TMTAPCH: Part 14
Title: Take Me To A Place Called Home
Pairing: Peter/Patrick (FOB)
Chapter Rating:PG-15 to R
Warnings: Language
Summary: Very...Twisted...
Disclaimer:I don’t own FOB or anything having to do with them (other than a couple tee-shirts and a track jacket…)
Previous Chapter:Can be found in theunderdogunit LJ
DedicationsTo the reviewers!! You guys rock! HEATHER IS THE GREATEST WRITER ON HERE READ HER STUFF!!! NOW!!!
Notes:Thanks for the reviews guys! So here you are, P. 14!
Take Me To A Place Called Home
Part 14
Patrick’s POV
It was more like that awkward silence that blanketed a room when someone had said the wrong thing at the wrong time, hoping it’d be funny, when in reality it isn’t. Well yeah, that’s what was in progress at the moment.
Joe sat curled in a tight ball on the floor against the wall that faced the beds; Andy was sitting Indian-style on the bed they’d be sharing; Pete was next to Joe only standing, leaning against the wall with his hood pulled up, arms crossed and a pouty emo kid look on his face; And me, I was sitting on the edge of the bed Peter and I would be sharing.
It was weird indeed, no one wanted to talk, we all wanted to kill each other, and we all were just in pissy attitudes.
Andy never told me what he and Joe had been talking about, even after Joe had decided to go after Pete (ten minutes after Pete had left mind you). Whatever it was, though, I didn’t need to be informed that it wasn’t a happy conversation. The looks they wore said it all and the silence between them…It was a little disappointing.
Attention was set to Pete as he gave out an over exasperated sigh, his hands rubbing at his eyes. He’d been crying…I knew because the only time he’d do that sigh with the combination of his hands rubbing every inch of his face was after he’d cry.
“I think we should all just sleep…I’m fuckin’ sick of being awake…Christ’s sake, I’d rather be dead, throw myself off the God damn building,” He growled, rubbing his eyes.
“Don’t say that Peter,” I mumbled.
He was so stupid in these moods. We all know that he can and will do damage to himself when he swings into these moods. He’s done it before, and he’s always fucking around with the thought of suicide…Which pisses me off to no end.
“I’d rather you not tell me what to do, Patrick” He bit back at me.
“Well I will once you grow the fuck up, Peter,” I shed my pants, throwing them to the pile of clothes we had all donated to, “And Peter, be my guest and throw yourself off the building, because no one here wants to deal with your shit,” I said rather harshly before tugging the blankets over my head, reaching out to throw my glasses onto the stand.
He made me so angry some times. Not often…Maybe twice a year. This level angry anyway, happened only twice a year. Yeah we had our little squabbles, but a shared shower usually fixed that.
Whatever, I’m too tired to deal with any of his emo problems at the moment. I just need to sleep.
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My eyes opened slowly, I saw nothing. Seeing nothing told me that it was still night, which meant I still had sleep to cram in. I was on my side…Weird how when you fall asleep, then wake up in a different position…Well maybe that’s just me that finds it weird but still.
I felt movement. I noticed then that I had an arm around my stomach and a body pressing into my back. I felt the familiar steady breathing expelling from Pete’s nose onto my neck.
Just another fight that blows over. I know once we blow up at each other…Things go back to normal. It’s weird I know…But at the same time, I know everything is going to be fine.
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The moment I opened my eyes I knew it was after noon. Why, or how for that matter, I was let alone to sleep is beyond me. I stared at the large window that towered over the bedding area for quite a while, staring at the light that shined through.
When I rolled over I expected to see the guys, Pete especially since he was the one that actually liked to sleep in. However, I didn’t see him…Or the others, not one trace of them actually. Joe and Andy’s bed was even made, and the pillows beside mine looked untouched by a sleeping figure. They must have made it…for some odd reason.
I guess I was too used to it to really even care much. They were probably in either one of three places; downstairs raiding the vending machines, the bus, or out to eat without me. But that’s not likely…They know I need my food.
