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Chapter 16: Pete

trigger warning

I watched Patrick sleep peacefully for a while before decided to put him to bed. I carried him bridal style up to our room. I laid him on the bed and put blankets over him. I kissed his forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, baby."
I went back downstairs and saw an awake Andy and a smiling Joe. "Hey guys. I put Patrick to bed. He seemed so tired so... What's going on here?"
They looked at each other before looking back at me. "We have to go." said Andy.
I was confused, but then I caught on.
"Oh, we have to go? I see, I see. Have fun kids. Use protection." This comment got me slapped by Joe. I laughed as I helped them pack their stuff so they could leave. "We should practice again sometime soon! Tomorrow is the last day before break. There will be plenty of time over the break for us to practice!" They nodded in agreement.
"That sounds cool!" said Andy. "Text me the details."
"Okay! I will!" I say. "See you tomorrow!"
Joe stops me before he leaves and hugs me. "Thank you for telling him because you knew I was too scared to do it myself. You're a great friend." And then he left.

~Timeskip To 9:00 p.m.~

Patrick has been sleeping for the longest time but he didn't eat dinner. I had to wake him up to feed him. I came in to see an awake Patrick.
He was wearing something different than before. He wore a burgundy turtleneck when I brought him upstairs to go to sleep. Now, he was sitting on the bed in a white t-shirt playing songs on his guitar.
"P-Patrick?" I said. You would have thought there was a poisonous spider on the ground by the way Patrick jumped when he heard his name. He immediately went under the comforter.
"Y-yes?" stuttered Patrick.
"Uh... I just wanted to tell you that you need to eat before the night is over."
"Oh! Okay, I'll be down in a second!"
I went downstairs to wait for Patrick.
When he came down, he was wearing the turtleneck again.
"Patrick, why did you change?"
He shrugged it off.
I started thinking for a second.
"Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever seen you in a short sleeve shirt."
And that's when I started putting the pieces all together. Why he never wore short sleeves. Why he freaked out when I went upstairs and saw him wearing a short sleeved shirt.
I stared at Patrick before saying in an unintentionally cold voice, "Show me your wrists. Now."
Patrick slowly backed away from me.
"W-why?"
My walk turned into a run and I grabbed onto his shoulder to keep him from running from me. I slowly lifted up his sleeve and I got sick.
I started crying hysterically. I looked at Patrick in the eyes and just said, "Why?" in between sobs. "Why would you do something to someone as amazing as you?"
Patrick was now crying with me. "It has become a part of me and I cannot shake this habit."
"Patrick, we will shake this habit together."
"Together?"
"Why do you think I have an abundance of razors in my room? Just because I wanted to? It's because I need them! Why do you think I didn't want to leave you here alone? I was scared you would find them!"
"But Peter, you're arms are perfectly clean."
"Patrick, your arms aren't the only place you can do it."
I take off my pants to show him my legs covered in scars from thigh to ankle. He almost fell backwards.
He hugged me really tightly. "I-I'm so sorry, Peter."
"Don't be. Now, we aren't in this alone."