Your Attention Belongs to Me. (Fall Out Boy Fanfiction)

Your Attention Belongs to Me. (Patrick Stump Fanfiction)

P.O.V Third Person

Patrick walked into the studio at the wrong time.. The midst of a heated argument between his band mates. They've had slight disagreements once in awhile but this time was different. As soon as Patrick walked in he was asked his opinion of the fight's topic. Patrick wasn't entirely sure what to say and stammered out that he wasn't picking sides. Words were thrown at him like daggers. Coward, Spineless, Useless. Patrick had been used to insults but not from his best friends. It may not seem like such a dilemma to you but to the band in that moment this argument was everything. It enraged Patrick to be called such names when he knew he wasn't any of those things. He yelled a bit and then simply left, slamming the door of the studio behind him.

Patrick didn't know where to go, but he didn't care. The shouts of his band mates trailed away as soon as they had realized Patrick left. Patrick just wanted to get away from them for a bit; To calm down and eventually be ready to go apologize. This is how arguments always went. Patrick wasn't in the wrong and he knew this, yet he always felt a guilt and shame from storming out like that. He always felt the need to apologize. As Patrick contemplated this argument he realized how silly it was. He was ready to go back now.. but where was he? He'd never seen this part of town and it made him feel unsafe. Patrick had already been out for an hour and started to get very cold and scared as the darkness closed in and surrounded this new area. Patrick kept walking, the newly fallen snow crunching under his feet.. but as he looked around more he started to feel even more scared each step. Until eventually Patrick couldn't shake the feeling he was being followed. His breath shortened and his pace quickened, not daring to look behind him. He was just being silly. No one was behind him. No one was following him. Patrick heard footsteps behind him which made him stop dead in his tracks. It had to be the guys coming to find him. They must have followed him.

Patrick smiled and turned round. But once he saw it wasn't anyone he knew he gasped and fumbled for his phone. The stranger got closer and pushed Patrick, knocking his phone straight out of his hand. The stranger had now revealed his face. He was quite young looking. Late 20's at most. Dark brown hair which covered one of his eyes and a wide grin which showed he was not fooling around. He pushed Patrick to the ground, holding him down whilst the others got the escape vehicle. Patrick struggled for his phone which was only a few centimetres away from him.

He cried out for help, knowing that no one could. But that's what you do when you're scared. You do things you know won't work. You scream and you struggle even though no one will ever hear you. It's like falling into an endless pit. You can't do anything about it.

Yet Patrick tried. He finally got hold of his phone before another stranger, who was seemingly working with the man holding Patrick down, kicked it right out of his hands. This stranger was a girl. Probably the same age as the man. Long blue hair ran down her back and she held ropes in her hand. Handing them to the man who tied Patrick up. Patrick was now defenseless. He still had the power of his voice, he could still be heard. It was no use. Who was there to call? Patrick was alone.. again. 

*I hope you liked the usual introduction. First chapter will be up soon because I'm really in the mood to write right now. I'll be throwing in some other stories while writing this one too probably so I'll keep you updated!*