I sat up, taking in a deep breath, a slight pain flowed and bound around my rib cage. Must have slept on them wrong, either that or the bed is too springy. I did my traditional insane scratching of my head before smoothing out the mussed hair. After stretching out my arms, getting out all the creeks and cracks, I shimmied over to the edge of the bed, swinging my legs over and standing way too fast, causing me to wobble for a moment.
Unlike Pete, and a lot of other people for that matter, I didn’t normally have to pee in the morning… I guess I’m just special like that.
As I was pulling up my jeans, stuffing my feet into my yellow sneakers, and reaching for a random shirt from the pile of clothes we had all contributed to, I glanced to the room’s door getting a flash of white. I snatched up a shirt, pulling the green material over my head as I made my way to the paper that was hanging on the door. I tugged it from the small piece of tape that held it and looked at it closely.
“You’re almost there…” I read allowed.
The writing was fairly neat, with an arrow that pointed up. It was Pete’s hand writing, no doubt about that. I was no less confused. I looked up, like the arrow instructed me, but the ceiling was the only thing that gazed back at me. Whatever, he was pretty weird anyway.
I opened the door slowly, still staring at the note. I glanced up after the door clicked shut behind me. I smiled. That’s what the dork meant.
I stared down the long hallway that led to the elevators. The arrow he had written was pointing me to the hallway, not the ceiling. It was a little weird though, the entirety of all three halls that joined were empty. I don’t think of all the hotels I’ve stayed in, that I’ve ever seen the halls completely lifeless at one in the afternoon. I shrugged it off, making my way down the hall, elevator bound.
I noticed then, walking to the elevator, that a white rectangle of paper took residence on one of the doors. As I drew closer, I held up the other note, looking at it again before stopping at the elevator. I reached out and pulled the note from the mahogany colored door.
Again, it read in Pete’s steady writing, ‘You’re almost there…’ only this time it had an arrow that pointed down.
This was getting a little strange. I jabbed the button with the small down arrow with my thumb, the doors opening immediately. That’s lucky, they usually wait twenty minutes before they decide to open for me.
I stepped in, suddenly getting an insane chill as the doors shut rather quickly. Wrapping my arms around myself I looked to the buttons. This time only a small note stared back at me. Still, the writing read, ‘You’re almost there…’. It had no arrow accompanying it this time, just the writing. I reached out and took it slowly. The button that it was taped to was the lobby, so I reached out, unconsciously pushing it as the elevator jutted into motion.
God, its freezing in here…I could feel my entire body tightening in order to keep insolated. My stomach made that sick jump as the elevator stopped, making it pretty quickly from the fifth floor to the ground floor.
I stepped out into yet again, a freezing cold. I shivered a bit, noticing a vending machine to my slight right, a note taped to its side.
Before I even moved to read it, I was too distracted by the huge mob of people crowded into the giant lobby. Every single one of them seemed to be pushing and shoving, standing on the tips of their toes and trying to see over one another. This quirked every inch of curiosity left in me.
I blindly took the note from the machine, forcing it in front of my face, tearing my eyes from the crowd to read it. This one…Read differently.
‘You’ve made it now…They shall part…Once they sense…A beating heart…’
I frowned at it, reading it over and over in my head…What the hell did he mean by this one?
I noticed something then…The cold was gone…And the low murmur of the crowd had ceased. And a feel of complete eeriness washed through my veins. My eyes trailed up the paper slowly…Agonizingly slow…Looking back to the mosh of people.
Every…Single…Person…was looking at me. Not one eye that I could see was looking elsewhere. My breathing shallowed as I saw them starting to shuffle…Start to divide, eyes still glued to me. In mere moments they had formed a neat, straight path, directly down the center of them. My feet, against my will, started moving forward, through the people and through the straight and narrow path that led right to the front doors.
Their eyes still watched me as my feet moved my stiff body… This had way over gone the creepy factor. My eyes stared at the entrance doors, through them I could see yellow tape…Caution tape maybe?
Oh man…I hope our bus didn’t blow up over night…That would just suck.
I reached the doors, my arms extending to push them open. I swear my body was acting on its own…And it was frustrating to not be able to control it.
