"Dear Hiatus..." (Sequel to A Living Hell) // Fall Out Boy

This Is Where You Come To Beg - Part One (Varying POVs)

A/N: I'm attempting to make this chapter good bc I feel like no one's really interested in this story anymore ;-;

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**Time lapse: two days

(Pete's POV)

With Joe being released from the hospital just this morning, we're back to focusing on what we came to Chicago for in the first place - group therapy. Patrick was able to set up an appointment with his old therapist for all of us in just a few hours. I can't speak for the others, but I can for myself, and I'm nervous. Therapy was never a friend to me, and I've always dreaded going. What got me over the last time this all happened was the guys, my family, and the fans. Everyone was so supportive, and I can only hope that'll be the same the second time around - once the fans find out what happened.

When we were rescued, there was a news story about us, but the facts - and the story itself - were very spotty, so people were left with a lot of unanswered questions. The four of us intend to tell everyone what happened, in a summed up form, eventually, but we need to work through our own problems first. Once we're okay, we can focus on that.

"You guys ready?" Patrick asked, slipping his sweatshirt on.

"Yeah, I am," Andy said, doing the same.

I nodded, and Andy helped Joe slip his sweatshirt on. The girls said they'd stay back with the kids, so we didn't have to worry about a babysitter. They hugged each one of us, then waved us goodbye. We piled into Patrick's vehicle - Patrick and I in the front, Joe and Andy in the back - and then took off towards the therapy office in downtown Chicago, which was only a fifteen minute drive. 

Once we arrived, we all got out, walking into the building with our hands in our sweatshirt pockets. We took the elevator up to the third floor, then walked into the office. Patrick let the lady at the desk know that we were here, then we all sat down.

We sat there for five minutes before a girl, maybe around the age of fifteen, and her mom came out of a room. Her head was hanging low, then it snapped up when her mom said something. She nodded to her mom, then looked towards the four of us. She stopped in her tracks, and her mom stopped as well, looking down at her.

"O-Oh my god," the girl said, making eye contact with us.

The rest of the guys picked their heads up, smiling at the girl. Patrick waved her over, knowing that she probably wouldn't have been able to walk over herself. Her mom gave her a little push, knowing who we were. The girl stumbled a little, then walked over to us. She opened her mouth, but nothing would come out.

"Hey, don't be shy. We're just normal people," I smiled, standing up.

She looked up at me with her big eyes, then wrapped her arms around me, making me chuckle. I hugged her back, then the rest of the guys joined, making a big group hug, which I think we all kind of needed. She wrapped her arms around all of us, crying a little. Once we pulled apart, she wiped her cheeks. Her mom walked over, he phone in her hand, asking if she could get a picture. We all nodded, then stood in a line, the girl standing in the middle of us, between Joe and Andy. 

The mom took the picture, then I asked for a picture on my phone as well. She smiled, then took my phone from me. She snapped that picture, then handed me my phone back. Joe gave the girl a little side hug before letting her go, then she went back by her mom, still completely speechless.

"I-I know I pr-probably shouldn't a-ask, but where h-have you guys been? I-I, um, saw that story about y-you on the news, but t-they didn't really go into de-detail," the girl asked, finding her voice. "O-Oh, I'm Samantha, by th-the way."