We're Mental, So What? (A Pete Wentz Fan Fiction)

Chapter One - The Arrival

Author's Note:

Hey Guys! Long time no see! I've been on holiday for a while so I thought I would say sorry by writing a whole new book. These people are all from my favourite bands except from Bella Muerte. I got the idea for her from The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You by My Chemical Romance. I love that song so much and when Gerard sings 'check in to the hotel Bella Muerte' in his faux-Spanish accent it just made me think of the plot of this book. So a massive thank you to Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Mikey Way and Ray Toro for creating My Chemical Romance, the band saved peice of my soul, that song and essentially this book. Truly insparational men.

I walk through the large white doors, two men holding my arms so I don't run away. I should probably give you some background on me, since you can't read my files.

My name is Bella Muerte. It means 'beautiful death' in Spanish. Kind of a cool joke, it was my mum's idea.

I am 16 years old.

I enjoy swearing.

I have 3 piercings: ears, lip and nose.

I dye my hair. It's black, but I add purple streaks.

I am an emo.

I am apparently crazy.

I see two twin girls and a boy. The girls, Maddie and Angela, look like the twins from the movie: The Shining, and the boy, Oscar, looks like any other kid. He has brown hair and black eyes. He is 7 years old and his really pale.

So, now you know who I am, I'll tell you what's happening. I am being taken to an institute for the clinically insane. It's called Saint Mary's and this is where I'm going to be staying for a while. I am being escorted to see my main nurse. I walked with the two men beside me, until I got fed up and shook them off. "I can walk by myself." I snapped at them. They gave me about two feet of space until I was stopped by two people in nurse's uniforms in front of me. I looked up at them. One had a strange blend of colours in her hair, her long fringe almost blinding her. The other had red hair, his parting to the right side. He was cute. They introduced themselves. "Hi, we are the two head nurses, and you must be Bella. Your main's waiting for you in your room." This came from the red head.

"Thanks." I said, shuffling past them and to my new room. I looked at all the names on the doors until I saw 'Muerte, Bella' on the painted white metal. I turned the handle and walked in slowly, seeing a pale man lying on the bottom bunk of my new bunk-bed. He saw me and sat up abruptly, managing to hit his head off the top bunk. I giggled as he groaned in pain.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, getting off the bed. "You must be Bella Muerte, cool name. I'm your main nurse." He held out his hand and I shook it.

"You got a name, main nurse?" I asked him, smirking.

"Patrick, Patrick Vaughn Stump." He answered. "So, as I know all about you already, do you want to get to know me?"

"Ok." I studied his face as he told me all about himself. His light brown hair that covered half his forehead, his green eyes, his strangely ghost-like figure. He told me his life story, and I listened intently as we sat on the floor together. "Your life sounds really interesting." I told him when he had finished. "I can't imagine you fat though. I'm going to need a picture to prove it."

"I have one of me on my phone." He pulled it out of his pocket.

"Let's see then." I urged. He unlocked it and flicked through a folder called 'selfies' until he found one that I thought was edited as it said 'DISGUSTING' across the bottom. "Ok, first of all, loving the sideburns and second, you are such a liar, you're not fat in this photo." I told him. Sure he looked heavier but he wasn't fat.