This chapter is dedicated to one of my best friends, Alex. She inspired a lot of this chapter. She is my warrior, and this is for her. <3
---Three Months Later---
"Good morning!" I woke up to Pete sitting on my bed with a cup of tea, just the way I liked it.
It's been three months since I've relapsed. I'm eating, keeping it down, and I don't even have any blades.
Pete started paying for therapy for me, and a gym membership. I've moved in with Patrick, and decorated my room just the way I liked it. Black walls, with posters of all my favorite bands, groups, and artists. Favorite movies, shows and books. Patrick and I haven't had time to discuss what happened that one night, I've talked to Pete and my therapist about it, but I've been afraid to bring it up.
"Good morning." I smiled and sat up grabbing the tea
"Today's the three month anniversary of you being clean, and I want to do something special for you." Pete smiled as I put my head on his shoulder, taking a sip of the tea
"Okay, what kind of thing?"
"That's for me to know, and you to find out."
"I hate you." I giggled standing up "What should I wear?"
Pete shrugged "Something short sleeved, or at least a jacket that you can take off"
"Okay, I'll wear my floral jeans, and a My Chemical Romance shirt with Patrick's maroon cardigan I stole last week." I giggled
"Speaking of Patrick, how're you feeling?"
"The same. I need to tell him, but I'm terrified."
"I really don't think you have any reason to be terrified."
"Pete, everyone I've ever fallen in love with, I'll tell them and they'll leave me. They say we'll be friends still, but they slowly start drifting away." I shrugged and changed my shirt "I'd rather have this kill me keeping it inside, than lose Patrick as a friend."
"I assure you, you will not lose Patrick. Even if I'm wrong, and he doesn't feel the same, you won't lose him. But I'm 99% sure that he feels the same about you."
I shrugged and finished changing,"I don't know."
"Knock knock" Patrick walked in "Morning boo" He smiled "And Roqy"
"Hello my darling." Pete smiled
"Woah, let's take it slow.." He laughed and hugged me "How're you today?"
"I'm doing good. I thought that the anniversary would scare me, or make me depressed, but I'm too strong to turn back now."
"Good! I'm so proud of you." He kissed my head "Anyways, I'm ready when you guy-" He paused "Is that my cardigan?"
"What? This old thing?" I scoffed "Nah, I've had it forever."
"You can keep it, I've got plenty." He smiled
"Thank you Pattycakes."
"You're welcome."
"Okay, I just have to do my make up and brush my teeth then we can go." I smiled and walked into the bathroom
about five minutes I came out, all ready to go
"Bring your sketch book with that tattoo design." Pete looked at me
"Okay..?" I grabbed it and put it in my purse confused
"Lettuce be on our way." Patrick stood up and put his arm out
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