#7 Patrick Stump

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This imagine is dedicated to fall0utTrash Thanks for adding more emo to my already ruined life, love ya for it!!!

It's so dark. You can't even see your own hand when you place it directly in front of you face. Or at least you think it's in front of your face. You squint to try and find any source of light, but really what's the point. You have no idea how big the room you're in is or if it even is a room. It's just so dark.

You decide there's no use trying to walk around so you sit on the cold concrete. And as you do, you feel that there's something in the pocket of you black jeans. You pull it out and feel it to find out that's it's your phone. You laugh at yourself for not thinking of it before and turn it on, and stand up.

The screen turns on with the brightness turned on full blast. You scrunch up your face and desperately try to find the settings. After getting the brightness down you use the flashlight on your phone to look around to find that you are in a room and it's discussing. There's discarded trash and wrappers lying everywhere and a god awful smell that you swear wasn't there before.

You shine your phone around the rest of the room, looking for a way out but you find that there's not windows or doors, nothing. Then suddenly you hear something behind you. You quickly whip around and shine you're light to find someone curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth. You slowly walk over to them and now you can hear that they're softly crying. You tap their shoulder and they look up at you. It's Patrick.

"Oh my-! Patrick!" You exclaim, rushing to his side and wrapping your arms around him to try and comfort and calm him down. "Hey, shhhh. It's gonna be alright. What's wrong?"

He looks up at you, tears filling his eyes and turning them and his face red. "Why?" He asks simply.

You frown in confusion. "Why?" You question.

"Why does the world have to be so cruel?"

"Oh, Patrick." You say in your soothing voice that you only use when someone is sad. "The world is just so dark and depressing and if it finds anything good or happy, like you, and it tries to destroy it because it's just jealous."

He laughs slightly, but not in a happy way more of a "yeah right" kind of laugh. "How can I be good, when I'm the one that's gonna kill you?"

"What?" You exclaim when suddenly you feel a sharp excruciating pain in your stomach. You look down to find the end of a knife piercing through you. You look up again at Patrick to find that he's smirking, enjoying every second of cutting your life away. You can feel blood rushing up the back of your throat and you spit it out. Then everything goes black.

You scream out and thrash around trying to escape. You can feel your body is on fire and you're beading out sweat. You keep screaming. A light turns on and you can hear footsteps rush towards you but you just can't stop screaming. It's as of your life depends on it.

"Hey!" You hear a familiar voice all out. "Calm down! It's ok! Your ok!"

You stop screaming and breath deeply. Your cloths are now sticking to your skin. Your head is pounding and everything is hazy. When you can finally see again you look up to see Patrick standing over, a look of worry and almost fear filling his eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asks, sitting you up and rubbing your back. It feels nice.

"Yeah..." You reply. "...yeah I'm ok..."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asks concerned.

You take a deep breath and begin explaining the dream to Patrick. You tell him about the dark room and the trash and how he stabbed you. He gives you a sympathetic look before pulling you into a hug.

"It ok, alright? I would never hurt you. Never." He reassures. "You should get some rest, we've got a long day planned tomorrow."

"Really?" You ask, now calm and relaxed. "What are we doing tomorrow?"

"Anything." He replies with a smile. "Anything you want."

Soooooo..... What do you think? I really hope you liked it... I'm so obsessed with FOB right now! Ugh they're so perfect! I'm gonna try and do a Pete imagine soon, so you have that to look forward to! Oh, and it's Patricks birthday tomorrow so happy early birthday Patrick!!! Please comment and tell me what you think!

Goodbye my lovelies!

~JohnWatson12

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