Police…Police, rescue, firemen…They were everywhere with solemn and defeated faces. My eyes traced the yellow tape. It wasn’t caution tape at all…It was crime scene tape. I wasn’t sure what to think as my body dragged me closer. The bright sun didn’t help the hundreds of flashing lights surrounding me. Suddenly I spotted Joe and Andy, standing stoic to my left.
“Guys?” I whispered, the absence of Pete was starting to gnaw at me.
They said nothing to me, their eyes and faces stayed steady and emotionless. Then in unison they raised their left hands, pointing behind me. I turned sluggishly to see what they were pointing at. All I saw, however, were two burly officers back to me, speaking under their breath. And there went my feet, pulling me closer towards them.
I listened carefully as they spoke…
“It wasn’t an accident…”
“Then it was…”
The slightly smaller one nodded.
“It was suicide.”
“Why would a guy like that kill himself when he has so much going for him?”
My eyes widened.
“I don’t know…He just jumped,” They looked skyward to the very top of…The building…
“The fire rescue tried to convince him otherwise…But he just jumped.”
“What’s the kid’s name anyway?”
“The ID clipped to his belt loop said Peter Wentz.”
My stomach lurched as my mouth ran dry. This isn’t possible…
“Dead before he hit the ground I’d wager.”
“No…” I whispered, shaking my head.
They started to turn slowly…That’s when I saw their faces for the first time.
It was something straight out of a horror movie. Their faces were cut, smashed in and bleeding down their uniforms as they looked at me like nothing was wrong through the mask of blood and chunks of hanging skin fragments.
“Can we held you sir?” They asked me in unison.
My breathing came frantic as I put my hands up in defense, my feet carrying me in slow paces backwards. I swung around, faced with the mob of people now. All of them were deformed now…I was surrounded in blood; it was everywhere…All over the walking corpses, on the ground…Even Joe and Andy…Zombies! That’s what they were!
Tears streamed down my face as my hyperactive breathing caused heart flutters.
“Get away from me!” I sobbed, batting at the nearing bodies, skin melting off their faces, exposing bare and bloody skull.
It stopped then…Time that is…Everything stopped, the bodies in mid walk were frozen, everything froze except myself. I was shaking insanely, my entire body making spastic tremors. I felt a hand on my shoulder then. I swung on the intrusion, slapping it away quickly. I stared back at Pete…A perfectly unharmed Pete.
“What’s…going on?” I sobbed again, my hands going to my mouth.
He only stared at me…Stared at me long and hard with a stern face. I turned to look behind me…Everything was now gone. No walking dead people…No police or rescue…Absolutely nothing but an empty parking lot.
I looked back to Pete.
“WHA!? PETE!”
I screamed, a burst of tears streaming down my face as I sucked air in through my clasped fingers that covered my mouth and nose.
He had totally transformed from his pretty figure to a mutilated corpse. His right arm at the elbow was cracked in the opposite way…His left knee the same. His body was bumpy looking from bones poking through the skin. And his face…His perfect, delicate and beautiful face…Scratched and bleeding, tar-burned and crushed from impact.
“Why?” He whispered.
I only shook my head staring at him, tears flowing that I felt would never stop.
“Why’d you kill me?”
“No…” I instantly said, shaking my head furiously, “I didn’t! You jumped!” I yelled, closing my eyes tight, clutching my fists in my hair.
“You pushed me,” He whispered.
“No!” I yelled, my jaw clenching, my knees getting weak.
“Your words pushed me off the edge Patrick…”
I let out a strained sob I had been holding as I sank to the ground.
“You told me to jump…I did it for you. I’ll do anything for you…” He was in my head now, his voice echoing in my ear drums.
“No Peter,” I whimpered, burying my face into my hands, “I didn’t mean it…”
“Your words are powerful Patrick…They mean much more than you realize…They have a much heavier impact than you realize…”
I only sat there, sobbing, whimpering and bawling my eyes out.
“And I’m taking you to hell with me.”
I shot my glance to his suddenly dark and horrifying voice.
My breath caught. I was standing on the edge of the tall building now…Staring down at police and rescue. I glanced up, the morbid face of Peter glared back at me.
