Chapter 11

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Patricks POV:

The sun blinded me when I woke up. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes which made my arms hurt. I forgot for a moment what I did yesterday. I got out a waterbottle and hydrated myself.

I drove a bit further till I got to a really small village. Surrounded by woods. It looked peacefull and quiet.

I dont know what I thought when I packed a suitcase but I dont need new, clean clothes. This is going to end tonight.

This idea has been going through my mind for months. Months. I tried once before but failed. It was at home. The night Elisa left. I got into the bathtub and let the hot waer run. I slid my wrist and eventually passed out but I woke up a couple hours later. To find a pool of blood on the floor. But appearantly it wasn't enough. I was still trying. Not for me but for the guys and Pete.

I loved Pete. Always did. But he didn't love me. How could he. He's Pete Wentz. And I am just Patrick Stump and besides that he has Ashley. I was still trying also for the fans and for the band but now thats over and I'm not needed anymore not that I ever was, why should I even try anymore.

It's over. It's over tonight. Tonight I'll completely fade and really become nothing more than a memory.

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