Sanity (Peterick)

6

Patrick's POV

Me and Brendon drop the subject of Ryan for now, for the sake of this not being so awkward. He asks me about how I've been doing here so far. I tell him everything is doing fine. But then he asks me about Pete.

"Has everything been okay with Pete?" he says, "Your relationship, his depression?"

I want to tell him so bad about what happened with the flower pot and when I found him and, oh my god.

"Patrick?"

It's too late I know who's coming.

Brendon's POV

I've been waiting for this. I've been needing to keep a record of his alters, yet I've only ever talked to Charlie.
I've seen this before in many of my other patients, this isn't Patrick anymore.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hello." He said, way different than Patrick would ever say. His voice was slightly deeper and monotone.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Benjamin, who are you?"

"I'm Brendon, Patrick's psychologist, nice to meet you. And how old are you?"

"15,"

"Okay, now first off," I said grabbing my notebook again, "How do you feel about Patrick?"

He was silent for a bit, and he started tracing shapes on his thigh. Maybe he's nervous.

"Take your time," I reassure him.

He is still silent. I decide to try something else.

"Would you rather write it down on a piece of paper and show it to me?" I ask. He nods his head. I rip out a piece of paper from my notebook and give it to him along with a pen.

I sit for a bit, observing him, taking notes. He doesn't talk, and neither do I.

He finishes writing and then looks it over a few times.

"Are you done?" I ask and he nods again.

I sit next to him, hoping he won't mind, and read over it. It was just 5 words.

He doesn't deserve to live.

I stare for a bit. Patrick's told me all about Benjamin and how he is too him, so this sentence is exactly what I expected. But before I'm able to ask anymore questions, Patrick comes back. It's a shame I only got 5 minutes to observe.

Patrick's POV

I look at the paper in my hands and reread it over and over again. Tears slowly forming in my eyes. I know exactly who wrote this and who he was talking about.

I think Brendon notices the tears in my eyes, but it's okay. Hopefully he understands.

"Patrick.." Brendon said.

Then I totally broke down. Brendon came over to hug me and kept telling me it's okay, it's okay to cry.

"Tell me everything that's getting to you right now," he said, as gently as possible.

"I just don't know what to do," I say, sniffling between words. "I'm scared he's going to hurt me, he wants me..." I began choking on words.

"He wants you what, Patrick?"

"...dead." I stutter out. "And I just don't want to deal with this anymore, I can't deal with this anymore,"

"Listen buddy, you can do this, you can! And, you're not alone, you got me, Pete, and Andy and Joe. I've talked to them in sessions, they've got you're back and so do I,"

I try to say something back, but I can't. My words still have me in a chokehold.

"Patrick, we are all brothers here. And we're not gonna let anybody fall."

"Thank you," I say.

"I've got an idea," he says and he gets up and grabs his guitar. "Maybe this'll make you feel better,"

I lay down on the couch, and he starts to play.

"If all our life is but a dream,
fantastic posing greed,
than we should feed our  jewellery to the sea..."

I close my eyes and listen. It's beautiful.

"For diamonds do appear to be,
Just like broken glass to me..."

***

I walk back to my room after the session and see Pete, laid back on his bed, picking at his bass guitar again.

"Oh hi, 'Trick. I.." He trailed off and looked at my eyes. "Have you been crying?
I nod my head in honesty. I guess my eyes are still red and puffy.

"Oh no, do you want to talk about it?" He said, setting his bass down and getting up.

"..maybe later."

"Hmm, okay, well I've got some news," he said and I looked at him curiously as he went to his drawer and pulled out a flier. "Brendon designed it," He handed it to me and I looked it over.

Holiday Bash - December 25

Come celebrate the holidays in the cafeteria on Christmas Day with all your friends! Free admission to anyone admitted in the psych ward. Party includes:

-strum-mendous music (see what I did there)
-yummy snacks
-dancing (innocently)
-games (ex. Scrabble, Monopoly, etc)

Remember to have fun!
Happy holidays xoxo

I looked at him and smiled.
"Do you want to go?"

"Sure why not? I mean all my other buddies are going. And they've got a band from New Jersey coming in to play. I can't remember the name, it's like My Chemical Florence or something."

"Okay well it sounds like a plan," I say.

"Awesome,"

Authors note

I know it's a little early for the holidays, but I'm eager.
Have a good one :)
Xoxo