Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

Patrick Imagine: Slip Away

You felt the cold, metal object in your hands. You knew what you planned to do, you just didn't know how. How to leave because of one person that you loved, but he never loved you back. How to dig the blade so far into your wrist that you'd bleed to death in minutes. How?

Mason never loved you. If he did, he let all of that love go the day he started snooping around with your sister, Alex. The day that they saw each other behind your back. The day that you should have seen coming. The day your life went wrong.

You let out a soft whimper at the thought of them. How They're probably sitting in bed somewhere, conceiving an unborn child because neither of them loved you like you thought they did.

You summed up all the pain in your entire body and pushed it towards your hands. You took the blade and made three large gashes on each wrist. Deep enough. Deep enough to kill.

You turned on the water in the bathtub and let it fill up. As soon as it was full, you sat in it, fully clothed. You let the pure, warm water suck a the blood out of you.

Then, you heard a noise downstairs. You thought nothing of it. Even if it was something, you couldn't get up. It sounded like your door closing.

"(Y/N?)" You heard a voice call. It wasn't just any voice, it was your best friend, Patrick. You have known each other since you were in elementary school. He was always there for you. You were always there for him. "(Y/N), I know you're here!" He laughed.

You let out a soft whimper. That's all you could manage. You were terrified, now. Your heart was beating out whatever blood you had left. You felt vulnerable.

Patrick heard your whimper. You could tell, because you could hear him speeding upstairs to see what was wrong. You heard a gasp come from the doorway. You looked up to see Patrick with his hands over his mouth, tears were welling in his eyes.

"(Y/N)..." He whispered as he ran to the edge of the tub. "What did you do?" He stared at you with uncontrollable teary eyes. They were bloodshot and his hands were trembling.

He stuck his hands in under you and pulled you out of the tub. He called 911, trying to keep calm and give the information. It was all gibberish to you.

Patrick then hung up and held you as close to his warm body as he could. He held onto your shoulder tightly with one hand and held onto your bony wrists with the other, trying to apply pressure.

"Why'd you do this?" He whimpered. "You could have told me." He then said something that you thought he forgot about. "Friendship forever. This is our pact. No matter what happens. I got your back. Happy or sad. Rain or shine. Everyone has a friend. You are mine."

His face was a blur to you now. His words soothed you. You could hear the faint sound of sirens in the distance as he pulled you in closer.

Patrick looked at you. You were losing consciousness now. Falling into a spiral of the real world and dream land. He placed a long kiss on your lips. You closed your eyes, not knowing if you were ever to open them again. As you fell into the deep abyss of your possible demise, you heard Patrick sobbing. "(Y/N), I love you. I love you too much. I need you. Please don't slip away."

Slip away

--a/n--

So..... most of these imagines will be happier, but this is what I felt like rn. Sorry if you cried, but... IF YOU LOVE ME LET ME GO! Heh.

I love you my carcrashovercastyoungbloods

-Emily aka Foblvr