The Run and Go - Twenty One Pilots

TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD

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How was this even possible? How did he know where we were? How did he know I was even pregnant? Had he been following us... all this time? I decided not to ask, because I really didn't want to know.

I looked to him and just saw a mess. His hair was displaced, he had a five o'clock shadow, and his tired, dragged down eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a serial killer, and well, with the gun in his hand, that could become true soon. I wondered if Tyler recognized him from the security video.

"I just want to see the baby... I swear," he said, in a hoarse voice. Wherever he had been the past months, it must have been gruesome.

"Bullshit," Tyler spoke. I had no idea what to do. What could I do? I wasn't able to stand up. I looked over and the doctors were frozen, too.

"Have you held 'em yet?" he asked me, ignoring Tyler. I was stunned at how mellow he could be while holding a gun to anyone who would try to make a move.

"No," I said, looking away, toward the window.

"Why not?"

Silence filled the air. If I said the wrong thing, my life could be over in a quick second. 

"Why not?!" he repeated, but louder and angrier this time. The baby started crying, breaking the harsh silence. 

"Wait... you're... you're not giving it away, right?" he said, softly. He slowly wandered over to me, step by step. He lowered his face down, now only inches away from mine. My vision started to cloud from the inducing tears. "RIGHT?!" he screamed, hot breath splashing onto my face, and killing my eardrums. 

Tyler stood up quick, still by my side. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, but I internally begged Tyler to sit down. "Please, Tyler," my brain screamed.

He raised the gun, pointing it at his head. Tyler couldn't die. I could never, ever forgive myself.

"No! Please!" I screamed through tears. "Kill me, not him!" I said, crying so hard it felt like I was being choked.

He lowered his pistol. "Silly girl, it's your job to raise that child. I can't kill you," he said with a smirk. What were his intentions? What the hell did he want from me? Why the fuck was he here?

"But actually, you don't seem to be proving yourself as a good mom so far, so maybe I will take the baby for myself. Say goodbye to your little boyfriend." Dacey pointed the gun to my head. I shut my eyes tight. I was ready. I was fully prepared to die. My mind started to race. I remembered when Tyler and I ran around the playground together when we were seven, him chasing me and playfully pulling my hair. I remembered the first time that we kissed, in that dark studio room. I remembered how everytime I was granted his touch, I could feel every cell in my body jump and my heart rate spike. This was a good thing. It was a good time for me to die. I knew it was a good time. If Tyler didn't die, he would definitely leave me, and I couldn't do that. I was so broken nine months ago and he fixed me back to normal. No- better than normal. I could never live without him, my best friend, lover, and soulmate. He was all I had to live for. I was just not made to be on this Earth without Tyler Joseph by my side. 

"I love you, Tyler," I cried. 

Bang.

I didn't feel anything. Was I already dead? I slowly opened my eyes and I was still in the hospital bed, but something was different. Tyler wasn't next to me. I sat up and looked around. There he lay, at the foot of my bed. Blood started to spill from his abdomen as he gasped for air.

"NO!" I screamed. "NO, TYLER! TYLER!" I couldn't see anymore. There were too many tears. Nurses from the other side of the room rushed over to him with gauze. The baby and I were both crying now.

"Thanks for the baby, bitch," Dacey said, picking her up with one hand and heading for the door. He opened it and pointed his gun at the crowd now gathered around the door, threatening anyone who tried to stop him.

I got out of the bed, ignoring the horrible pain in my stomach and the screaming crowd outside the room. I sat down next to him, while the nurses tried to stop the bleeding, but there was already so much blood already drained out of him. He was unconscious and looked completely dead.

"Tyler," I cried. "Please wake up." I held his head in my lap. His face was expressionless and started to lose warmth. This was it. There was no way he could survive this. My tears now dropped down onto his lifeless face. Why did he risk his life for mine? I didn't understand. Not at all.

Next thing I know, he was taken away. After they left with him, I was alone with the cold air and silence. My baby was gone and now, so was Tyler. I laid on the floor, too traumatized to do anything else. I was covered in his blood. I cried and cried looking at the red all over me and the floor, so much red, so much red...

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i may or may not have cried while writing this....

ps ONE more chapter!!

-katie