Sanity (Peterick)

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It's not really just about keeping your head above water, it's about feeling alright and feeling safe in your own skin. - Pete Wentz

Patrick's POV

I walked into the mental hospital with my mom, staring at my feet the whole time. I was so anxious to even speak to anyone.

I heard my mom tell the lady at the desk my name. She was checking me in for dissociative identity disorder (DID). It was a problem I've had since I was 15. I'm 18 now, legally old enough to lead my own life. But what happened last night is why I'm here right now.

I held a knife to my throat, except it wasn't me, it was one of my alters. The scariest one. My mom was horrified to come downstairs at 1 in the morning and see me like that. But I don't remember a thing. Every time one of my alters comes out, it's like I'm unconscious.

The alter that came out last night was Benjamin. He basically will do anything to hurt me. I've got cuts all up and down my arm to prove it. Fresh slices and old scars.

It was time for my mom to go now. Who knows when I'll see her again.

"Honey, I need you to know I'm only doing this for your own safety and because I love you, okay?" She said in a sweet tone.

"Okay.." I said "I love you too, mom"

She kissed my on my cheek and walked out the door and I could swear I saw tears forming in her eyes.
The lady at the desk helped me carry my luggage up to my room. I walked through the door into a dark room. I flicked the light switch and sat down on my new bed.

"Dr. Urie will be in here shortly to meet you." The lady said and shut the door.

I looked around at the room, except I could see shit without my glasses, so I looked through my bag for my frames. How did I even manage to get here without them?

"Hello?" Someone said as I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I jumped a little. Scared the hell out of me. I turned around to see a guy with black and red hair and honestly didn't look much taller than me.

"Um.. hi. Why are you in my room?" I said.

"Dude, I don't think they told you, but I'm your roommate." He said holding out his hand.

The lady at the desk probably mentioned him but I wasn't listening. I shook his hand.

"My names Pete. Pete Wentz."

"I'm Patrick, uh Stump."
For some reason, I'm more nervous around this guy than anyone else I've ever been around. And all of a sudden I start hearing a voice in my head and I know what's coming. Oh no.

Pete's POV

I'm finally meeting my new roommate right now. His name's Patrick. He seems like a cool dude. I'm actually pretty excited to be hanging out with this guy.

All of a sudden I look at him and he looks like he's going to be sick.

"Hey, Pat, you alright man?" I say.

He doesn't answer. He sits for a second and the looks at me.

"Hey who are you? Where's my mom?" He said all panicked little kid.

"Dude I'm Pete, your roommate? I just told you that a second ago."

He looks so goddamn scared. Does this guy have amnesia or something?

"Where's my mom!?" He said and he got up and locked himself in the bathroom.
Just as that happened, Dr. Urie came in.

"Hey Pete, where's your new roomy, Patrick?" He said.

"Hi dude, he just ran into the bathroom all freaked out. He keeps asking where his mom is." I explained.

Dr. Urie walked up to the bathroom door and knocked on it.

"Patrick..?" He asked.
I swear I could hear him crying or something.

"Patrick?" He asked again.
He turned around. "There's nothing dangerous in there to hurt him, right?"

"No, they always make sure that nothing bad's in there, remember?" I said.

He came over and sat next to me.

"Look Patrick's got dissociative identity disorder, commonly known as multiple personality disorder." He explained. "He could Patrick one second and literally a whole other person another. They can be any age, any gender."

He got up and knocked on the door one more time.
"Hello?" Dr. Urie said.
"...hi," said Patrick, sounding like a frightened child.

"Hi, what is your name?"
"..Charlie,"

"Hi Charlie, I'm Dr. Urie, but you can call me Brendon. Charlie how old are you?"

"..6" he said.

"Charlie can you come out, please?"

"..I'm scared"

"It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you,"

We heard the doorknob turn slowly and he peeked his head out through the door. He opened it all the way and Brendon took his hand and slowly lead him back to the bed.

"Charlie can you tell me what's the matter?"

"I don't know where I am and I'm scared." He said.

"It's gonna be okay buddy, we're your friends now, you gonna be staying with us for a bit. Don't worry we're gonna have fun here okay?."

He didn't answer, and Brendon signalled me to pass him his bag. I gave it to him and he dug through it and pulled out a little teddy bear. He gave the toy to Charlie and he hugged it.
Brendon got up and left to do some paperwork for Patrick and I sat with Charlie. It was all new to me, seeing this change happen right in front of my eyes. He seemed so fragile though.

"Um, Pete? Did you give me a teddy bear?"

Patrick's back.

"Uh no, Dr. Urie did."
His cheeks were all red now.

"Omg it was Charlie, wasn't it?" He said looking at the bear. "I'm so sorry man, I swear I didn't do it on purpose."

"Don't apologise dude, I understand. Dr Urie told me everything."

"You probably think I'm crazy now,"

"Nah don't worry. Here, we are all crazy,"

Authors note-
So if I'm gonna continue, I'm gonna need feedback whether I should keep going or not, just so I know it's worth it.

Thanks for reading <3