Patrick's POV
I'm trying to fight back... I really am. But I can't. He's inside my head and he's too strong. He's taking over my brain and the moments I'm actually sane are starting to become less.
I don't want to do this. If I do it, I will destroy an entire race. I can't. What have I ever done to deserve this? I know it, if I had never abandoned Pete, this would not have happened and we would be sitting in my house, happily.
I can feel him pushing against the insides of my skull. I know I will lose myself again soon. I can't give in. I can't show him my weaker side. But I just...
"No... Please...", I whimper.
Are you already giving up, Patrick? And I thougt you were so strong, that you would always keep fighting. For your poor little angel boyfriend.
But you rejected him. You told him you would kill him. And he's probably far away now. And you know what? He will never... Never come back.
"No!", I shout, with tears streaming from my eyes. I can't stop hearing his voice. He has fought his way into the deepest parts of my mind.
Then I remember something. Something else that was able to fill my mind like that. Something good.
"Things aren't the same anymore. Some nights it gets so bad, I almost pick up the phone...", I sing.
"Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns. I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house in your shoes, I know it's strange. It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you.
I'm supposed to love you..."
I can already feel my head being filled with the well-known tunes of the song and there's that little spark in my heart. That little spark that would only appear when I would sing or look at Pete.
Lucifer's voice is fading away and I keep singing until he is entirely gone. Only then I open my eyes and accept the fact that I can actually shut him out. I can escape this way!
I move around and try to make the leather bands that are tied around my chest and arms a little less tight, without any result.
After I've been doing that for about half an hour, one of Lucifer's blue-eyed slaves walks in. It's a young girl -almost younger than I am- with curly, red hair. She seems like she's Irish.
"You have to come with me", she says in an emotionless voice. "You'll be set free..."
Before I can protest, she unties my ropes and puts a hood over my head so I can't see anything.
I try to fight back but she pushes a syringe into my arm and the world becomes numb. I feel the waves of darkness surrounding me. My head hits the floor and then there's nothing.
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Good luck, Patrick. Don't forget what I told you. You're not done yet...
I shoot awake and my head hits something spiky. I curse and open my eyes, realising I am lying underneath some kind of bush.
I roll over so the branches are out of my face. Only then I am able to look around. The fresh air of nature is filling my lungs and I breathe in happily.
All around me are trees but I can hear the familiar noise of cars in the distance. The sunlight is shining through the trees, giving the world a green glow.
It's so peaceful that I almost forget why I'm here and what happened to me. Here I'm safe, noting can happen to me if I just stay here.
No, I can't do that. I know why I'm here. Lucifer set me free but he isn't done with me yet. I have to be prepared for everything. And more importantly, I have to look for Pete.
Lucifer told me I pushed him away. That he would never come back. But that won't happen, right? Pete wouldn't give up on me. Like I gave up on him...
I need to stop feeling sorry for myself and I stand up, deciding to walk into the direction of the road. Maybe I can find help there.
I start walking and don't stop until the trees are starting to stand further away from each other and I can see the road at the horizon.
Then I look back and see how far I'm away from the place I woke up. But even though I've come this far, I will never escape him. He will always find me. He's in my mind. He is me...
I keep walking again and the sun starts to go down. Just as the sun has reached its lowest point on the horizon and the world is bathing in a beautiful orange light, I reach the road.
The moment I arrive, a car drives past and I wave like crazy, attempting to get the attention of the person driving it and I succeed. The person stops and hangs out of the window.
It's a man, about ten years older than I am, with curly, dark-blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He nods at me.
"What are you doing here on your own at this time, kid?", he asks. I blush since I must look younger because of my height. I don't like being called kid.
"I- I uh... I was lost", I say awkwardly. "And by the way, I'm not a kid. I can't be much younger than you are. And I need a ride..."
"Fine, dude", the man says. "I'm Dan Reynolds. Where do you want to go?"
"I'm Patrick Stump", I say. "I don't really care where I'm going. I just need to get away from here. Okay?"
"In what kind of trouble are you, dude?", Dan laughs. I shake my head and look away.
"Not the kind of trouble I want to talk about. Just... Can I come with you or not?", I say.
"Sure, get in", Dan opens the door of the car and I sit down next to him. It's a red pick-up truck which looks like it could collapse at any moment but it's better than nothing. In fact, it's great.
Dan starts the engine and I look out of the window. As we drive, I keep staring at the landscape we drive past.
"Hey, buddy", Dan pats my shoulder. "It's gonna be okay. I don't know what the hell you've been through but it's gonna be okay. You're gonna get through it".
I nod and smile at him. It's been a while since I've felt like somebody cared about me and nothing has ever made me happier than that small sentence.
I'm gonna get through it.
A/N: I'm so sorry for not posting anything for so long, guys. It's just that since school started, I'm having less time for Wattpad. Don't worry, I'm still gonna continue this story but don't get mad at me for not posting frequently.
Anyway, shoutout to you if you know who Dan Reynolds is and I hope you all enjoyed the chapter.
~Panda
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If You Ever Come Back ~Peterick Fanfic~
FanfictionDear Patrick, It's been one day since you left me. My friends are afraid I will kill myself, but that is not necessary. I already feel dead... My life means nothing without you. Please, I will do anything if you ever come back. Pete