Sanity (Peterick)

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Trigger warning (cutting)

Patrick's POV

I walk into the office to see Dr. Urie at his desk, on his laptop. Now, I've never seen this dude before, but Pete said that Charlie did.

His office had pastel pink walls and a white fuzzy carpet. He had posters all over the walls like a teenager, and a guitar in the corner of the room.

"Hello? " I said as I looked through the door.

"Oh hi! You must be Patrick, come in, come in," he said happily. "Take a seat on my couch,"

He had a baby blue couch with a pillow that said "punk isn't dead" on it.

I sit on the couch and he comes over to shake my hand.

"I don't think we've formally met before. I'm Dr. Urie, but you can call me Brendon,"

"Hi Brendon," I said looking at his brown emo-ish hair and thick rimmed glasses. He looked pretty young for a doctor. I shook his hand.

"So Patrick, let's start out simple," he said, grabbing his note book and taking a seat in the leather chair across from me. "How do you feel today?"

"Um.." Why is it always so hard to answer that question for me? "I'm okay, I think,"

"Okay, good to know," he said, writing something down. "Okay so let's get to know each other a little more, that way you can start to feel more comfortable talking to me,"

So we chatted for a little, and turns out Brendon is really cool. He really does love music and actually likes to sing, along with play the guitar. And just before I leave, I notice a framed photo of some boy on his desk.

"Hey Brendon, I hope you don't mind me asking, but who's that a picture of?"

"Oh I don't mind, that's and old friend of mine. His name is Ryan. He likes to writes songs for me sometimes. He's really nice, maybe I'll introduce you to him one day,"

"That'd be cool, and maybe you could show me one of the songs he's written you?"

"One of these days I will, promise," he said, "Have a nice day, Patrick,"

"You too," I say and smile as I walk out and shut the door.

Halfway down the hallway, start to hear the voice inside my head. I try to fight it as hard as I could, but my head starts to pound, and I give in.

Pete's POV

It's already 10:00 pm and Patrick isn't back yet. Maybe something happened at the appointment. I can't check anyway, it's past curfew. So I just lie in bed, worried sick. All of a sudden it hits me, a huge wave of depression, and suddenly I don't even have the motivation to think.

I'm still worried though, it's the only thing I'm willing to think about right now. Him.

I can't take it anymore. I need to release this feeling. I look over at a glass flower pot in a high shelf. I've been keeping this plan to myself.

I carefully move my chair over under the shelf and stand on it to reach the pot. I barely reach it and I take it down an run to the bathroom. With my hand, I break the flower pot glass. I take a shard and start at my forearm. It's been a while, this will feel a little new again.

I flinch at the pain but, I need it. 1, 2, 3, 4... I count in my head every incision. I'm loosing blood, fast, and the faint feeling is coming on strong. But I love it.

I pass out on the bathroom floor.

***

I wake up to Patrick right in front of my face, crying. Kinda made me jump. But I could see in his eyes, he was different.

"Pete! Oh my goodness, your awake," He hugged me, but I could tell this wasn't Patrick. I recognise the voice from yesterday.

"..Charlie?" I said, hoping to be correct.

He slowly nodded, still hugging me. "Pete, what do we do? Your hurt.." He said panicked, looking at my arms. I know what I need. I need Patrick.

"I'm okay Charlie, I accidentally got hurt a little," I lie. He obviously has no I idea how to react. How olds this, kid supposed to be? Like six, right? And thank goodness he didn't ask how I got hurt.

So I take the toilet paper and wrap it around my arms.

"See now, it'll start to get better," I tell him. He leans down and kisses each of my arms, and looks up at me and smiles, believing that kisses heal all wounds.
I pull him back into a hug and we sit in silence.

I'm almost half asleep until Patrick comes back.

"Oh my god! Pete, are you okay?!" What the hell happened?" He said jumping up.

"Umm.." I didn't know how to answer to Patrick. He would know if I lied about the cuts. I don't want him to, but he gently takes the toilet paper off my arms to see, and he looks in shock.

He got up and looked through the bathroom drawer and pulled out some gauze. He removed the rest of the toilet paper and wrapped my arms in gauze.

"I'll help you up," he said pulling me up from under the arms, trying to avoid pulling my arms. He leads me to my bed and lays me down.

He goes back to the bathroom and starts cleaning up the glass and blood.

"Patrick it's okay, I'll get it," I say, sitting up.

"Oh no Pete, you gotta lay down, man," he said from the bathroom, carefully picking up the shards.

What have I done. Now Patrick's cleaning up for me. God, next time I gotta be more secretive.

"Thanks, Pat,"

"Seriously, no problem," he said, finishing cleaning and then washing his hands.

Patricks POV

I had never even know why Pete was here in the first place, but I think this explains it. I look over at him and he's staring at the ceiling. What's going on in that head of his right now.

I shut the light off in the bathroom and walk to his bed. He looks so tired and sad.

"Lay next to me?" He said like a question. I don't even need to think about it. I lay next to him and he sighs in relief. Or tiredness, I don't know.

"Hey Patrick, promise me you won't tell Brendon?" He whispers.

I want to tell someone so badly, because I want him to get help.

"..or Andy or Joe, or anyone?" He finishes and I become more urged to tell someone. But I don't want him to worry anymore tonight. He just needs a rest.

"I promise,"

Authors note

So, is this story moving too fast? I can't tell. Anyway thank you for the reads :D Have a nice day, and please stay safe,
Xoxo