I was an Angel(Peterick)

Prologue- 'Til Death Do Us Part

Patrick Stump...

  "Patrick, he was as innocent as any person could be." I know that voice. It was sweet and soft, but muffled and it sounded shaky. "He was my son, my baby boy. He's only nineteen; he was too young to be taken away from us. Megan was so devastated, she couldn't cope by herself. If I could, I would ask God to take me instead of my baby. But I know that he has a plan for my sweet Patrick. So please, Lord, make my son happy up in Heaven."

"Patrick Stump correct?" I voice interrupts me from being able to listen in on what the voice was saying. I look around, dazed. Everything was white. White walls, white furniture, even white paintings. They didn't have anything painted on them, just a blank canvas, ready to be mastered. "Excuse me, Patrick?"

"Huh?" I hum quietly. I look up at the older male. His shaggy brown hair covered his eyes, and his pale skin shown through his dark suit. "Where am I, sir?"

"Patrick, this is Heaven." He smiles politely at me. I look around, nothing special. "Get off of the floor, first of all. That's no way for God to see you."

"God?" I ask confused. He fixes and flattens my hair down.

"You're hair's no good." He bites his lip before lighting up. "Here we go!" He smiles before getting a black fedora out of midair.

"Why are you dressing me up?" I ask as footsteps boom down the hallway. "Who's coming?"

"Don't worry Patrick, everything will be fine." He assures me and holds my hand to prevent me from going anywhere. "Relax, it's only God."

"Patrick Martin Vaughn Stump I presume." The voice boomed from nowhere and everywhere. Patrick, shaking, nodded and he heard a soft laugh ripple through the room. "Your mother and sister were talking about you so much lately. I am guessing you heard."

"M-My mother?" I ask with a tilt of my head.

"Ah, you don't remember. Ryan, why don't you let him have his memories back?" The voice said kindly.

"Because Sir, his memories are too painful, even the good ones." The man- Ryan- said. "He could explode with emotions and do something rash."

"I understand. He'll have to just cope with the amnesia then." The voice said sadly. "Ryan, have you figured out what he is yet?"

"Well, I propose an Angel, since he is very innocent and dutiful. But, the way he died... Sir, it was brutal."

"Patrick, I don't know if you can hear me but... I need to get this off my chest. I-I guess this is a lot harder than it looks." I heard his voice bouncing all around my brain. I know who this is. "Patrick, I need to tell you this now, or I won't be able to say it ever again. I love you. I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I love the way you laughed at all of my dumb jokes, how you would call me Peter Panda, and even how you would sit through a nightmare with me because you know I can't handle being alone."

"Pete... I need to see Pete." I mumble, letting go of Ryan's hand and walking off to a random direction. His voice got louder as I walked.

"Patrick, you always knew how to make me smile, how to make me fall in love with you more than I already do, and how you would always find the good in people. But Pattycakes, that's what got you killed. I killed you Pat. I made you go to that party, I made you drink that stupid drink from that fucking guy, I made you-"

"Stop saying that Pete." I order him with my eyes shut tight so the tears can't escape. "You can't bring yourself down to a rapists level, a murderer. You're Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the Second, not a killer. The only crime you're convicted of is stealing my heart."

"P-Patrick, y-you're here." He stutters. I feel my body get pulled closer to a warm entity. I could stay there for days. I finally open my eyes, seeing a tan body, with blonde hair, and the most beautiful face. "H-How are you here?"

"I don't know. All I know is, is that we don't have a lot of time, Pete." I rushed as Pete tried to keep tears from running down his face. "Pete, I love you, too. I don't want to see you sad, or angry at yourself. I'm happy, or as much as I can be, in Heaven. It's not that bad."

"Patrick, I hate that we won't be able to live our lives together." Pete cried into my chest. I feel hot tears fall down my face as well.

"Pete, I just want you to be strong. I love you, but I have to go now." I wipe my eyes and cheeks. I put a hesitant kiss to Pete's lips. "Be strong Peter."

"Pat-" I hear his voice before I'm pulled back to the white halls, white rooms, and blank canvases.

"Welcome back, Patrick." Ryan's head pops in front of me. "I think you'll like it here."