What A Catch, Patrick (Patrick Stump/FOB Imagine Short Story)

I Just Want To Be Me

And so, you tell him.

You tell him everything.

You tell him how you're not pregnant (though you'll find out very soon that you indeed are pregnant).

You tell him how you did love him, but really only married him to get back at Pete for breaking up with you to be with other girls.

You tell him how you knew all along that he liked you, though you always played along, ignoring his subtle advances that he'd do when Pete wasn't around.

You tell him how you're still in love Pete.

"Oh," is all he can say. But that's not even the worst of what you tell him.

Tears brim your eyes as you see his heart shatter right before you. "Patrick, I'm so sorry." He shakes his head and stands up, turning away from you. "I can't help it!" You cry, rising to your feet as well, "It's...It's the demons inside of me."

"Really?" He retorts, spinning around, "You're going to blame this on some stupid demons?"

"I wouldn't have done what I did if it wasn't for them," You mutter, tears streaming down your cheeks and your nose running.

"What do you mean?"

You tell him how ever since you can remember, since you were just a little child, there were these voices that constantly whispered in your ear. And those voice told you to do horrible horrible things. You tried to get help, confessing your parents and your counselors that you were scared, but they just thought you were just imagining things, which wasn't completely wrong, but they thought the voices were just innocent imaginary friends, not evil spirits that taunted you from the dark corners of your bedroom.

You tell him that the reason you and Pete broke up, for real (since the reason you told him before was a lie, and somehow Pete hadn't told him how you broke up either).

You tell him how, at one point in the night, you were lying in bed with Pete's arm draped over you as he held you close. He was asleep, dreaming about who knows what. As for you? You were wide awake. With your eyes wide open, you stared at the wall across from you with the shadow cast from the window. A tree branch blew in the wind, tapping the glass, miraculously keeping you at somewhat of an ease. But even the melodic tapping of the window couldn't distract you from the voices that rung in your ears, telling you things you didn't want to hear. They always did. But what they were telling you that night, they were different than things said before. They told you Pete didn't love you. That you weren't enough for him. And that he was fucking every girl he could get his hands on when he wasn't home, all because you weren't good enough for him and that it was only a matter of time until he left you.

Being the strong person you believe yourself to be, you argued those voices, telling them you are good enough and that you two love each other and are going to stay together. And if anyone wasn't good enough for someone, it was Pete. This then prompted those "evil spirits" to say:

"Well, kill him, then."

At first, you rejected the idea. You couldn't do that to him. He was your boyfriend, the only person in your life who - or at least you thought who - understood you. Who didn't judge you, call you crazy. But they weren't going to take no for an answer.

"Come on...kill him!"

"He doesn't love you. He's just been using you, lying to you. And you're going to let him get away with that? I thought you were better than that, (Y/N)..."

"You don't need him in your life."

"You deserve better."

"You know where he keeps the gun. You know it's already loaded. All you've got to do is cock it and pull it."