Insanity [Patrick Stump Fanfiction]

XII

[Patrick's POV]

Trees everywhere. I couldn't see where I was going and I was surrounded by trees. I relied on Jordan to lead me out safely.

I tripped on a root. I stumbled but didn't fall because Jordan caught my arm. She scolded me like a child and told me to walk quietly and gracefully because of the fear of being spotted that we both had. Two things I'm pretty terrible at. It was around 9:00 at night and the sky was already pitch black. The only light either of us had to guide us was the light of the stars and the moon.

"Okay," Jordan stopped walking to face me. "We probably have around an hour before they come looking for us." Shadows danced across her face.

"We should keep moving," I mumbled. Jordan nodded took the lead. I followed her because I had no idea where we were.

There's something about being in the dark woods in the middle of nowhere where the only sound was the occasional car driving by or the screech of a bird that freaked me out a little. I was just thankful I wasn't alone.

Every strange sound forced us to stop and reassess our surroundings to make sure we were still alone. Even the slight crackle of a stick stepped on by a squirrel.

They called this place Suicide Forest because 2 former patients hanged themselves in these woods. One was actually a friend of mine. Johnny was what he called himself. After that, I never fully trusted anyone to uphold my friendship so I distanced myself from people, that is until I met Jordan. Johnny forgot who he was constantly. One day, he got so fed up with forgetting he decided to end his own life. Someone claimed he'd dangled from a rope for a week before staff eventually found him in the woods. That was only a rumor though. Ever since that incident, I've been terrified of coming out here alone.

It took a while but we ended up getting to a mellow street at the end of the driveway. Jordan flagged down a car who ended up happily driving us to the police station.

When we got there, Jordan did all the talking. She's an intelligent, independent, dependable young woman and I admired her for that. She's strong. Jordan got me through that. Without her, I probably would've joined Johnny. Okay, maybe not that extreme.

"Hi," Jordan started. "I'd like to report inhumane acts happening over at Crest Ridge mental institution. I worked there but then the manager started to treat me like a patient so I busted out earlier tonight and I want that place shut the hell down!" Her voice was almost as shaky as her hands. I gained the ability to see her tremble in front of me now that we were accompanied by lights.

"Calm down, ma'am," the officer mumbled as he typed into his computer.

"Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down when Patrick was almost killed multiple times on a weekly basis?" Jordan was freaking out. I put an unsteady hand on her shoulder in hopes to relax her a little.

"Look miss, if you two are truly runaways from a mental health institution, I'm going to have to call the place and send you back there. It's not safe for you two to be out and about. It isn't safe for you or the public."

"No please! Sir don't do this! It's a toxic environment in there!" Jordan begged. Tears streamed freely down her face. I pulled her into a hug which she gratefully accepted. She rested a hand on my chest and the other around my shoulders. I kissed the top of her hair gently and rested my chin on her head. I cocooned her protectively in my embrace and tried to comfort her all at once.

The officer talked on the phone, who my guess was, with Maria. "Yeah, I'll keep them here, waiting for you." Pause. "Okay, thank you." The officer hung up the phone. "Ms Maria is on her way to pick you up." So it was Maria. "She said it'll be about 15 to 30 minutes."

I nodded solemnly. It was my turn to lead Jordan to an area that resembled a dentist waiting room. She collapsed into a chair, distressed cries racking her body. I sat next to her and pulled her closer to me so she was resting against my shoulder. I planted another kiss on the top of her head. I didn't know what else to do besides hold her and try to make her feel safe.

"Jordan look at me," I demanded gently. When she did, I caressed her cheek with my hand. "We'll get out of here. I promise you." I honestly didn't know what would happen.

Jordan smiled and wiped away her tears. She gripped my face with both hands and rested her forehead on mine. "Thank you," she whispered before planting a kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes. I wanted the only sensation I felt to be Jordan pressed against me. She pulled away and I wanted so badly to throw myself at her but I resisted.

"He's staring," Jordan said glancing quickly to the officer with a dopey grin.

"He's jealous," I shrugged.

The door swung open with brute force, ringing the chimes. "Patrick? Jordan?"

"Hi, Maria," Jordan sighed. She sounded defeated, almost like she'd given up. "I bet things weren't as crazy around here when you were in charge, huh Patrick?" Jordan joked with a sad smile.

"When Patrick was in charge?" Maria puzzled. "What are you going on about, Jordan?"

"Patrick said he owned the place before you took over," Jordan explained. Maria looks confused. I decided not to butt in.

"So Patrick is to blame for these 'inhumane' conditions?" The officer blurted. He looked just as confused as Maria.

"Wait a second. He told you what?" Maria ignored the officer completely. "Yeah, the conditions aren't ideal and all of that but he's been a patient here for over six years. He has Dissociative Identity Disorder! We've tried therapy and medications galore! Name it and we've tried it. We went back a few centuries because of how well appraised shock therapy was back then. I've been trying my hardest to get him out of here. I still haven't given up on him," Maria concluded.

Jordan stared me down in disbelief. "Well my covers blown, now isn't it?" I laughed. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a knife I stole from the Crest Ridge kitchen while making my rounds. I flipped it around in my hands. "I'm sorry, honey, but I only used you to escape that shit hole. Thanks for getting me out by the way!"

My knife slipped easily between the ribs of the police officer. His face contorted to a mix of shock and horror before the life drained from his eyes and he slumped over the front desk. I tried to stab Maria in the same spot next but my aim slipped and I ended up stabbing her in the shoulder. I twisted the knife around in her flesh with a devilish smirk. "Thanks for nothing, bitch," I mumbled while Maria dropped to her knees.

"Jordan I want to personally thank you!" I grinned. "You get to live with me now. I don't want to kill you but I will if I have to. Come with me and we can be alone together forever! Funny thing is, you have no choice."

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Jordan lives in my basement. She's tied to the wall and will be until she dies. I'm in no hurry for her to die, though. I just like the company.

You may call me a psychopath or crazy. You may try to fix me. Thing is, there's no cure for insanity.