Dear Patrick (FOB/Patrick Stump FanFic)

Chapter 17

October 15th, 2012

"Patrick, setlist?" Pete inquired walking in and sitting on the couch. "I was thinking Saturday, then What A Catch, Donnie," I suggested. "You're the boss, Trick," He stood up, patted my back and exited the room.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I grabbed my guitar and strummed a few strings. "I've got troubled thoughts and a self esteem to match-" I sung before getting cut off by my cell phone ringing. I set my guitar down and picked up my phone.

"Hello?" I spoke softly.

"Is this Mr. Stump?"

"Um yeah, why?" I furrowed my brows, standing up and pacing the room.

"This is Nurse Valerie, calling from the Chicago Hospital."

I stopped in my tracks, "Is everything okay?"

"Not really. Your girlfriend was in a fatal accident and..." The woman paused, "I think you should come as soon as possible." And with that, she hung up. I immediately grabbed my bags and rushed to the car, where I sped off to the hospital.

I ran through the double doors and breathlessly up to the receptionist desk, "Girlfriend. Stump. Where?" She pointed to the sixth room down the hall. I ran down the hall and into her room, "G-God no..." I cried, making my way over to her bedside, "Y-You're not allowed to do this to me again!" I grabbed her hand and brought it up to my lips.

"Mr. Stump?" I was interrupted by the doctor. "I'll be back..." I whispered in her ear and kissed her forehead, before walking over to the doctor, "I'm sorry to say...but your girlfriend is in a medically induced coma."

"Why?" I asked, furrowing my brows once more.

"Her injuries were way too serious for us to treat and because of her cancer...we had no other choice," He explained to me, "I'm sorry, but she's brain dead." He sighed and turned away.

I dropped to my knees, clenching tightly to my chest.

The world just loved to tear me down, taking away the one thing...one person I love more than anything.

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"Oh..." My friend spoke softly before handing over the book to me, "I-I didn't know..." She sat down next to me.

"Doesn't matter..." I said emotionlessly, tears stained my face, "We weren't meant to be, but I loved her anyway." I stood up and threw the diary in the trash can, leaving the room the way it is, "I can't stay here anymore. Not just this apartment but this whole goddamn town. But I sure as hell can't pack everything up again without getting sidetracked by the memories. So I might as well just leave and get a clean slate somewhere else, where no one knows who I am or what I've gone through." I told her as I reached for the door handle.

"Wait!" My friend ran over to me, "I'm sorry..." She pleaded, "I was wrong!"

"Wrong?" I furrowed my eyebrows. She immediately turned pale. "I mean, I-I was wrong to say all those things about her."

"Like I said, It doesn't matter." I opened the door, taking a step out into the hallway. "There's something you don't know, Patrick," She blurted out purposely.

"And what would that be?" I questioned. "I can't say..." She frowned and brushed past me, leaving the apartment without saying another word to me.

I turned around and got one good look at the apartment before turning away and never looking back.