[ON HOLD] Now You're Gone - Fall Out Boy fanfiction

Chapter 11 - Everlong (Foo Fighters)

After my appointment from the previous day, I had been shown to an isolated room where I would stay. It was number 666 and I was kinda creeped out. Coincidence, right? I wanted to leave this room for another one but I was told that in the night, things happen. I was told that I should lock the door and not come out until the morning. After I was told that, I didn't want to leave. I was too scared to even look through the glass in the door.

In the middle of the night, I was woken up by a loud shattering noise. It echoed through the hallways and I bolted up into a sitting position. I listened carefully for any noise, hearing the lightest of footsteps in the corridor and a couple of soft bangs. They started getting closer until they stopped in front of my door. I could see their shadow through the gap underneath the door and my heart accelerated quickly. The door handle began to rattle and the door creaked under the pressure of the person on the other side of it. It started to get worse and I was so terrified that I buried my head in my pillow and tears streamed down my face. I looked up nervously, seeing no one, not even the shadow, outside my door. It was probably just my mind playing tricks on me. Hopefully. I rubbed my eyes tiredly and rolled over onto my side, before running a hand through my hair and drifting off to a peaceful sleep. Haha, no that was never going to happen.

My eyes fluttered open and took in the room that I was currently staying in. In the psychiatrists. It was dark and felt very uncomfortable, almost like someone was watching me...... I shrugged it off and decided to get dressed, seeing as I hadn't changed in about 2 days. I had only been with Fall Out Boy for 6 days, but they were the best 6 days of my life and I couldn't ask for any better than that. Thinking about when the boys were coming to get me (hopefully), I was expecting to see Patrick, my best friend and father. I wonder why he didn't come to see me off yesterday? It was too upsetting? I didn't have a clue. I hope he still liked me. What're you even saying, Leah?! Gosh, I need to get out of my head. To occupy myself, I started to look around for my clothes but soon began to realise that I hadn't actually brought anything with me from home. Why did I not bring anything?! Well, there's that idea gone. I searched the room for something that could fill up my time but failed horribly. There was a knock on the door and I answered it quickly, just a fast turn of the key where it was still in the lock. The doctor, which by now I learnt her name is Dr. Priestley, waltzed in and took a seat on my bed. She scanned through her clip board probably full of patients and trailed her finger down it. "Ah." She said, her finger stopping on a name, "You have another appointment, Leah! And there's someone here to help you through it! But it'll be a bit trickier than yesterday's......"
I walked over to the door and waited in the doorway for her. She then stood up and walked past me, leading me to my psychology room. I must ask her about last night, I can't just leave it the way it was.

As I walked into the all too familiar room, I was surprised to see that the furniture was set out differently. It was set in a circle in the middle of the foo and there were two chairs instead of one. She did say that there'd be someone else joining us, but it wasn't like I wanted whoever it was there. I reluctantly walked over to the couch and rested my head on the arm of it. The doctor closed the door and took her notebook which was sitting on the glass counter. She held a mug in her hand and sat down, scribbling things down in the little jotter. I watched her as she spoke into the recorder that had appeared from nowhere, "Patient - Miss Leah Elizabeth Narges Stump, age 12, at 07:21." She sipped at her drink and put her notebook down, turning her attention to me. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door which made her jump, spilling coffee on the carpet.
"Should I get it?" I offered, giving her a small smile,
"No, you stay here." She said with a stern expression on her face,
"Okay." I replied, feeling small in her presence.
She got up after muttering something irritatedly and crossed the room, opening the door as she got there. My jaw dropped as I looked around the doctor to see the figure in the hallway. "Thank you for coming." She said sweetly, stepping to the side for him to come in. I gaped at the person who had now entered the room. It was Patrick! He had come for me!