Friend, Please (Peterick)

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Patrick's POV

A month later (summer)

I waited for the clock to be 3pm. Slow process. I sighed and waited for another minute. It was 5 minutes away and hell yeah I'm excited for this summer. I mean, I don't do anything for summer but I mean, no homework or anything and maybe I can chill my mind.

I hated this part though. Whenever like, its the start of summer, before I get to go home or something, I'll usually get bruised up before going anywhere.

Once the bell rang and everyone cheered and ran outside which left me and the teacher that was a smiling mess while I was just.. packing my stuff and put all the books in my hand and decided to quickly run to my locker and put the books in to avoid getting hurt.

I opened my locker and put the books back in there and closed it. I walked out, fast.

Happily, I walked home. I knew this summer was gonna be a pain in the ass since I'm gonna be home a lot more. Maybe.

I walked upstairs and put my bag down. Amazing. I loved the feeling of having no school the next day.

I sat on my bed and sighed. I didn't know what to do anymore. I went to the bathroom and took a shower.

Once I finished taking a shower, I walked downstairs. I knew my dad was downstairs probably smoking. I could smell it and I couldn't breathe. Second hand smoke gives a higher chance of lung cancer and we all know I don't want that.

"Can you please smoke outside?" I asked him politely. He just laughed at me. "You already know I have asthma." I sigh. He kept laughing and shook his head. "Pathetic attempt. I don't wanna move." He says, blowing out smoke at my face. I felt my eyes burn and chest tightening as he kept doing it.

I walked upstairs quickly and I struggled finding my inhaler. I was shaking so badly and I was gasping for air and I couldn't exactly see. My eyes hurt and I couldn't think. Maybe this is when I die. Maybe I'll finally be happy dead.

I finally found my inhaler for what seems like forever. I used it desperately and breathed in a couple of times before feeling better. I went to the bathroom after that and washed my face that did not make the burning pain in my eyes go away. I used really cold water and washed my face roughly while cussing loudly to myself.

Soon it was gone and I sighed in relief. I'm never going downstairs. What was pissing me off was that I'm having a horrible time at home and it's only the first say of summer. I'm gonna be living horribly this entire summer. As if I don't already.

I was slowly falling asleep and I just ended up sleeping. I was tired from the bullshit and I basically had a near death experience and it was more scary than expected.
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511 words at 1:54am so lmao yay here's an update