“Everything will be okay…Once we’re dead…”
With that, his bloodied hands grabbed me as he hurtled both of us off the building. My screams deafened my own ears as the fall took my breath almost instantly. I managed to scream his name over and over before the tar came into view.
Closer…
Closer now…
“You’re almost there…”
I could see the granules of sand…
Closer…
AND!
“PATRICK!!”
I shot up screaming at the top of my lungs. Warm tears staining paths on my face. I gasped for breath, grabbing my chest as I sat in starchy bed of the hotel room, panting and sobbing. I felt a hand grip my shoulder. I screeched and batted at it, “GET AWAY FROM ME!!” I screamed, flailing, until I flaied myself right out of bed…Hitting the itchy rug rather hard.
“Patrick what the fuck?!”
I glanced up at Pete, who was towering over me, “What’s the matter?!”
I was hyperventilating as I stared up at him, “You’re…a-alive?”
“…Yes…” He whispered, looking at me as if I were insane.
I saw Joe and Andy appear over me as well now, “Whoa man…What’s up? You scared the shit outta me,” Joe rasped.
“You… You j-jumped…And di-die—”
“Christ Patrick…Take a fucking breath…” Pete whispered, I could see tears glossing his eyes as he shuffled off the bed and down next to me, placing his hands on my cheeks, “You were having a nightmare…Look at me, I’m fine”
Easier said than done, breathing was harder than it seemed when in the flipping out mode. I stared wide-eyed at him as he shook his head, repeating to me to just breathe. I suddenly shot up and latched onto him, crying vigorously into his bare shoulder.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean what I said! I’m sorry!” I wailed, probably holding tight enough to cut his circulation off.
He ‘shhed’ me over and over, rocking with me as I cried on him, telling me he was fine, that he wasn’t going anywhere…
I felt pain all over, as if I had hit the bottom. My head throbbed but I just kept crying…It wouldn’t stop.
“Its fine…Shh, Patrick…”
So uh...I didn't proof it...Its late...I'm frickin tired...If the errors are gonna bug you that bad...Then let me know and I'll proof and repost it T_T So anyway, you just read one of my finest twisted pieces in a long time...Feel honored yet? Yeah...Please stone me to death at any point in time...
Pairing: Peter/Patrick (FOB)
Chapter Rating:PG-15 to R
Warnings: Language
Summary: Very...Twisted...
Disclaimer:I don’t own FOB or anything having to do with them (other than a couple tee-shirts and a track jacket…)
Previous Chapter:Can be found in theunderdogunit LJ
DedicationsTo the reviewers!! You guys rock! HEATHER IS THE GREATEST WRITER ON HERE READ HER STUFF!!! NOW!!!
Notes:Thanks for the reviews guys! So here you are, P. 14!
Take Me To A Place Called Home
Part 14
It was more like that awkward silence that blanketed a room when someone had said the wrong thing at the wrong time, hoping it’d be funny, when in reality it isn’t. Well yeah, that’s what was in progress at the moment.
Joe sat curled in a tight ball on the floor against the wall that faced the beds; Andy was sitting Indian-style on the bed they’d be sharing; Pete was next to Joe only standing, leaning against the wall with his hood pulled up, arms crossed and a pouty emo kid look on his face; And me, I was sitting on the edge of the bed Peter and I would be sharing.
It was weird indeed, no one wanted to talk, we all wanted to kill each other, and we all were just in pissy attitudes.
Andy never told me what he and Joe had been talking about, even after Joe had decided to go after Pete (ten minutes after Pete had left mind you). Whatever it was, though, I didn’t need to be informed that it wasn’t a happy conversation. The looks they wore said it all and the silence between them…It was a little disappointing.
Attention was set to Pete as he gave out an over exasperated sigh, his hands rubbing at his eyes. He’d been crying…I knew because the only time he’d do that sigh with the combination of his hands rubbing every inch of his face was after he’d cry.
“I think we should all just sleep…I’m fuckin’ sick of being awake…Christ’s sake, I’d rather be dead, throw myself off the God damn building,” He growled, rubbing his eyes.
