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//(Mention of suicide/self-harm)//

"Thanks for the memories"
Patrick stared at the message he just received on his phone. His heart started racing. Not even a minute he found himself running out of the house and down the street. Not caring about the people he bumped into. Not caring about the door being left wide open. Not caring about him wearing no jacket even know it was awfully cold. He soon arrived at a small flat and hit the doorbell repeatedly. A friendly-looking , middle aged women opened. "Oh hello Patrick! Pete is upstairs. Should i call him for you?"
Patrick didn't even listen and pushed himself past Pete's mother . He ran upstairs as fast as he could and threw himself against the bathroom door. It was locked."PETE!" Patrick slammed his fists against the wood. "Pete! For the love of god , please open the door! It's me Patrick! Please just open the damn door! "
No sound came out of the room, but Patrick knew exactly that Pete was in there. Pete's mom quickly ran up the stairs and looked at Patrick with a shocked expression. " What's wrong Patrick? Why are you screaming?"
Patrick turned to her. Tears streaming down his face. "He's cutting!" he cried, " He's CUTTING!"

Pete's mom threw herself against the door several times until it finally opened. Patrick would never forget what he saw. The picture slowly started fading to black. All the sound slowly muted. Was he dead? Was Pete dead?He felt hands slowly grabbing his neck."It should have been you instead." a strange voice whispered. Patrick tried to run. He gasped for air when the stranger tightened his grip.He felt himself falling before sudden pain went trough his entire body.

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