Broken Pieces

chapter one

"So why on earth are you standing on the railing?"

"I'm trying to kill myself, duh." I said with a hint of sass in my voice.

"Well, why are you trying to kill yourself?" He said with his eyes full of curiosity.

"Oh you see I have this thing. And like, I'm alone too so that's a burden." I said as I took a bite off my oreo cheesecake. "Hey by the way, thank you for this."

"Well, that's not for free you're going to pay for that."

"What...? What the fuck? You brought me here and you told me to pick what I want and then you're going to make me pay? Well then if that's the case I don't have money I can't pay you. And for starters, I don't even know your name. Ugh. Goodbye stranger. Sorry." I said as I stood up but he grabbed my arm.

"Well that's not the payment that I want." He said "And my name's Patrick, Patrick Dunn. Now will you sit down and let me explain?"

And then I sat down again "Then what?"

"I want us to be friends." He said and he smiled.

I stared at him for a while and then I realized that I wasn't talking "What...? I mean, it's not that I don't agree to that but what? Why?"

"I don't know I just want us to be friends."

"But why?"

"Enough questions. I saved your life and I paid for your glorious cheesecake and for that choco chip frappe."

"But—" Then he suddenly put his hand on my mouth. Rude.

"No more buts. Come on I'm going to take you somewhere."

I just met him and now he's bringing me somewhere. What on earth am I doing?

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We're in his car. And woah, this guy, by far is the awesomest (and yes, the word awesomest exists) guy I've ever met. HE HAS AN IMPALA. HE DRIVES AN IMPALA. JUST LIKE WHAT SAM AND DEAN HAS HOLY MOLYYYYY! but then I tried to keep my chill since I don't want to freak him out or something.

"Where on earth are you bringing me Patrick?"

"I'm going to bring you to my house." He said and he looked at the road again.

"What? Your house?"

"Yeah you dumb ass." He said and he chuckled. "I'm just kidding" and he pinched my cheek. Wow. Very touchy.

"Are you sure?" I said with a hint of hesitation in my voice.

"Yes. It's like I'm hiding something." He said and he looked at me

"Well maybe you are, what if I found your room full of newspaper clippings and pictures of your victims and when I see them you'll have to kill me because, apparently I knew your secret." I said

He laughed and just shrugged it off

"I'm serious about this." I said and I slapped his thigh

"Ow." He looked at me and smiled sheepishly "Well if you don't like vinyl records and pizza then I can take you to your house." He said and he looked at me

"Who said that I don't like vinyls and pizzas?" I said and I looked back at him

"Here we are." He looked at me and smiled