I had just gotten done fighting with Patrick and grabbed my shit and ran out the door. I didn't know what the fuck just happened. Did I just lose my best friend? I didn't know anything anymore. I felt like my life just came crumbling to the ground. I got into the vehicle and just drove. I didn't know where the hell I was going, and frankly, I didn't care.
"What the fuck did I do?" I said.
I somehow wound up in a Best Buy parking lot. I parked and just cried my eyes out. I reached for the prescription drugs I had in my jacket pocket that I had gotten for my depression and anxiety and took a bunch of them. I felt completely lost and out of control and I just couldn't handle it anymore. At some point, from being so fucked up on Ativan, I called my manager. I was talking to him with slurred words. He hung up and I didn't realize until my mom called me. I answered and she asked me where I was. After a few minutes, I finally figured out where I was and told her. She hung up and I just sat in the vehicle. About ten minutes later, a vehicle pulled up next to mine and a frantic lady got out. It was my mom. I faintly remember her grabbing me and putting me in her vehicle. We arrived at the hospital, but that's all I remember.
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My Addiction (A Peterick Fan Fiction)
FanficPete Wentz and Patrick Stump had always been the best of friends, but will they realize that they want to be more than that? I know that Pete, nor Patrick, are gay, so please don't give me any crap about that. It's just a story. Thank you :)
