𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ； ℋℯ𝓃𝓅𝒶𝓉

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 6

⚠️ Mentions of suicide again sorry

Patrick Hockstetter pov:

I wrapped my arms around Henry. Sometimes I didn't mind when he hit me. His dad always taught him to not cry. Henry listened to him. Instead of tears, it's anger. Sometimes anger turned to tears.

I put my head against his and fell asleep. He was warm and it was 1am.

The next morning I woke up and stretched. Henry was gone. I guess he went back to his house. Whatever.

I walked downstairs and into the living room. I jumped on to the couch and turned the tv on. The phone rang. I left it because I just sat down and I couldn't be bothered.

The phone kept ringing. "Fine!" I got up and walked to it. "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Oscar speaking. You know where Henry is?"

"No. I thought he was with you."

"No. He hasn't been since he left last night."

My heart dropped. "Call Victor and Belch. They'll probably know."

"Okay." He put the phone down. I ran upstairs and into my room.

I chucked some clothes on.

I ran downstairs and left the house. Henry used to run away all the time. 90% of time he was at the quarry. It wasn't good though. It wasn't a good point in his life and he used to try and kill himself all the time.

I looked around the quarry and couldn't find him anywhere. I decided I was gonna go to the barrens.

I stepped across the water. I heard a droplet coming from the drain. I turned around and looked inside. I'd never seen it before so I decided to go inside.

I played around with my lighter until it turned on. "Hello?"

It was dark. I kept walking until I heard a few whispers. "Who the fuck are you?" I asked.

I hadn't realised how deep I walked in. I didn't even know how to get out. I turned around. That wall wasn't there before? I took a turn which I thought I took.

I didn't recognise where I was going at all. The fire on the lighter began to flicker. "Shit no no no." I fumbled around with it and accidentally dropped it in the water. "FUCK!"

It was pitch black. I put my hands on the wall and used it to guide my way. I didn't know where I was going or if I was going deeper into the sewer.

I looked up when I saw light. It was a drain. I climbed up a ladder which led to the road but I couldn't fit out of it. I recognised the road. It was where Bill Denbrough's brother was last seen.

I felt something grab my foot. I screamed and fell down the ladder. I smacked my head on the concrete. Slowly, I lost consciousness.