Emo ass one shots

mistakes- no obvious fixes (Peterick)

Pete gasped, curling into a fetal position. He let out a choked sob, biting down on his lip to contain the pathetic sound. He could feel his heart ripping in half, his stomach kicking his diaphragm every time he took a breath. It was torture. But he deserved it. Patrick told him- Patrick told him to stop. But Patrick said weed was okay- why was weed bad now? Pete was trying, really hard, he thought it was enough. He let out another cry, voice cracking. He struggled for breath, tears streaming down his cheeks. He thought back over everything Patrick had said, trying to remember if there was anything he should've noticed. He didn't. He bit down on his hand, trying to shut himself up. Andy and Joe were downstairs, they didn't need to hear it from him. Patrick deserved to tell the story.
"I'm sorry." Pete breathed, barely making a sound beyond his ragged breathing. He didn't know why he said it. Patrick couldn't hear him- his phone number had been blocked. His phone had been thrown across the room. He clenched hisbhands into fists, and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to kid himself into dreaming this never happened. He didn't.