Patrick's body was fully covered in blood, and completely lifeless.
Pete looked down at the mess he made and started crying.
"Now I'll have no one to suck my dick..." he whimpered.
He looked around the room, sirens were blaring in the distance, his mind only hearing white noise.
He started to realize what he had done, and he couldn't help but to question why he was like this.
pete, wake up! it's time to open christmas presents! his little brother told him one morning.
Pete got up and went down stairs to open his presents.
he opened the smallest box first, it was a pocket knife.
two days later, he killed 20 birds with nothing but his pocket knife.
two years later, he killed his family in less than 20 minutes.
Pete remembered this memory and started crying harder.
he couldn't help but to stab himself, so he did exactly that, straight through his heart.
he felt the pain, and then he died before the cops could get him.
he didn't care though.
his soul wasn't lifted up like Patrick's though, it just got dragged down and it felt like that for years and years.
Pete was even too sinful for hell. so he was locked in an eternity of falling to no where.
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Asylum»Peterick
FanfictionPeterick. Pete was an 18 year old at an asylum in 1945. Patrick was Pete's personal care taker. Pete was said to be a murderous monster, but he didn't show that at all. Was Patrick falling for a patient?
