Saturday (Peterick)

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-Pete's POV-

I wake up on the floor in Gerard's room. I get up and look around, going downstairs. What I see horrifies me. Dead bodies, drained of blood, litter the floor and blood is everywhere. Patrick is in the middle working on another one.

He cannot end up like I was.

"Patrick?" I asked. He looked up.

"Hey, Pete." He said, returning back to his bloody meal.

"What are you doing?!"

"Eating. You want some?" He said, not looking up.

"No, Patrick! You can't just go around killing people."

"I obviously can, because that is exactly what I'm doing." I walked over to him and kneeled facing him.

"Patrick, please stop." I said softly.

"No." He replied. I slowly reached my hand and pulled the body away from him. He looked into my eyes.

"Patrick, I need you to focus on me. What do you feel?"

"Nothing."

"Just focus on me, then I want you to look at what you've done." I told him and he looked around and his eyes widened and his breath hitched.

"Did-did I do that?"

I nodded. At that moment he collapsed into a heap on the floor. He was sobbing hard and all I could do was hold him as he cried. Poor kid had no idea what was going on, and it was all my fault I brought him into my mess of a world.

It still scares me shitless that people read y stories and vote and comment on how good they are and when I find them without even looking for them and I don't understand. Do I plan any of them ahead? No. Do they have one main conflict? No. Are they a decent length? No they're really short. I just can't seem to write a story and have the conflict last more than two chapters.

Thank you to all the people who read my stories and vote, it means a lot.