Suicide Lane (Patrick Stump Fanfic)

Chapter 1 - Patrick's POV

The air was crisp and cold. It made my cheeks fluster and my spine shiver. When wasn't the air cold at three in the morning in Chicago though?

I turned the corner to Marigold Lane. The saddest street in town. Why you may ask? Well, because at the end of the street was Suicide Field. Some people called the street Suicide Lane.

The field where suicide notes would be left on the ground, blood was splattered on the grass, and teens cried and ended themselves.

I am going there now, not to be one of them. I go for the piece and quiet. Sure it's noisy when you hear a gun shot go off and the birds fly away, but now, it's quiet.

I got to the end of the street and hopped the fence. I shivered and lifted up my shoulders to stay warm. The ground was layered with frost and ice. Every step I took it crunched.

As I walked towards the center of the field there was a girl. Well, time to talk another teen out of suicide.

I walked up to her and sat beside her, "What are you doing here at this time of night?"

She looked at me, "What are you doing here at this time of night." I looked at her, "I asked first."

She sighed, "Debating on killing myself."

I looked at the sky, "Why? Oh, I'm here because I come here to think."

She nodded, "Well, I'm sort of just done with the world. People think I am happy and nerdy and then others think I'm a whore and that I'm ugly."

I looked at her and examined her face, "You don't look happy or nerdy, and you aren't a whore and you are actually very pretty."

She smiled and chuckled a little, "Thanks." I put my hands in my pockets, "Welcome."

She sighed, "Also, I tell people I'm in pain, but they don't see it."

I took my hand out and moved her face to face me with her chin.

I looked into her eyes, I saw pain, with a little bit of hope.

Like, a dog that gets abused but is hopeful that its owner will change and become nice.

I put my hand in my pocket, "Your pain is visible. When I look into your eyes I see pain and hope. People just can't except the truth so they cover up the problems or act clueless."

She twirled her fingers, "How do you see hope?"

"You look like you know things can get better if things change."

Then it got quiet, then she broke the silence, "Things probably could change, if the people around me took the chance too."

I looked at her and let out a chuckle, "People won't change themselves for shit. The only person who can change your surroundings is you."

She looked at her hands again, "Oh, well, then I better start trying. Thanks your sort of like m-"

I interrupted her, "Don't say I'm your hero. Hero's don't let people down, and I do." I let out a sigh and say a cloud of vapor in front of my face. I love winter for this reason.

She finished, "Then you are sort of like my life saver."

I smiled, "That's better." I looked at her and she looked at me.

She squinted, "I recognize you from somewhere."

I took off my hat and ran my fingers through my hair, "I'm Patrick Stump, lead singer of Fall Out Boy."

She smiled, "I knew I recognized you from somewhere. It's an honor to meet you, my name is Willow Blues."

I rubbed my chin, "Your name is very pretty." She smiled, "Thanks."

I heard some foot steps crunch. We turned around to find a man.

He walked up to her, "Babe, I got your note, please don't leave me."

She looked at me, this was the cause of the pain.

She sighed, "It's over John." John, cliché name.

He sat beside her and tried to seduce her.

"She said its over." He looked up at me, "Who do you think you are?"

"I think I am just a man on a balcony singing nobody will ever remember me. Who do you think you are?"

He got this dumbfounded look and stood up, "Willow, call me when your not with this nut job." Then he started walking away.

When he was close to the fence she started crying.

I looked over, "He hurts you doesn't he."

She nodded, I pulled her closer to me and hugged her. She cried even harder and leaned into my chest.

I looked down at her, "Do you live with him?" She nodded, "We were going to get married. Then he changed, now I want to leave."

"You're staying with me, you won't be a burden. I live alone. You just need to stay away from him."

She looked up and when she stopped crying I rubbed her tears away.

I got up and helped her up and we walked to my house.