Patrick
May 6th
I jerk violently awake by my phone buzzing and 'umbrella' by Rihanna playing. I reach around until I find my phone on my bed and answer it. I sit up and put the phone to my ear.
"Hey, Patrick. How are you?"
I groan, "I'm fine, Gee."
"Why didn't you go yesterday?"
I groan again, louder this time. I rub my eyes and turn on my light.
"Why the fuck do you think?"
He sighs, "I know, I'm sorry."
I mutter an 'it's fine.'
"I'm also sorry that Frank and I couldn't come over Wednesday. We had detention."
"Dallon told me—why were you in detention anyway?"
Gerard laughs, "oh god, you have no idea."
"Okay..."
"Deal lord, I can't make this shit up; Halsey and some of her guards—who I've learned are Brent Wilson and Mark Hoppus—were bullying the shit out of some freshman Soul Punks, and, oh Patrick. Man, did we show those Hopeless Fountainers who runs this school!" Gerard chuckles.
I crack a smile, "good for you. Hey, um, how are common folk handling Pete's...um..." I hold in tears, "Yeah, and my absence?"
Gerard breathes in heavy, "Young Bloods are heartbroken. They have actually sort of, thankfully, adopted Dallon as the new king and Brendon as his 'maiden' though. For you, people are more so worry; for your mental health and just general dealing-with-death sort of thing. People really started to realize how much the kingdom were starting to get along, it's a real shame Pete's gone."
I cringe, "how can you just say that with no remorse or pain?"
"I don't know, Patrick..." he's silent for a moment, "there's just been a lot of death in my life."
Oh.
Right.
I forgot about that.
"I'm sorry."
I feel...selfish.
"Don't be. I'm alright, and also more worried about you. How are you holding up?"
I look at my surroundings real quick. Messy, food on the floor, dirty clothes and the stench of disgusting, unshowered human.
"Not the best."
"Well, that's not good...I'm assuming you've read your letter..?"
He says it more as a question.
"No."
"Oh. Well, you should...Frank's and mine was nice—just basic goodbye type things. He wrote some stuff he liked and didn't like, and how he appreciated us. He wrote to look after you the closest."
"Yeah," I growl, "Yeah..." I say softer.
"Well, I just wanted to check in. Have a good day, Pattycakes. Text me if you want to do anything today, and read that letter. Also do me a favor and just try to go to school tomorrow. You don't have to stay all day, just please try."
"I will..."
I can feel his sad smile through the phone, "feel better, Patty. I'll see you tomorrow hopefully."
"Bye, GeeBear."
"Bye, Patty."
He hangs up the phone and I flip back onto my bed. Sighing, I look at the time.
8:37 am.
In what world is Gerard up this early?
Whatever.
I climb off my bed and walk over to my desk. The envelope is just staring at me. Before I can regret it, ten minutes after I woke up, I grab it and rip it open. I close my eyes.
And it just sits on my desk.
Give me a minute.
I open my eyes.
Two pages I count, big writing.
Writing on only the front of each page.
As I glance over it, I notice the various cartoonish drawings around some words. It's all in black pen, but it's amazing.
