"PATRICK! WAKE UP!" Pete shook his shoulders dramatically, desperately trying to wake his foster brother from the obvious nightmare he was trapped in.
Patrick bolted awake, eyes bloodshot red and screaming. He'd been screaming for the past 5 minutes, still trapped in his dream. Pete sat there, watching him slowly catch his breath.
"You okay Pat?"
"I-I-..." He stammered, reaching for his glasses on the bedstand. He quickly put them on and let his eyes adjust to the dimly lit scene of their bedroom.
Pete's Mom stumbled in through the door, then paused once she saw the two of them sitting on Patrick's bed. "Is everything okay boys?"
"Patty had a nightmare." Pete explained. "He was screaming and screaming so I woke him up like you do."
Patrick wiped his nose on his sleeve silently.
Pete's Mom sat down beside him. "Are you okay Patty?"
He just wrapped her in a silent hug. She looked worried as she gently stroked his hair.
"Do you wanna come and sleep in my bed tonight?"
"I-I'm o-okay." He whispered.
"I'll look after him Mom." Pete assured her.
"Alright..." She kissed the top of his head and pulled the blankets over him. "Sleep well boys."
"Night Mom."
When she left, Patrick whimpered slightly. "W-Will y-you s-stay P-Pete?"
"Stay? Yeah, I'm not going anywhere. I'll just be on my bunk, up there. See?" He pulled the sheet dividing their room down.
Patrick shuffled over on his bed and pulled the bedsheet down slightly, gesturing for Pete to get in.
"You want me to stay in your bed?"
"S-So the m-monsters d-don't come back."
Pete climbed in beside him, laying his head back on the pillow. "You're really warm Patty."
"O-Oh..."
"It's okay. It's good."
"P-Pete?"
"Yeah?"
"I d-don't want m-my Dad to c-come back."
"Why?"
"H-He was b-bad."
"How was he bad? Did he make you do lots of chores?"
"H-H-He c-called m-me bad names."
"Like what, meanie? I call Hillary meanie sometimes. She doesn't like it. But I only do it when she's being super duper mean."
"H-He used t-to call m-me s-slut. A-And whore. A-And f-fucking u-useless s-slut w-whore."
Pete didn't respond to that.
"Y-Your Mommy and D-Daddy are nicer than mine." He whispered.
"You can share them if you want." Pete offered. "They like you lots anyway."
"R-Really?"
Pete nodded. "Really."
// One entry for the art contest in already! All of the entries I get will go up in the book, so make sure to get them in before the 30th of April :).
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Troubled Soul || Fall Out Boy
Fanfiction"So why doesn't he go to school?" Andy asked. "I think he's just too weird." Pete replied. Pete's parents have a new kid. A weird kid. A kid who always looks likes he's going to cry and walks funny. A foster kid. Pete doesn't like him. Not at all.
