Peterick One Shots

Im Free

My Patrick is in a coma and there's nothing I could do about it. I feel so useless I'm not but a worthless excuse for a human being, I fucking hate myself.

"I'm so fucking stupid." I whispered to myself. Patrick is next to me in a fucking coma and I can't do anything about it, I was going to marry this guy but no some asshole had to point a gun at him and shot him.

"I can't fucking do this." I whispered again, Patrick's in a coma and showing no signs of getting better.

"Fuck this." I walked over to Patrick and grabbed his hand. "Patrick I love you but I just can't live without you, I'm a worthless excuse for a human being you will find someone better if you wake up, I'm sorry Patrick but I have to leave." I whispered and kissed his cold lips, a single tear rolling down my cheek and onto his beautiful nose.

"Goodbye my love." And with that I was out the door and on the edge of a bridge "Goodbye fucked up world I'm finally doing it."

And before I knew it I was falling but it felt like I was flying maybe this is what it's like to be free.

Patrick's pov: (tissues make sure there next to you and handy)

Just because I'm in a coma doesn't mean I can't hear, I heard Pete every word and I can fucking stop him because I can't move.

I finally was able to wake up and when I opened my eyes I saw Andy and Joe, Andy was crying in joes chest and Joe looked like he was going to burst into tears any second.

"Hey guys what's wrong?" Joe looked at me and started bursting into tears.

A doctor walked in with a sad face "Mr stump you're boyfriend Pete wentz committed suicide yesterday, I am sorry." He said and left the room.

Two months later I'm standing at the same bridge, there are flowers and cards here from the fans well there will be more soon for two people now.

I'm falling but I'm flying in free and I'm coming to you Pete.

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Hello I haven't been posting if you've noticed I've been doing things, I just am going though something right now, I had a good day people were being nice to me and telling me how happy they are to be my friend and just making me feel happy then I come across something that reminded me of someone I once loved and well I read all of me and her messages and if I hadn't wasted all my tears I probably would be crying right now although she doesn't give a fuck I know that. Why am I always someone's second choice why am I just nothing to the people that mean most to me.