“Don’t say that Peter,” I mumbled.
He was so stupid in these moods. We all know that he can and will do damage to himself when he swings into these moods. He’s done it before, and he’s always fucking around with the thought of suicide…Which pisses me off to no end.
“I’d rather you not tell me what to do, Patrick” He bit back at me.
“Well I will once you grow the fuck up, Peter,” I shed my pants, throwing them to the pile of clothes we had all donated to, “And Peter, be my guest and throw yourself off the building, because no one here wants to deal with your shit,” I said rather harshly before tugging the blankets over my head, reaching out to throw my glasses onto the stand.
He made me so angry some times. Not often…Maybe twice a year. This level angry anyway, happened only twice a year. Yeah we had our little squabbles, but a shared shower usually fixed that.
Whatever, I’m too tired to deal with any of his emo problems at the moment. I just need to sleep.
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My eyes opened slowly, I saw nothing. Seeing nothing told me that it was still night, which meant I still had sleep to cram in. I was on my side…Weird how when you fall asleep, then wake up in a different position…Well maybe that’s just me that finds it weird but still.
I felt movement. I noticed then that I had an arm around my stomach and a body pressing into my back. I felt the familiar steady breathing expelling from Pete’s nose onto my neck.
Just another fight that blows over. I know once we blow up at each other…Things go back to normal. It’s weird I know…But at the same time, I know everything is going to be fine.
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The moment I opened my eyes I knew it was after noon. Why, or how for that matter, I was let alone to sleep is beyond me. I stared at the large window that towered over the bedding area for quite a while, staring at the light that shined through.
When I rolled over I expected to see the guys, Pete especially since he was the one that actually liked to sleep in. However, I didn’t see him…Or the others, not one trace of them actually. Joe and Andy’s bed was even made, and the pillows beside mine looked untouched by a sleeping figure. They must have made it…for some odd reason.
I guess I was too used to it to really even care much. They were probably in either one of three places; downstairs raiding the vending machines, the bus, or out to eat without me. But that’s not likely…They know I need my food.
I sat up, taking in a deep breath, a slight pain flowed and bound around my rib cage. Must have slept on them wrong, either that or the bed is too springy. I did my traditional insane scratching of my head before smoothing out the mussed hair. After stretching out my arms, getting out all the creeks and cracks, I shimmied over to the edge of the bed, swinging my legs over and standing way too fast, causing me to wobble for a moment.
Unlike Pete, and a lot of other people for that matter, I didn’t normally have to pee in the morning… I guess I’m just special like that.
As I was pulling up my jeans, stuffing my feet into my yellow sneakers, and reaching for a random shirt from the pile of clothes we had all contributed to, I glanced to the room’s door getting a flash of white. I snatched up a shirt, pulling the green material over my head as I made my way to the paper that was hanging on the door. I tugged it from the small piece of tape that held it and looked at it closely.
“You’re almost there…” I read allowed.
The writing was fairly neat, with an arrow that pointed up. It was Pete’s hand writing, no doubt about that. I was no less confused. I looked up, like the arrow instructed me, but the ceiling was the only thing that gazed back at me. Whatever, he was pretty weird anyway.
I opened the door slowly, still staring at the note. I glanced up after the door clicked shut behind me. I smiled. That’s what the dork meant.
I stared down the long hallway that led to the elevators. The arrow he had written was pointing me to the hallway, not the ceiling. It was a little weird though, the entirety of all three halls that joined were empty. I don’t think of all the hotels I’ve stayed in, that I’ve ever seen the halls completely lifeless at one in the afternoon. I shrugged it off, making my way down the hall, elevator bound.
I noticed then, walking to the elevator, that a white rectangle of paper took residence on one of the doors. As I drew closer, I held up the other note, looking at it again before stopping at the elevator. I reached out and pulled the note from the mahogany colored door.
Again, it read in Pete’s steady writing, ‘You’re almost there…’ only this time it had an arrow that pointed down.
This was getting a little strange. I jabbed the button with the small down arrow with my thumb, the doors opening immediately. That’s lucky, they usually wait twenty minutes before they decide to open for me.
