/They will never believe you/
Patrick hides his own devastating secrets away from the world and unknowingly so does Pete, but whose will reveal itself first and which one will ruin lives?
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*yo. I'm back with a (small) chapter, most likely failed exams and a shitty job in poundstretcher fight me/ update: I passed my exams and I actually like my job, still fight me*
Pete's POV
It's been two weeks. It's been two weeks and I've heard nothing from him, nothing from her, nothing from anyone that's any importance to me whatsoever. It's been one week since I've left my house and four days since I gained less than a couple of hours sleep, waking up to the darkest type of shadows lurking around me, lurking within me.
It was cold, everything was cold. Teeth chattering, skin shivering, bones aching, hairs standing, breath clouding and muscles seizing, I felt trapped. I was wet. The water was cold, I must of been in the shower and I couldn't remember how long I'd been there. Was it hours? Days? I was losing my mind.
Tick Tok/ Tick Tok/ Tick Tok
The hands of a clock moving but I could see no clock. Time, time was moving. Time always moves, constant and never ending, faceless and nameless but always there. Always has been and always will be. Time was not to be seen, heard or known of yet we all know what time is. Time is checking your phone to see how many minutes, seconds, hours have passed since you last had a text or a call, time is what tells you how long you've been wasting your time. Time is everything. We get told we run out of time, like there's a set amount of time limited to each person. I wonder how much time I have left, whether I've barely dented my amount or if I'm almost running low. How are you supposed to know when no one knows. Time is everything.
Nothing seemed real anymore.
Gunshots and fireworks erupted around me, my bones shook with the vibrations, my skin chilled at the sound.
Bang/ Bang/ Bang
A moment of serenity, I was so cold.
There it was. Something to render me incompetent and unable to process the world around me because there it was. Something different to what I had experienced over the past few days but something I couldn't grasp hold of but there it was.
"Sir? Mr. Wentz? Can you hear me?"
Brights lights, movement and sound. I could feel someone touching me but I couldn't respond.
Scream Petey boy, scream.
"Sir? Please remain calm," the voice was cool and inviting, "help is on its way."
Everything was so cold.
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Ok. So this is a messed up chapter for a messed up Pete from a messed up me//
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