Tell no one. [peterick AU]

Chapter 21: Death

~Patrick~

I was walking home when it happened. It was past 11, and there was still snow on the ground. Some snow had fallen over winter break, and had slowly been melting. I decided not to go straight home and walked around instead. I walked down the street that Joe and Andy lived on. They were neighbors. As I passed their house, a car was driving by. I decided I should head home. It was probably past midnight. Then I heard a loud crash. I turned around to see the car had crashed into a light post. I stood there in shock. What do I do? "Help." I heard someone call out. I ran over to the car. There was two people in the front seats, but the yelling was coming from the back seat. I broke open the window and opened the door from the inside. There was so much blood, but I couldn't focus on that. I unbuckled one seat belt, and the other person didn't have one on. I dragged them both out of the car. It was a face I didn't want to see. It was Joe holding onto Andy. "Joe?" I said. He started coughing up blood. I pulled him into my lap, and the blood went all over my face. "Joe, you're going to ok." I said. He looked so scared. So frightened. He held onto Andy with all his might. "I'm scared." said Joe. He coughed up more blood. He pulled something out of his chest. It was a metal bar. He dropped it off to the side of him. He pulled Andy up to his side, kissed him on the cheek, then looked back up to me. His eyes seemed so bright, then they faded out. "Joe, don't die!" I yelled. I started  screaming at the top of my lungs. Someone ran out of the house we were in front of. I felt like I couldn't hear. Like everything was on mute. I saw the lights of the police cars, and the ambulances. They pulled Joes dead body from me. I sat in shock. I watched him die. "What's your name son?" Someone said reaching out to me. I got up and backed away. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I started running. Running away from the crash site. I found myself running to Pete's house. I couldn't go home. No one was there. I ran through the door and up the stairs. I swung open the door to Pete's room, running to his bed and throwing myself onto his bed. Which, he was sleeping in. "What the hell?" He yelled. I started bawling my eyes out. "Patrick?" He asked. I nodded my head up and down against his chest. "What happened? Are you covered in blood?" He asked. I tried to string sentences together, but all that came out were screams. "Ok, I get it. You're scared." He said rubbing my back. "Can I take you to the bathroom? To wash this blood off you?" He asked. I nodded my head. He picked me up, and carried me to the bathroom. I was shaking back and fourth. "Peter, there is a crazy man, covered in blood, who broke into the house." Said Pete's mom. "Mom, it's just patrick. You said yourself if he's ever in trouble, he's welcome here. And he's in trouble, and he has no where else to go." said Pete. He wiped the blood from my face with a damp towel. "Where are his parents?" She asked. "London I think. They had to leave today for an emergency." He said. "J-J-Joe." I said in a shaky voice. "Shh. You don't need to talk." He said to me. "No, you don't understand! He's dead!" I yelled. He instantly stopped, dropping the towel. "You don't know that." He said pulling me into a hug. "I watched him die Pete. I watched the life fade out of his eyes." I said. "Shh. It's 1 AM. We all need some sleep." He said. "Patrick, you can sleep in the guest room." Said his mom. "He can sleep in my room. I don't want him alone, he's been through a lot." Said Pete. I tried to calm down. "Ok. Do you want me to call your parents Patrick?" She asked. I felt exhausted. Like I could pass out at any moment. She walked out of the bathroom, and I melted into Pete's arms. "It's ok. Do you wanna talk?" He said wrapping his arms around me. "It's his blood. Can you get it off me?" I asked. He pulled away. He looked at me with fear in his eyes.

~Pete~

I was scared. "Patrick, did you kill Joe?" I asked. "No. No! Joe is my friend! Andy's my friend! There was a car crash on their street." He said. "Why were you on their street?" I asked. "I was walking home." He said. "Thats the other way." I said. "Does it matter? If I was there or not, they still died." He said. I pulled him back into a hug. "Come on. Lets get these bloody clothes off you." I said picking him up and sitting him on the counter. I finished washing his face with the towel, and pulled his shirt off him. I went to my room and grabbed a clean sweatshirt and sweatpants. I slipped the shirt onto him, and changed his pants as well. I picked him up in my arms and carried him back to my room. He clung to me like he was clinging onto his own life. "It's going to be ok." I whispered into his ear. I laid him down, then laid down next to him. He was so startled. "You're safe. Don't worry." I said giving him a kiss on the forehead. I woke up to him shaking in his sleep. I decided not to wake him, because I doubt he got much sleep. I walked downstairs and started eating an orange. "Hows Patrick doing?" My mom asked. "I don't think he slept much, so I'm letting him sleep in peace." I said. "Do you want to stay home from church and take care of him?" She asked. "You're letting me stay home from church?" I asked. "He ran into the house at 1 AM covered in blood. You can stay home from church." She said. They got ready and left for church. They probably wouldn't be home till later, so I went back up to the room. I found him sitting up in the bed with blankets wrapped around him. "I woke up after you left." He said. I sat down next to him. "How you feeling?" I asked. "Better than last night." He said. "You were pretty shaken up. It scared me. I thought you were dying." I said. "Can we do something to get my mind off it." He asked. "Want to play video games?" I asked. Soon we were going against each other in an old version of crash bandicoot. It was good to see him smile. I hated to see him cry. "You're losing hardcore." He said slightly pushing me. "Whatever. I could beat you if I wanted to." I said. Then he stopped playing. " 'Trick, whats wrong?" I asked. "We shouldn't be just playing video games." He said. I looked over to him. "Our friends are dead Pete. We're never going to see them again." He said. "Do you want to go tell everyone? I doubt any of them are actually at church." I said. He nodded his head.

We walked up to Gerard's house. It was the closest one. Patrick knocked on the door. "What do you want?" Asked Mikey opening the door. "Have you heard the news?" Patrick asked. "What news?" He said. Patrick looked at me. He didn't want to tell him. "Andy and Joe died in a car wreck early this morning." I said. Mikey laughed. "No they didn't. Gerard and I were supposed to go grab coffee with them today." He said. "Patrick was there. He saw the crash." I said. "Did he watch them die? Did he hold their dying bodies as they took their last breaths? Because if he didn't, then I have every right to believe they are still alive." He said. Patrick stayed quiet. "I don't exactly know what he saw, but it wasn't good." I said. Mikey slammed the door shut. We heard yelling from inside, then Ray stormed out of the house. "Do you think that was our fault?" Patrick asked. "No. It can't be." I said. "Pete, I think I just want to go home and get some sleep." He said. "Do you want to go back to my house?" I asked. "No. I need to think it over. Let it process. I want to be alone." He said. "Ok. Lets get you home."I said. We walked to his house in silence. "Don't do anything you might regret." I said as we walked up to his door. He didn't answer me. He just walked inside.

*a/n*

I'm sorry. I know. Joe and Andy are dead. I cry. Okz. Bye!