I stepped in, suddenly getting an insane chill as the doors shut rather quickly. Wrapping my arms around myself I looked to the buttons. This time only a small note stared back at me. Still, the writing read, ‘You’re almost there…’. It had no arrow accompanying it this time, just the writing. I reached out and took it slowly. The button that it was taped to was the lobby, so I reached out, unconsciously pushing it as the elevator jutted into motion.
God, its freezing in here…I could feel my entire body tightening in order to keep insolated. My stomach made that sick jump as the elevator stopped, making it pretty quickly from the fifth floor to the ground floor.
I stepped out into yet again, a freezing cold. I shivered a bit, noticing a vending machine to my slight right, a note taped to its side.
Before I even moved to read it, I was too distracted by the huge mob of people crowded into the giant lobby. Every single one of them seemed to be pushing and shoving, standing on the tips of their toes and trying to see over one another. This quirked every inch of curiosity left in me.
I blindly took the note from the machine, forcing it in front of my face, tearing my eyes from the crowd to read it. This one…Read differently.
‘You’ve made it now…They shall part…Once they sense…A beating heart…’
I frowned at it, reading it over and over in my head…What the hell did he mean by this one?
I noticed something then…The cold was gone…And the low murmur of the crowd had ceased. And a feel of complete eeriness washed through my veins. My eyes trailed up the paper slowly…Agonizingly slow…Looking back to the mosh of people.
Every…Single…Person…was looking at me. Not one eye that I could see was looking elsewhere. My breathing shallowed as I saw them starting to shuffle…Start to divide, eyes still glued to me. In mere moments they had formed a neat, straight path, directly down the center of them. My feet, against my will, started moving forward, through the people and through the straight and narrow path that led right to the front doors.
Their eyes still watched me as my feet moved my stiff body… This had way over gone the creepy factor. My eyes stared at the entrance doors, through them I could see yellow tape…Caution tape maybe?
Oh man…I hope our bus didn’t blow up over night…That would just suck.
I reached the doors, my arms extending to push them open. I swear my body was acting on its own…And it was frustrating to not be able to control it.
Police…Police, rescue, firemen…They were everywhere with solemn and defeated faces. My eyes traced the yellow tape. It wasn’t caution tape at all…It was crime scene tape. I wasn’t sure what to think as my body dragged me closer. The bright sun didn’t help the hundreds of flashing lights surrounding me. Suddenly I spotted Joe and Andy, standing stoic to my left.
“Guys?” I whispered, the absence of Pete was starting to gnaw at me.
They said nothing to me, their eyes and faces stayed steady and emotionless. Then in unison they raised their left hands, pointing behind me. I turned sluggishly to see what they were pointing at. All I saw, however, were two burly officers back to me, speaking under their breath. And there went my feet, pulling me closer towards them.
I listened carefully as they spoke…
“It wasn’t an accident…”
“Then it was…”
The slightly smaller one nodded.
“It was suicide.”
“Why would a guy like that kill himself when he has so much going for him?”
My eyes widened.
“I don’t know…He just jumped,” They looked skyward to the very top of…The building…
“The fire rescue tried to convince him otherwise…But he just jumped.”
“What’s the kid’s name anyway?”
“The ID clipped to his belt loop said Peter Wentz.”
My stomach lurched as my mouth ran dry. This isn’t possible…
“Dead before he hit the ground I’d wager.”
“No…” I whispered, shaking my head.
They started to turn slowly…That’s when I saw their faces for the first time.
It was something straight out of a horror movie. Their faces were cut, smashed in and bleeding down their uniforms as they looked at me like nothing was wrong through the mask of blood and chunks of hanging skin fragments.
“Can we held you sir?” They asked me in unison.
My breathing came frantic as I put my hands up in defense, my feet carrying me in slow paces backwards. I swung around, faced with the mob of people now. All of them were deformed now…I was surrounded in blood; it was everywhere…All over the walking corpses, on the ground…Even Joe and Andy…Zombies! That’s what they were!
Tears streamed down my face as my hyperactive breathing caused heart flutters.
