"The person you are calling has not set up thier voicemail. Please call again later." "Agh! What the fuck! Where is he? He hasn't texted, called, tweeted or at least wrote to me!" You yelled in frustration. Patrick has been gone for a week and you were getting worried. Suddenly your phone rang. You quickly answered it thinking it was Patrick. "Patrick?" You asked. "Nope. Your wrong. Your Patrick is gone and he's never coming back. "W- what? What did you do to him? Who are you?" You asked, scared. "That's for me to know and you to find out." The other person said. Then they hung up. "Fuck sake!" You cursed. Then your phone rang again. "What the fuck do you want now?" You yelled. "Y- Y/N.. This is Pete. Patrick is... Well he.." Pete stuttered. "What? Tell me Pete!" You shouted, frustrated. "Patrick got kidnapped by these girls, well we all did and we got drugged and tortured, but we escaped but it was too late. Patrick got possesed or something. When ever he heard music thats not rock and roll then he gets crazy and tries to kill me, Joe and Andy." He said quickly that you couldn't hear a word he said. "Woah woah woah! Slow down!" You said. "Your boyfriend is a demon!" He said. "What? How? Why? Where are you guys?" You asked. "At an old hospital in oakland street." He said. "Okay. I'll be there." You said. "No Y/N! It's too dangerous!" Pete said. "If it's going to save my boyfriend then it's worth the risk." You said the. Hung up. You changed into a tank top, ripped jeans and combat boots. You took you two emergancy guns out from your closet and put one in each pocket. You carried your pocket knife too just incase. You went outside, got in your car and drove to the hospital.
*AUTHORS NOTE*
Hope you like that!
Part 2?
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