Suicide Lane (Patrick Stump Fanfic)

Chapter 8

Patrick's POV
It's been two months and I am still clean. Willow and I are closer than ever and now share a room.

The guest room is now used for whenever Ashley kicks Pete out of there apartment. His apartment actually.

I feel so bad for him, she cheats on him yet he is just to scared to confront her.

Pete acts like a bad ass so he can get publicity, when really, he is just afraid.

He isn't here now, neither is Willow. She came home late yesterday, I hope she doesn't today.

The weather has been better, more spring and just cold at night.

Maybe I will pick her up.

I don't know.

I will, I just got my car back so I will.

I grabbed my keys and walked to my car. I got in and it didn't start up, fuck not again.

I hit my car then got out of it and started walking.

Willow's POV
I just started putting on make up for John Caldwell, the news anchor. Shit, I'm going to be late again.

He smiled, "So Willow, do you want to go on a date?"

I shook my head, "I'm taken." He smirked, "Do you still want to?"

I put down the brush and sighed, "No you creep."

He got out of his chair and grabbed my shoulders.

"Come on, the guy your with doesn't have to know!"

I shook my head, "No." Then he kissed me, and I heard the backstage door open.

I pulled out and pushed him away, there was Patrick, with flowers.

I sighed, "Patrick it's not what it looks like."

He shook his head, "It is exactly what it looks like." He threw the flowers on the ground and went back out the door.

I grabbed my purse and went out the door. I caught up to Patrick and stood in front of him.

"Patrick, John kissed me I didn't kiss him. He wanted to go out with me and I told him no I was taken so he kissed me."

He shook his head and started running. I groaned and chased him. I started to tear up, "I'm not a whore!"

He kept running anyways. He made a different turn from the house.

I ran to the house and flopped onto the couch. I cried for a while, here I am again.

Crying, debating on living. I can't have anyone hurt me anymore. It hurts me way too much.

I went into the bathroom and looked through the pills.

I grabbed some sleeping pills.

I cried a little more and grabbed a water bottle.

I shoved them in my purse and ran out the front door.

I walked to Suicide Field. Patrick wasn't there, perfect timing for me.

I went into the center of the field. I took out some pills and swallowed them.

I eventually took all the pills.

Everything got blurry and black, and I slowly drifted off.

Patrick's POV
I'm taking the long way to Suicide Field.

I just need to think, because, I know John a little and that's something he would do.

Then I feel that now that Willow had someone, she had the courage to ask others out.

I hate everything.

When I got to the park I saw a body laying there.

I walked over to it.

No. No. No. No. No.

Willow no why.

I fell to my knees and started to tear up.

I checked if she was alive. She is breathing thank god.

I sat her up and pushed the back of her throat with my finger. She started coughing and throwing up.

I pushed her throat again and she threw up more.

She threw up a lot of pills.

I hugged her and sighed, "Thank god your alive."

She kept coughing and I looked through her purse. There was some water, I have her the water and she drank it.

She started to cry, "Why did you save me?"

Tears streamed down my face, "I love you. I always have and always will. You didn't cheat, John does stuff like that. Please don't do that again, I love you way too much for you to die. Even if you ever did cheat on me, I would be too spineless to leave you."

She started to cried and I hugged her tighter.

She sniffled, "I love you too."

After a few minutes of crying and calming down, I picked her up and carried her back home. Right now, we just needed to rest.

When I got home, I laid her on the couch and she slept. I made sure she was breathing.

She took a lot of sleeping pills so, yeah she's tired.

The house looked fine, everything was in place. The bathroom didn't, pills everywhere, everything was messed up.

I picked everything back up and walked back into the kitchen to find Willow barfing in the sink.

I started to tear up again, "Please, d-don't do that ever again. I-I can't lose you."

She wiped her face and walked over to me, "Patrick, I promise I won't do it again."

Tears slowly streamed down my face and she hugged me.

At first I stood there, then I hugged her tightly and dug my face in her shoulder.

I can't lose her.

I can't.