“Get away from me!” I sobbed, batting at the nearing bodies, skin melting off their faces, exposing bare and bloody skull.
It stopped then…Time that is…Everything stopped, the bodies in mid walk were frozen, everything froze except myself. I was shaking insanely, my entire body making spastic tremors. I felt a hand on my shoulder then. I swung on the intrusion, slapping it away quickly. I stared back at Pete…A perfectly unharmed Pete.
“What’s…going on?” I sobbed again, my hands going to my mouth.
He only stared at me…Stared at me long and hard with a stern face. I turned to look behind me…Everything was now gone. No walking dead people…No police or rescue…Absolutely nothing but an empty parking lot.
I looked back to Pete.
“WHA!? PETE!”
I screamed, a burst of tears streaming down my face as I sucked air in through my clasped fingers that covered my mouth and nose.
He had totally transformed from his pretty figure to a mutilated corpse. His right arm at the elbow was cracked in the opposite way…His left knee the same. His body was bumpy looking from bones poking through the skin. And his face…His perfect, delicate and beautiful face…Scratched and bleeding, tar-burned and crushed from impact.
“Why?” He whispered.
I only shook my head staring at him, tears flowing that I felt would never stop.
“Why’d you kill me?”
“No…” I instantly said, shaking my head furiously, “I didn’t! You jumped!” I yelled, closing my eyes tight, clutching my fists in my hair.
“You pushed me,” He whispered.
“No!” I yelled, my jaw clenching, my knees getting weak.
“Your words pushed me off the edge Patrick…”
I let out a strained sob I had been holding as I sank to the ground.
“You told me to jump…I did it for you. I’ll do anything for you…” He was in my head now, his voice echoing in my ear drums.
“No Peter,” I whimpered, burying my face into my hands, “I didn’t mean it…”
“Your words are powerful Patrick…They mean much more than you realize…They have a much heavier impact than you realize…”
I only sat there, sobbing, whimpering and bawling my eyes out.
“And I’m taking you to hell with me.”
I shot my glance to his suddenly dark and horrifying voice.
My breath caught. I was standing on the edge of the tall building now…Staring down at police and rescue. I glanced up, the morbid face of Peter glared back at me.
“Everything will be okay…Once we’re dead…”
With that, his bloodied hands grabbed me as he hurtled both of us off the building. My screams deafened my own ears as the fall took my breath almost instantly. I managed to scream his name over and over before the tar came into view.
Closer…
Closer now…
“You’re almost there…”
I could see the granules of sand…
Closer…
AND!
“PATRICK!!”
I shot up screaming at the top of my lungs. Warm tears staining paths on my face. I gasped for breath, grabbing my chest as I sat in starchy bed of the hotel room, panting and sobbing. I felt a hand grip my shoulder. I screeched and batted at it, “GET AWAY FROM ME!!” I screamed, flailing, until I flaied myself right out of bed…Hitting the itchy rug rather hard.
“Patrick what the fuck?!”
I glanced up at Pete, who was towering over me, “What’s the matter?!”
I was hyperventilating as I stared up at him, “You’re…a-alive?”
“…Yes…” He whispered, looking at me as if I were insane.
I saw Joe and Andy appear over me as well now, “Whoa man…What’s up? You scared the shit outta me,” Joe rasped.
“You… You j-jumped…And di-die—”
“Christ Patrick…Take a fucking breath…” Pete whispered, I could see tears glossing his eyes as he shuffled off the bed and down next to me, placing his hands on my cheeks, “You were having a nightmare…Look at me, I’m fine”
Easier said than done, breathing was harder than it seemed when in the flipping out mode. I stared wide-eyed at him as he shook his head, repeating to me to just breathe. I suddenly shot up and latched onto him, crying vigorously into his bare shoulder.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean what I said! I’m sorry!” I wailed, probably holding tight enough to cut his circulation off.
He ‘shhed’ me over and over, rocking with me as I cried on him, telling me he was fine, that he wasn’t going anywhere…
I felt pain all over, as if I had hit the bottom. My head throbbed but I just kept crying…It wouldn’t stop.
“Its fine…Shh, Patrick…”