Sanity (Peterick)

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*small tw*

Pete's POV

I found myself dreaming.

I was sick, something had gone wrong in my head. Operation worthy, I went in for surgery. I remember so vividly, I came out of surgery. Something was off though, every time I looked in a mirror, my face was just.. gone. I remember I wasn't scared about it, I was just sad.

The whole time I was just wishing and wishing to get my face back. But every time I looked in the mirror, where my face used to be just got more distorted. Distorted as in a way I can't explain.

For some reason, I kept going around asking people if they could get my face back, but they all either laughed or cried. It was weird. Then finally I came across one man who promised he could fix it all. And so he did. But when I looked in the mirror, it was the most horrifying thing I had ever seen. My face was back but it was messed up in a way I can't even.. It was inhuman.

Then I woke up.

I was terrified. I was in a state where I wasn't sure if what happened was real or not. I got up and ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror, but it was locked. I assumed Patrick was in there. I checked the time. 3 in the morning.

I sat back down and waited for Patrick to be done. I waited for 20 minutes, then I started to get concerned. He wasn't coming out. I knocked on the door.

"Hey Patrick, you okay in there?"

There was no answer.

"Patrick?"

I started to feel a little panicky.

"Patrick, answer,"

Still nothing. What the hell.

I shake the doorknob and say his name one more time. I give up, and pick up the phone. I give the office a call.

Of course, Brendon shows up at the door.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Dude, Patrick's been in the bathroom forever and he's not answering when I knock or say his name,"

"Lemme try," Brendon knocked on the door. "Patrick? It's Brendon, you alright?"

Again, there was no reply. Brendon reached in his bag and pulled out a lock pick. He unlocked the door and slowly pushed it open.

"What the hell are you doing?" Patrick said. The crack in the door was wide enough for me to see him. He had a sharp blade looking thing in his hand and cuts all up and down his arm. Deeper one toward the wrist. He had tears down his cheeks, but he didn't seem to notice them.

"We should be asking that question-" I said.

"Pete, hang on," Brendon said. "Is this Benjamin?"

"Yes it is, now please leave," Benjamin said.

"Im afraid I can't do that, Benjamin put the blade down,"

"No,"

"We can talk this out,"

"No! Leave me alone,"

"Pete, go get the nurses,"

"On it,"

I ran through the hall to the office. I was worried about leaving Brendon there with Patrick- I mean Benjamin. He's holding a blade for fucks sake. That's why i'm in a hurry.

I request a nurse at the office. I small lady comes out with a bag. She smiles, just to reassure me, but I'm still nervous.

We get back to the room and thankfully, Brendon's okay. Patrick's arms are still bleeding like crazy and it's not stopping anytime soon.