The Golden Rule || Patrick Stump fanfic

Chapter 5: Last Years Wishes

---Patrick---

I opened the drawer that was full of the weapons of her self destruction. My hand shook as I slowly pulled at the cold metal handle, revealing a drawer full of paper. Plain paper with some doodles on them. Real good drawings. One here was of Jack Barakat, All Time Low, and it looked just like him. I pulled the papers out and set them on to the surface of the desk. Right at the very back was a small box, looking like it was originally meant for a ring or something. I shook it and heard small metal clinks. This was it.

I turned to Electra. She sat cross-legged on the bed, blanket still draped around her, looking at me sadly. Her eyes were red and her makeup stained her face black. She held her hands together, linked with her index fingers.

"This it?" I asked her, holding the black box up. She nodded slowly, her hair falling into her face. "And is this all?"

Pushing her hair back, she shook her head no. There were more. Why did she need more? Surely one was enough... Even though she shouldn't do it anyway.

I walked over to her and looked down at her. "Where are the others?"

Electra rubbed her face, spreading the faded black eyeliner that streamed down her face. She stood up, pushing me aside slightly. Picking up her clothes and putting them back on. She took my hand and lead me to the wooden wardrobe that was in the corner. She bent down and grabbed a small shoe box from underneath. She put it back on the bed and opened it.

Oh my god.

What was in the box was something I really wasn't expecting.

The box was lined with a thin paper-like material, which was stained a dark red. Little bundles of bandages and band aids and whatever else you needed to treat a wound was in there. There was a few pieces of a black material, also stained dark red, which were wrapped around stuff. Electra picked one of these up and slowly unwrapped it. There was a blade, probably belonging to a knife, wrapped in the material. The blade was spotless, no blood stains. Had she even used this one?

"This is the one I use most, well, out of the things in this box. I use this on my legs..." She said in a small voice.

Oh my god. Who would ever think that such a quiet and beautiful girl would ever do anything so obscene to herself.

Her hands shook as she wrapped the little blade up and returning it to the box. She slid the box under the wardrobe again.

I still had the other little ring box in my hand. When she came back to the bed, I handed it to her. She looked down at it, her hands still trembling.

"These, in here, are the ones I use most..." She said quietly.

"I haven't done it in about two weeks but the scars will be there forever. Everyone's gonna call me a freak in summer! I'm obviously gonna wear shorts and whatever and there's going to be those hideous scars there." Electra flustered, tears forming in her eyes again.

"Hey, hey... No ones gonna call you a freak. Alright? Those scars are good to be there. The reason why they got there isn't so good, but the scars are. They show how strong you've been. How strong you are. No one can take that away from you." I consoled, putting my arm around her.

She put her head into my lap, crying quietly. It was all okay now. I'm going to stop her from doing anything bad to herself and anyone doing anything bad to her.

"I..." Electra mumbled from my lap. She said something other than 'I' but I couldn't make out what.

"What?" I asked.

She lifted her head up, smiled and leaned into my ear. "I. Love. You." She whispered.

Oh.

She loves me. She loves me... Do I love her? I really don't know... I can't say that I do... It's hard to say I do when I don't... Hey, that's a cool line for a song... No but, I don't know whether I love her. Be quick Patrick. Don't leave her hanging there, waiting for 'I love you' back. Think...