Poisioned Youth (Peterick Fanfic)

3: The Kids Arent Alright

Patrick's POV

Running from my high school to my therapist's office may have not been the best decision I ever made, since I wasn't exactly athletic. But, I couldn't let Pete, I mean Dr. Wentz, see my songs.

I had had anxiety all night and day, thinking about what he could've been thinking. Was he searching up mental institution for me? Was he signing a piece of paper that allowed me the strongest dosage of drugs ever? Hell if I knew.

By the time I reached the office, I was sweaty and out of breath. Taking a few puffs from my inhaler, I waited till I had calmed down before entering the building.

"I need to see Dr. Wentz, immediately," I said, going over to the receptionist.

"Dr. Wentz is out today, sweetie. Would you like me to leave a message?" She asked nicely.

"No, I need him to come in. Now." My anxiety was through the roof.

"I can leave a message, and that's about all I'm allowed. I'm sorry," she gave me a sympathetic look.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Turning, I left and trudged all the way home. Andy greeted me with a string of offensive words that followed me all the way to my room. After he had finished for the time being, I blasted heavy metal music and drowned my sorrows in the stash of vodka I kept beneath my bed. Andy was a big drinker, and his fathead didn't even realize I had taken two bottles of vodka, three bottle  of whiskey, and one moonshine just this month. I had polished off the first vodka last week, and I thought tonight called for a celebration of popping open the other one.

"Patrick, you stupid, stupid fool," I muttered to myself, ignoring the pain as I downed a mouthful of liquor. I was so accustomed to the pain. Drinking was my way of stopping the razors from marking on my skin.

Maybe someday I'll be happy,  I laughed the thought away by downing another mouthful.

***

The week drug on before Thursday finally approached. My mother dropped me off 5 minutes before my appointment, but Dr. Wentz was already ready for me.

When I walked in, he was quiet. His eyebrows were scrunched together in concentration, and his eyes were focus on the coffee mug in front of him. I slowly took my seat across from him and swallowed hard.

"Dr. Wentz-"

"Patrick, do you wish to die?" His sudden question threw me off, but I knew my answer already.

"It was never my intention to let you read that. I was just playing around with words, I wasn't-"

"Patrick," he looked up at me, and I stared back at him, "is it your intention to ... off yourself in the future?"

"Yes sir," I whispered finally.

His hands hid his face and he rested his elbows on his bent knees. We sat in silence for a long time before he spoke again.

"I've looked at some hospitals for you, and-"

"No, sir, please don't send me away." I cut him off, my heart speeding up.

"Patrick-"

"You can't, please."

We had a stare-off for awhile before he finally sighed. "I'll make you a deal. You won't be sent away, if I am able to clearly detect improvement in you." He stared at me, challenging me to refuse.

"You will see change, I promise." I nodded.

He nodded and leaned back, "Alright, then let's get down to business."

***
As the Thursdays went on, I felt myself improving. My moods were better, even if my home and school life weren't. I was still verbally abused by Andy, and physically abused by Brendon and his gang. But, it was almost as if I wasn't letting that consume my whole life. Dr. Wentz had a charm and killer personality that made me fall for him a little more each day, too.

I was sure my life was getting better, and then it was like Life slapped my face and laughed at me, all the while saying, "Nice try, Patrick, but better luck next time."

A/N: surprise, surprise. Not only did I update 'Irresistible' but i ALSO updated this one. :))))))