Hide And Seek ~ Josh Dun

Chapter 1

"We are Twenty One Pilots and so are you!" Tyler screamed into the microphone, earning a thousand of shouts back, my voice being one of those joining in.

I can't believe I actually saw them. Me, Abby-Lynn. Just saw the band that fills me with hope everyday. The band I've longed to see since forever ago. Now, here I am standing not even more than 7 feet from them. It all feels like a dream.

People start slowly making their way out of the arena, everyone bustling with joy over the night. Looking around, I notice my friends aren't next to me anymore. Which is weird, cause I heard Emily screaming my name not too long ago. Considering I lost them in the crowd, I try to call them, but no one answers. Scrunching my eyebrows, I head towards the doors.

All of the fans are talking and having fun outside. Some occasionally stop me to talk about the show, or to compliment my shirt. I walk to where I remember the car was, but when I get to the spot where we parked, I see it's empty.

They left you.

Taking a deep breath, I take my phone out again, trying their numbers once again. Each time, I'm sent to a voice mail. I walk around the parking lot, looking for the car, but it's no where to be found.

Here I am in Atlanta, Georgia, miles and miles away from home, stranded by my friends.

Slowly, I make my way back to the building, and just sit against the wall, lost in my head, thinking. Suddenly, I feel my pockets to see if I have my wallet, to which I remember I left it in the car.

"Dammit!" I whisper to myself, slamming my hand into the ground. Pulling my knees to my chest, I wrap my arms around it. Looking at my hand, I see some of the skin is ripped apart, blood prickles seeping through.

"Shadows will scream that I'm alone."

I don't know how much time passes but I'm just sitting there, humming that line over and over again. I feel something tap my shoulder, and then hear someone clearing their throat. Swiftly turning my head, I see the one and only Josh Dun crouched beside me with a look of concern on his face.

He is wearing a snapback backwards, so pink strands of hair are visible on his forehead, and his brown eyes are wide as they stare into mine.

"Are you lost?" He asks, looking concerned.

"I like to think of it as a horrible game of hide and seek." I whisper with a small smile, which gains a smirk from him. Standing up, Josh offers me his hand, and I accept it. But, stupid me grabs it with my bad hand, which makes me wince slightly.

Scrunching his eyebrows, he looks at my hand. His calloused fingers ever so gently skim over the rough skin on my hand.

"Looks a bit painful. How about you come to the bus so we can clean this up. Then you can tell me about this hide and seek game you're playing."