Scars And Stories

Chapter 2

Patrick hung his head low, staring at the plate. His damp hair dripped down his face and onto the table, making a sound that echoed in his head, soon becoming the only sound that he could hear, the voices of the people talking around him muffled. He suddenly felt an arm on his back, the hand gripping his shoulder, it brought him back from one of the numerous daze he's fallen into. He shot his head up, his face marked with fear, but all his muscles relaxed when he saw that the person sitting next to him was Isaac.

"Are you okay?" Isaac looked down at him, worry in his eyes.

Patrick looked back down at his plate and muttered a yes.

Joe (Trohman), who was standing in front of him with Dave and Ben, spoke up, "You slept in again?"

Patrick nodded his head slowly, still looking down and heaving a shaky sigh. Isaac, who still had his arm on Patrick, squeezed his shoulder a little tighter, causing Patrick's breath to hitch and his eyes to shut in pain. Isaac muttered an apology and took his arm away.

Since Patrick arrived with the other guys in the prison, he hasn't been the same. During the first few months, he was mostly angry at himself for not finding the files and ending the Syndicate, or for joining the Blue Birds. Then he gave up on regretting the things that he has done or he could have done, and instead gave up on everything as he realized that he would never come out of this prison. He was the number one enemy of the Syndicate, and he was just lucky that they didn't finish him off that night.

"Patrick," Ben called. The dirty blonde kept his gaze on his plate. "You should eat something. You barely eat anymore."

"I'm not hungry," He muttered, pushing the plate to the side.

"Please," Joe said softly, "I know things are hard, but..." He looked away for a second, thinking about what he was going to say, "...it's gonna get better."

"It's never gonna get better," Patrick grumbled under his breath.

Joe rolled his eyes and sighed. "You don't know that."

"Of course I fucking do!" He shot his head up at his friend. "We're not just some random people they locked up, Joe. We're their worst enemies. We're never gonna leave this place."

"They could have killed us, but they didn't. We still have a chance to stop them," Joe retorted.

Patrick looked down at his lap. He brought his hands up to his hair and rested his elbow on the table. "Stop being so ignorant."

Joe glared at him.

"The only reason they're keeping us alive is because we know things they don't." He kept his gaze down and whispered, "Especially about the Blue Birds."

Isaac brought his index finger up to his lips and shushed him, him and the other guys' eyes wide. "Don't say their name," He warned through gritted teeth.

Patrick brought his gaze up and looked around at the guards with his eyebrows knit together. He returned his attention to his friends. "They didn't hear me. And what if they heard me, huh?" He raised his voice. "I'd prefer to be tortured to death by them than stay another day in this hellhole!" He exclaimed out of anger.

"Patrick," Dave said, "Your eyes."

"Oh no," Patrick muttered and covered his eyes. A glowing yellow ring was around his pupils. "Stop, stop, stop," He repeated as he felt the effect of the Novocaine building up inside of him. He started shaking slightly as he tried to stop it, his hands tangled in his hair.

"Calm down. It's gonna be okay. You can control it." Isaac said as he took his friend in his arms.

Patrick shook his head. "I can't."

Isaac placed his hands on each sides of Patrick's face and made him look at him. Looking into the big yellow and scared eyes of the dirty blonde, he told him, "You can. You've already done it so many times before." Isaac glanced over Patrick's shoulder and noticed two guards looking over to them.

Isaac took his hands away from Patrick's face as the guard started to approach them. "He's coming," He whispered.

"No." Patrick shot his head up, fear spread across his face and tears forming in his eyes. He looked down at his lap, closed his eyes and muttered "no" over and over again.

The guard arrived and put his hand on Patrick's shoulder, making him jump.

Patrick reluctantly turned around to face the guard and opened his eyes that instantly turned back to their original color.

"Someone's here to see you." The guard announced and grabbed Patrick's upper arms, lifting him up on his feet and leading him out of the cafeteria.

They walked through the many corridors of the prison until they reached the place where they allowed visits. He sat him on a chair in front of a piece of plexiglas, separating him from the visitor. Patrick kept his gaze down, too nervous to look up at the person standing in front of him, even though he already know who it was. Tears formed in his eyes as he played with his hands nervously.

"Patrick," A soft voice called his name, coming from the phone attached to the metal board separating his booth from the others. Patrick placed a hand on the table, tapping it while thinking whether or not he should pick up the phone. After a few seconds, he picked the phone and brought it to his ear, keeping his gaze down. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he looked up to see his fiancé, you, sitting in front of him. Tears wavered in your eyes as well. "I missed you so much," You croaked out.

Patrick looked away, tears blurring his vision. He shook his head then looked at you again, "I missed you too. I love you."