Insanity [Patrick Stump Fanfiction]

IX

I bet everything that they're going to treat me like they treat Patrick. They'll probably start treating me worse than the ground they walk on. Like crap. Unless we escape before they get the chance. I've seen what the staff here are capable of and I don't want to be thrown inside of their screwy system.

"We need to find a way out," I mumbled to Patrick as I pulled up a chair next to his. I slouched down and folded my arms over my chest with a heavy, defeated sigh. Patrick nodded as he sat with perfect posture. He stared out the front window, poised. I felt inclined to keep up a conversation but I just let it drop.

"Hey," he said, catching my attention once again, "I'm sorry you got stuck in this shit hole."

"It's not your fault, Patrick. It's mine. I was the one snooping around which you didn't have anything to do with." My voice was harsh with a hint of regret. Patrick hadn't angered me. What angered me was the fact that he blamed himself when he had no right to. Patrick shifted uncomfortably because of my words. "I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to come out like that," I muttered. "I just really don't wanna be here."

My friend looked over at me, wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulders, and pulled me tighter against his side. My head rested on his shoulder and I let out a content sigh. "Don't worry. We'll get out of here," Patrick smiled. His hand traced circles against my upper arm. I took a deep breath and tried to slow my rapid heartbeat. It wasn't working, the pounding continued. I was nervous about getting caught plotting my escape. I don't want to be on higher up on Maria's kill-list than I already am.

"Hey,"I whispered. "I have an idea."

Patrick kept staring out the window, as he replied, "What's your idea?"

"Okay so tomorrow is movie night, right? So we sneak out of the screening room where Maria and her friends are-"

Patrick cut me off. "What if we get caught?"

"How much would you risk to get out of here?" I asked. Patrick turned to me with a nervous look on his face. He ran his free hand through his sandy colored hair anxiously.

I felt a new hand rest on my shoulder. "Aww! Aren't you guys just adorable!" Patrick's grip around me tightened around my shoulders and he looked scared.

"What do you want?" I grunted.

Firmly, Maria squeezed my shoulder. "Just making my rounds. You guys were next on my list. Honestly though, Jordan, it's nice to see you're making friends here. I mean that sincerely. It's just sad that you're in here and it had to be Patrick."

I wanted to straight up punch her in the face. I also wanted to rip off her stupid false eyelashes and shove them down her throat along with her fake nails.

"But that's none of my business," Maria smiled with a bitter-sweet edge to her voice.

When Maria left I turned to Patrick. "We are definitely getting out of here," I grunted. Patrick nodded and rested his head on the top of mine.