Masked Murderer |:| Twenty One Pilots

02

After the officer had handcuffed me and shoved me into his car and  he sped off down the street. I tried to reason with him. He was acting irrational, I didn't mean to kill him, I didn't need to go to prison. Despite my efforts, I ended up in a jail cell. I was going to remain here until my court date, which nobody had scheduled yet.

I had been in the tiny cell for five hours when the officer came and got me. He took me to Rodgers house.

I walked in with the cop right behind me. He had me in handcuffs incase I tried to commit another crime.

And there I stood, in front of Rodgers mother, Anne Quwent. Her short blonde hair framing her slightly wrinkled face. Her eyes were red from crying, and they burned with hatred when she saw me. This sweet lady who once had made me cookies for my birthday was now looking at me like I had killed her son, oh wait.

"Tyler." She said, her voice did not match her eyes, her voice was soft but her eyes were hard.

"It was an accident and I thought he was joking but I guess he wasn't and I swear I wouldn't have put the boat on him if I knew he couldn't swim and I just though we were having a good time." I said as quickly as I could. If anyone need to believe me, it was her, or maybe my own mother, who came bursting through the door that very moment.

She was screaming and yelling in a rage at me.

"TYLER JSOEPH, I RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS, YOUR FATHER RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS, WHAT MADE YOU THINK IT WAS OKAY TO KILL? I SWEAR IF YOU KILLED THAT BOY OVER THAT CAR RADIO I JUST MIGHT KILL YOU TOO! YOU NEVER USED THAT BLASTED THING!" 

Between my mothers screaming and Anne's sobbing, I couldn't think straight.

Then in came Anne's husband, Rodney Quwent. I was terrified of him, mainly because he was a security guard for the city's arena, and I've seen him kick ass. I was about to see him kick mine too. He came right up to me, he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, and before he could do anything else the officer stopped him. 

Rodney started yelling at the officer to get me out of their house, he said, " I dont want that murderer anywhere near my wife or my other son."

There it was again, murderer.

I did not want to kill him, I did not plan on killing him, therefore I was not a murderer.

"My son is a murderer." I heard my mother say in shock, realization finally hitting her.

That was the one that made me snap.

"I DIDN'T KILL THAT FOOL, HE DROWNED!" I yelled.

"Then why didn't you help him Tyler? Surely he would've asked for help." My mother questions, apparently she didn't know the story yet.

"I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE OKAY, HES ALWAYS JOKING WITH ME AND HES 21 YEARS OLD WHY DOESN'T HE KNOW HOW TO SWIM?" I shouted, I walked into the living room, anger controlling my body. The officer was yelling at me to get back in the room they were in.

"YOU GUYS ARE ASSHOLES!" I yelled as I tried to grab a picture of Rodger and his family. Eventually I got a good grip on it and threw it across the room. I needed out of these damn handcuffs.

Everyone came running into the room, they were all yelling at me to stop. I threw and smashed everything I could.

In the midst of my rage I did not hear the cop threading to taze me and suddenly, pain tore through every inch of my body making me scream and collapse.

I could hear my mother sobbing, Anne was doing the same, and Rodney was screaming about how I needed to be locked up.

He was right. I was a crazy murderer.

Everything was really hazy from there. I just barely remember the officer picking me up and putting me into the cop car. I don't remember being put into my cell, but I do remember hearing two officers talking about my sentence. They had said accidental murder, which made me feel better, because it was an accident. Ten years was my likely sentence. Ten whole years! I'd be thirty when I got out, I can't miss ten years of my life!

I did not want to go to prison, I wanted out of this orange jumpsuit, out of this jail, out of this state, and out of this life.

That's it, this was the only way, but how could I do it? There was nothing in here I could use.

I looked around the room. I spotted the mirror, that would work just fine.

I walked over to it slowly, this was the first time I've seen my face since the incident. I hadn't shaved in days and I had a beard going on. My hair was flat and greasy, and my eyes were bloodshot. I looked thinner too, if that was even possible, I was already bones.

I just stared at myself, but I felt like I was staring at someone else. Remembering my plan, I brought my fist up and punched the mirror. I picked one of the shards up. I looked at its jagged edges.

Did I really want to do this? Yes.

I pushed the jagged glass down onto my wrist and drug it down my arm. I did the same to the other arm.

After I was finished I dropped the glass shard and stood there. I didn't know what else to do. I watched the blood run from my arms. It was quite a bit.

A tapping on the bars made me spin around. There on the other side was an officer.

"I came to check on you because I hea-" He saw the blood dripping from my arms.

He got on his radio and called for back up and an ambulance.

He unlocked my cell door and ran in and grabbed me. He pulled me out of the cell and down the hall. I started feeling really weak and my legs started to noodle on me.

The officer started swearing and picked me up. He ran down the hall and through a door, which led into the lobby.

A bunch of police officers gathered around me, they were pressing things to my arms. I mumbled words to them, but they didn't respond. I kept trying to get them to respond as everything went blurry and faded to black.

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