Madness of Two ~ a Peterick AU

ten

~more triggery things. Again, thanks for reading. Here's the final chapter!~

Patrick entered the canteen for lunch beside Pete, immeasurably happy; just as he had been for the last few days. He had spent as much time as possible with Pete, the boy he loved, who seemed to be recovered from the overdose incident.

A warm glow filled Patrick whenever he saw Pete, even if he'd been looking a little washed out since the incident. Patrick hoped he was good enough for him. He'd been getting skinnier and skinnier recently, and was so proud of himself - Pete hadn't commented, but he'd had a lot going on recently.
Ten more pounds, and he was sure Pete would say something.

Patrick grabbed an apple from his bag for lunch and sat in the middle of the busy room, opposite Pete. He began to chat happily, but his heart sank when he realised Pete was being quiet, not responding or smiling.

"Pete? Baby? Are you okay?" Patrick worried.

Pete was fed up with himself and with everyone else, Patrick most of all.

He wondered if this lack of feelings made him a sociopath.
He decided it must do.

He'd brought the gun to school today. It was surprisingly easy to sneak in.

"Patrick." Pete said. "You never shut up, you know that?"
Patrick stopped cold, with a hurt expression.

"Oh, uh... I'll try talk less, baby. What do you want to say?"

"No. Just shut up. Stop being so... happy. So clingy."

"You want me to stop being... happy?"

"Well, I just don't know if you deserve to be so fucking happy. You're the one who drove me to try to kill myself." He said it so calmly.

"Baby." Tears were filling Patrick's eyes. "You know how sorry I am, I didn't mean -"

"You didn't mean what?!" Pete yelled. "You didn't mean to stand by every day while your friends beat me up, tortured me? You didn't mean to stand by and watch my life slowly go to shit? You didn't mean to get me to turn to drugs?"

Patrick was crying by now.

"Well, fuck you, Patrick Stump."

Pete thought he felt something. Anger. It was seeping through the cracks in his heart.

He pulled out the gun.

Screams came from every side as everyone around them saw the gun and scrambled away, knocking over chairs, yelling, screeching.

"Shut UP!!" Pete yelled, waving the gun. "You stupid FUCKING kids, you stood by and watched me in pain too! You think I didn't see you laughing behind my back? You think that this isn't your fault? Well, let me tell you something. Whatever happens now, is all because of you!"
He screamed to the room. He brandished the gun in a circle, standing and knocking his chair over. Kids cowered against walls, under tables.

The cold, dead weight of the gun in his hands gave him a feeling of safety. No-one could bully him now. He held their lives in his hands.

The only person who didn't move was Patrick. His face was empty of all colour and he stared at the crazy boy in front of him with sadness like no other in his tear-filled eyes.

"Fuck you, Patrick Stump." Pete's voice wavered and cracked as he pointed the gun and squeezed the trigger.

BANG!

Blood pooled on the ground below the boy Pete once loved. And, despite the tears streaking Pete's flushed face, the only thing he felt was pure, burning anger.

No, he wasn't a sociopath. He was a psychopath.