Psych Ward (Peterick)

Chapter 15

Patricks POV:

I liked Joe, whenever he played his guitar my mind was empty. It was just his music that was swirling around. No memories, no pain, no Vaughn.

But when Joe wasn't there to play me music everything would return, including Vaughn.

Joe has been playing me to sleep for the past couple of weeks and I've actually slept a lot better. When I get my nightterrors I mostly wake him up, he comes into my room and plays me back to sleep. I told him he didnt have to do that but he insisted.

I walked out of my room to get something to drink, I walked into the living room and I saw everyone sitting around the tv. I looked at the tv cause it had to be something interesting.

I looked close and my heart dropped. My throat closed and I couldn't move. Those eyes. Those green eyes that I never forgot. I ran away to my room and placed my desk and closet in front of the door. He was not getting in here.

My room wasn't my room anymore. I was in my closet. I closed my eyes and rocked back and forth.

He can't find me here. He can't find me here. He can't find me here.

My heart was beating fast and I was sweating severly. My body was trembeling and I couldn't move.

He can't hurt me, he can't hurt me, he can't hurt me.

I heard banging on the door and my breath hitched. I hear yelling and more banging and I was scared more than ever. He found me, he's going to kill me.

'Patrick! Open the door' I heard him yell.

I grabbed my hair and started tugging hard. It's just a nightmare, it is just a nightmare I was trying to get myself believe that.

I didn't want to die on someone else his terms. Yes I don't want to live anymore but I dont want to get murdered. I didn't want to wait for what was going to come.

'Just kill yourself then, it's never going to stop anyway'

'Y-you're right'

I walked over the my bed and ripped of the sheets. I tied the rope to the doorhandle on the inside of the bathroom door and whipped the sheet over the door. I made a loop and I got a chair. I climbed on top of it and I put my head through the loop.

He wasn't going to get me. He wasn't going to hurt me. I would not give him that pleasure.

The banging and yelling to louder and louder on the other side of the door. I saw the desk and closet were moving a bit and I knew he would break through in just seconds.

Then I got scared. I couldn't do this. I didn't want to die.

'Just do it you whimp'

'I can't'

'He's almost here Patrick, if you don't do it, he will'

'I can't do this'

'Do it!'

I supported myself on the chair with just my toes. I heard the door slam against my desk and it moved. The door opened with a bang that shocked me. I started to lose my balance and the chair slipped. I felt down and the sheets were strangeling me.

I dont wan't to die, I don't want to die.

'You do, you're just scared'.

No I dont want to die.

I felt someone lift me up and I felt the oxigen entering my lungs again.