Please Stay... (A Pen Fanfic)

Part 19: Saving Pat

⚠️Trigger Warning (Again)⚠️
-Suicide

"PAT!" I scream, and run outside. My real dad kidnapped him. He could kill him. "PAT!" I scream again, "WE'RE COMING TO SAVE YOU!"

"Get in the car!" Amanda says to me, and I hop in the back seat. "Follow him!" I exclaim as she drives away, tears streaming down my face. Why did this have to happen to me!? My life is a mess... It would probably be better if I just ended it all. No! Pat needs me to save him. He could die. He loves me...

*TimeSkip*

We arrive at my dad's house. My real dad. I hope Pat's here... I hope he's ok... We get out of the car, and run up to the door. It's locked. Cloud is still in the car, so he doesn't get hurt. My dad opens the door.

"I see you've come to save Pat," he says, "if you hadn't run away, nothing would've happened to him." He smirks evilly.

"What did you do to him!" I scream.

"Nothing," he answers, "yet. I was waiting for you to arrive so you could watch."

"No!" I scream, "Don't touch him! I'll do anything!"

"It's too late," he says, then a door opens and I see Pat, tied up with rope in the corner of the room. He looks hurt.

"What did you do to him!" I yell.

"Well..." Dad says, "let's just say there's a 'machine' attached to him, and it's hurting him. That's all." He smirks again. I notice that Pat is crying in pain.

"Stop hurting him!" Matthias yells, and punches my dad in the face. He puts his hand over his bleeding nose, which is probably broken.

"Go!" Amanda yells, and I run over to Pat, untying him and ripping the machine off his back. Matthias is fighting my dad, and Amanda motions for me to follow her outside. I grab Pat's hand and follow her into the car. Shortly after, Matthias jumps into the passenger side, and Amanda speeds away.

*Lord TimeSkippy*

We arrive back at Matthias and Amanda's house. Me and Pat get out of the car and go into the house. Pat is holding Cloud. When we get inside, we sit down on the couch, and I hug him.

"I'm so glad you're ok!" I exclaim, hugging him tightly. He hugs me back.

"Stay away from my son!" Someone yells. It's Pat's mom. What's she doing here? His dad is here as well.

"Thank goodness you're ok!" His dad exclaims, prying me off of him, "Don't you dare touch our son ever again!"

"Mom..." Pat says, "Dad... What are you doing here?"

"Well..." Pat's mom says, "You see... We went to bail Frannie out of prison, and she tried to kill us! So they kept her in jail."

"She tried to kill Jen, too!" Pat exclaims.

"What a shame Jen didn't die," Pat's mom murmurs, shaking her head. Pat breaks away from his parents grip, and walks over to me, sitting next to me and putting his arm around me. I smile.

"Pat, get over here!" His dad yells at him, pulling him away from me again. I grip his hand tightly.

"No!" Pat screams, "I love her!" His parents are silent for a while.

"Excuse me!?" His mom exclaims.

"I said I love her." Pat repeats himself.

"No you don't," his mom replies, "You can't. She's worthless. Shes useless. And she deserves to die. Come on Pat, we're leaving." She grabs Pat harshly, hurting him. He winces in pain.

"Stop!" I exclaim. "You're hurting him!"

"The only one hurting him is you!!" She screams, pulling him from my grip. I watch as they drag him outside and drive him home...

My mind wanders, thinking about what she said. Worthless... Useless... Hurting him... Maybe I am? I run to the bathroom, and break down crying. I can't take it anymore. I just can't. I stare at myself in the mirror. Tears cover my cheeks. I'm just a mess. I stare at the scars on my arms. They just make me look even more ugly. I can't do this anymore. My fight is over. I should have done this years ago... I grab a razor from bathroom cabinet, and remove the blade. I can't do much with it, but I can do enough. I pull back my neck brace and drag the cool blade against the exposed skin, wincing in pain. I push it deeper, and tears of pain stream down my cheeks. I ignore them, and keep creating new cuts on my neck.

Worthless... Loser... Useless... Hurting him...

Her words swirl around in my mind as I cut. Then I drag it across my stomach. Blood seeps through my shirt. My mind wanders. If Pat was here, would he have stopped me? I fall to the ground, hugging my knees to my chest, crying even harder. Why is my life such a mess... The last thing I remember is Amanda screaming my name before I black out......

*Small Timeskip*

I wake up, back in a hospital. There's one thought in my mind – where's Pat?

"Where's Pat!" I yell, crying, "I need him here! Please, bring him here, please!" There's a nurse standing at my bedside.

"Sorry, but we can't let anyone in right now," she tells me, "they could have something that you could use to hurt yourself."

"P....P....Pat..." I stammer, "Please call him, please. I need to talk to him... I need him here!"

"Look," she says, "I'll let you call him." She hands me a phone, and I slowly type in his number. After a few rings, it goes to voicemail.

Wassup doods it's Pat! Leave a message bro, I'm busy now!

I laugh a little.

Pat? It's me, Jen. Listen, I tried to kill myself again. I'm so sorry... I really am... What your mom said really got to me... They said no visitors but I need you here... Please......

I start crying harder, drowning myself in tears. The nurse takes the phone from my hands. "It's ok sweetie," she says, "it's ok." She puts her arm around me and pats my back. I close my eyes. I just wish I was dead....

A/N
Hey guys! I'm sorry to say that this story's coming to an end. Unless someone has an amazing idea that I can turn into a few chapters, I'm probably gonna start writing the ending soon. Also I feel like my writing quality has kinda been going down, but idk.
Peace ✌👌