Day 1/2 {patrick pov}

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I felt my self enter earth. Enter Petes room, as soon as my feet touched his soft brown carpet I noticed he was curled up in bed hugging a pillow like it was the only thing keeping him on earth. I smiled to myself and looked around the small space. My eyes went to his desk where a notebook was sitting closed with one of those red bookmark things in the middle. I quietly walked over to it and opened the book. I read over the words and felt tears come to my eyes
He really feels that way?
I glanced over at him and noticed his eyes we scrunched together.
He was having a nightmare.
I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbed his and shushed him quietly, when that didn't help I started singing
I've got troubled thoughts and a self esteem to match, what a catch, what a catch...

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