Disorder-Patrick Stump/Fall Out Boy FanFic

chapter two

Sky POV

I wake to someone shaking my leg.

"Sky, sweetie, we're here," It's my mother. I sit up with a yawn and notice that we're in the parking lot of Western State. I let out a sigh as I push my door open.

Duffle bag in hand, I walk to the door, tears in my eyes while looking down at the rock strewn ground. When I was younger and in my early teens, I was fascinated with rocks. I wanted to be a geologist. That then changed when I was 15. Now I work as a graphic designer in Seattle.

Well, I did work as one. Probably not anymore. They don't want a psycho who tried killing herself because of two voices in her head who she named Diana and Declan.

You're right. They don't want you. No one does.

Shut up, Declan.

With one last glance outside, I step inside Western State Hospital.

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What do people find so fascinating about floor tiles? Why do they put that much effort into making something look good, if thousands of feet are going to soon walk on it?

The floor tiles never change. The weather changes. Constantly. Just like some people's emotions.

That's what came into mind when my new roommates explained their conditions.

Severe Bipolar Disorder and Depression. 

Severe Depression and Anxiety.

Those are their disorders. Their names? 

Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz.

"So what did you guys do before you were in here and what made people send you here?" I asked them while playing with the hem of the hospital shirt that came with matching pants. I looked like a nurse. Everyone wore them though. They were a paleish blue color.

"We were actually in a band together. World famous," Pete said sounding sad.

"Oh really? What band?" I asked.

"Fall Out Boy," He replied. My jaw slacks a little as I realize who they are. Fall Out Boy is from Chicago though, so why are they here in Washington?

I'm pulled from my thoughts as Pete asks, "What about you?"

"Oh um I was a graphic designer in Seattle. I was born in Olympia though," I reply.

"So you're an artist huh?" Pete asks with a smirk.

"Yeah, I guess. How did you guys end up here, if you don't mind me asking?" I ask the black haired, former bassist of one of my favorite bands.

"Oh I don't mind. I have severe depression and anxiety, and I called my mom from a parking lot one day, crying because I had just swallowed a bunch of my anti-depressants, trying to kill myself. Patrick here though, his is a way different story," Pete explained. "What about you?"

"I have schizophrenia, severe depression and anxiety and anorexia. My neighbor found me barely breathing, wrists, legs and stomach all cut up, with my suicide note on my desk. I ended up swallowing all of my anti-depressants. Can I ask you something, Pete?"

"You just did," He replied with a smirk.

I shook my head, "Smartass. Anyways, does Patrick talk much?"

"Only if he's comfortable with you. Right now he only talks tome and his doctor." 

Don't even try Sky. It's not like he'll actually like you.

Yeah I mean who could like you? You tried to kill yourself.

Because of you, Diana. Besides, Patrick talks to Pete, and Pete attempted suicide too.

Yeah but Pete is more good looking than you.

Pete is loved by everyone.

You're loved by no one.

Just kill yourself already.

You have those razors you snuck in, in your bra.

Go to the bathroom.

You know you want to.

Just do it.

Cut your wrists and all over.

Leaving your neck for last.

"SHUT UP!" I yell. Pete comes over and wraps me in a hug, rubbing my back as I cry into his chest.

When I stop, I stand and excuse myself to the bathroom. I'm tired of Diana and Declan controlling my life.

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Hey! Guess who's sick today? Me. -.- I'd like to thank the person who gave this to me and put me through misery today!): But it snowed last night, very little. My friend sent me a video of something that a few teachers did at the assembly today and oml it was great. They all dressed up as Santa and did the dance to 'Jingle Bell Rock' just like it was in Mean Girls. OMG IT WAS HILARIOUS!!!! Okay thanks guys!

-Tera