Peterick One Shots

Who Said I Didnt?

Warning: Self harm, suicide and just sad.

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Fuck why was I so stupid. Why did I have to tell you that I love you. I know you didn't love me but everyone was telling me to go for it, it was like at our concert there were signs that said "I ship peterick" and it made me happy but you saw them and you were disgusted.

On stage I always tried to get close to you and be all over you but you never did anything back. I flirted with you but you thought nothing of it. When the band broke up and you went on a solo tour and Joe and Andy went to work together for a little while, I was left all alone and I couldn't handle it.

You called me one night drunk and told me you loved me, and when I was happy and going to tell you I loved you back someone in the background started talking and then I heard movement and before I knew it I was listening to you fucking her.

I hung up and cried. I fell asleep that night and I only cried and cried and that's all I did until 4 in the morning and when I did actually fall asleep it was a restful sleep I woke up restless.

I had had enough. I went to the nearest drug store that night and bought some pills. I sat down in the bathtub and ran a razor over my skin, over and over again until my arms, thighs, shoulders, hands and anywhere else you can cut yourself were covered and bleeding with cuts.

I poured the pills into my hand and evened them out, I put them all in my mouth and swallowed, while I waited I decided to call you.

I called you and you sounded happy, I told you what I did and you sounded so worried you're a good actor I'll give you that. You drove to my house and banged on my bathroom door, you knew where my spare key was for my house.

I just sat in the tub and waited for everything to end. You finally got the door open and rushed to me, you're eyes were red and a look of hurt and guilt was in you're eyes and that's the last thing I saw before I blacked out.

I woke up in the hospital. You were there and you hugged me, I started screaming at you and saying "why would you save me! I was better off dead." And "you're the reason I want to be dead!" Just hurtful things but you didn't scream back you just sat there and took it.

Once I was finished I screamed and ripped out all the tubes making me lightheaded in the process but I didn't care it would all be over soon.

I ran and ran and I heard you call for me and you kept chasing me I finally made it to a bridge and at the bottom was a 50 foot drop into shallow water, perfect for suicides.

There was a sign by the bridge saying "Suicide hotline." Yeah like i was going to use that. I was about to take a step off when you came down the bridge and told me to stop.

I didn't listen but I said my last words to you before I jumped "I thought you loved me." And I jumped off.

Patrick's POV: (Grab you're box of tissues)

I looked over the bridge once you jumped off you're final words to me were "I thought you loved me" who said I didn't.

Years have passed and it's not the same without you. The band has gotten back together and we have a new bass player his name is Elliot he's cool and cute and what not but no one will ever replace you.

Today I'm going to visit you're grave. I got there like I always do every Sunday the flowers from last week still there. I sat down in front of you're grave and smiled.

"Pete you're last words to me were 'I thought you loved me'" I pulled out something from my bag I brought "But the real question is who said I didn't."

I grabbed the object and held it "Pete I love you." I pulled the trigger and everything goes black.

Who said I didn't?

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Guys so this is my first peterick story on here I hope you guys like it.

Bye nemos!

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