Keep looking down on me,
I am more than you'll ever be
Cut me deep but I won't bleed
You're gonna kick, kick
Kick me when I'm down
By all means
Put me through hell
And I'll make you see
I'll be your worst enemy
Try to kick, kick, kick me when I'm down - "Kick Me", Sleeping With Sirens.
"Mm!!Mmmmm!!!" I was strapped to a chair. "Mmmm!" There was tape over my mouth and my nose hurt. I think it was broken. The smell, the smell was the worst.
Brendon came into the room. I heard him before I saw him. His laugh scared the shit out of me; it was like a child's, cute yet eery. "You are clever Petey, you know that? My clever little Petey..." I glared at him. If he so much as touched me...
Slap! The back of his hand collided with my cheek. I winced. Then he slapped me again, and again, until my face must have looked like a raw piece of meat. I felt a tear sting the corner of my eye. Brendon threw his head back and laughed. My fear fuelled him. " You want to see something?" I stared at him. He was clearly a maniac. "Oh come on, do you?" He grabbed my jawline and made me nod. "Of course you do."
He kicked the chair round. I shut my eyes tight. I didn't want to see. No no no no no no no no no. Patrick. No no no no no no no no no no no no. He forced my eyes open, a sinister smile playing on his lips. The smell emitting from the corpse, like it had been there for days was enough to make you vomit. But I had seen dead bodies before. What made me vomit was the realisation that that was my best friend, and I was held captive by his killer.
When the vomit came up it spewed all over my lap and on the floor. He slapped me again. " Why, you naughty boy! Look what a mess you've made in my house." I gave up and stared down at the floor, crying. The tears joined the vomit on the floor. He knew he had won. His body was green and bruised. There was multiple stab wounds and his eyes were wide open. It disgusts me he didn't even bother to close them for him.
"Oh I knew you would like it! I have one more surprise left however, you want to see?" He ripped the tape over my mouth off in one swift jerk of his hand. I screamed. "Shut up!" He screamed back at me.
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The (After) Life Of The Party...
FanfictionFeatures Pete Wentz, Brendon Urie, Tøp Patrick stump and Mikey Way. The party has just ended, and Pete wakes up to a completely trashed house. He has barely any recollection of what he did that night. Everyone has left from the night before... Or h...
