Fight for your life ( Fall out boy )

Chapter 1

Sequel to help!! Go look on my page and read that first one or else you will be very very VERY confused! Thanks for the support and votes<3 please comment!!

P.o.v Patrick

I stared at the note, re reading it a dozen times. I knew it was Ian, it had to be. Unless this is some sort of sick and demented joke. Life was going well!! The fans, the music, the support.... It'll all be ruined if Ian comes back!!

I felt an unexpected tear slip down my cheek, but I angrily swept it away. I crumbled the note and threw it back on the table, storming over to the bathroom and flicking on the lights. I took deep breaths, hyper ventilating, trying to stay calm when it seemed impossible.

I grit my teeth and looked into the mirror, looking back at myself. The number branded on my cheek still lay there, mocking me everyday. The bridge of my nose permanently crooked at an angle from being broken, my ear showing the scars from being burnt. I ripped my fedora off and whipped it across the bathroom, kicking the wall and letting out a scream of frustration, banging my fists against it as well, certainly wakening Elisa. I didn't want to, but I needed to just let SOMETHING out before I exploded.

Elisa rushed into the bathroom just as I was sinking down to the floor. "Patrick!! Baby what's wrong?? Did something happen at the studio? Talk to me..." She soothed, kneeling down and putting her hand on my back as I let out sobs.

"Read the note on the t-table. And call the police." I whispered, fixing my glasses that had been crooked. The police for the most part believed our story- after days of interrogation, doctors, lie detectors, etc. It was an exhausting experience convincing people you weren't crazy. It took a long time, but finally we texted and called Joseph and Adam as well. They sent pictures through text, and I think that's one of the things that won over the police's trust. The government was now involved, and the media went crazy with our story. Two years later, we still make headlines deriving from our misery.

Elisa came back in the bathroom, tears now streaming down her face. "It could be nothing. Lets get you to bed and we'll phone the police and pete and Andy tomorrow, ok?" She cooed gently, helping me up. I gave her a tight hug, kissing her passionately afterward.

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I lay awake in bed for hours, thinking about everything. Ian, joe who I missed terribly, the bad memories, the good memories before the disaster, and finally all the meds I was on to control my anxiety, insomnia, and depression. I was actually shocked to discover I hadn't transmitted some awful disease from the awful bastard, and I was more than grateful to be home.

Pete, Andy, and I had decided to make one more album as a way to say thank you and goodbye. We couldn't continue without joe, it was impossible. After what seemed like ages, I turned over and put my arm around my beautiful wife, kissing her cheek, falling into an unsettling slumber.

Hopefully you'll like the sequel as much as the original!! Love you guys, thanks<3