Patrick Hockstetter

This Is It.

*Y/N'S P.O.V.*

It had been 4 days since Patrick had gone missing, as soon as the posters were printed, I went out with the others and posted them everywhere.  Places where we knew people wouldn't go, we made sure that we put them there.  Today was the day that the police were starting the search inside of the Barrens.  They had gone to see Patrick's parents and according to Henry, they didn't seem that phased that he had gone missing.  I had cried most days, some times switching between Richie and Henry.  I had told my parents about what had happened, they didn't understand how he could have just gone missing, neither can I to be honest.  

We were all sat around a camp fire in my back garden, telling funny stories about Patrick...  Trying to lighten the mood I think, it was good.  I felt better.

"So he tried to push me in the lake right, but I had a hold of him so when I fell, he came in with me.  I swear he was so pissed, he could have drowned me there and then if it wasn't for Belch pulling him off me."  Henry grinned at the memory, causing us all to let out a laugh.  

A few seconds had passed and the laughter had died down and everyone was quiet once again.

"We were going to go on a road trip.  I don't know where, but, he was going to take the truck with a bunch of duvets and pillows and the plan was to lay under the stars and sleep in shitty motels and listen to good music.  He was so happy, all his idea of course.  Man, you should have seen his face when I agreed, he looked like a little boy on Christmas day...  He didn't say anything, nothing except for 'I love you' and all I said was 'Of course you do.'"  I smiled and Beverly pulled me in to a hug.

We decided to order a couple of pizzas and I went inside the house to make some hot chocolate.

"The search will be over soon, Y/N."  Richie helped me, collecting the cups and placing them on the counter.  I just nodded.  "Remember what I told you, okay!  We stick together!"  He smiled and I hugged him, I felt him rest his chin on my head.  Humming a song, he knew that it calmed me down.  We stood there his hands on my waist, mine on his.  My head on his chest, whilst his was on top of mine.  Swaying.  I was as calm as I'd felt since all of this shit had started.

I went back outside with the cups, Richie helping me.

"Where's Henry?"  I asked, noticing he was missing from the circle.

"He h-h-had a phone c-call."  Bill spoke up and I looked over to the little den Patrick had made between 2 trees at the very back of my garden, Henry was leaning against one, rubbing his forehead with his hand.  I sat down and watched as the others started separate conversations.

About 3 minutes later, Henry walked back and just stood there, his facial expression had changed...

"They've found him."  He looked at me, and I felt a sense of relief in my stomach.

"Where was he?  Is he okay?  Can we go and see him?"  I asked, standing up, getting ready to run to Belch's car.

"Y/N, they've found his body..."  Henry's voice broke and I couldn't say anything, I just stood there shaking my head in disbelief.

"No, no, no they haven't.  It's not Patrick.  It can't be."  I started to cry and Victor ran up to me, holding me and pulling me in to a tight hug.

"It's okay, breathe!"  He whispered in my ear.  I watched Henry, he just stood there, he looked shocked, as if he had just been shot or something.  Ben walked up to him and gave him a hug.  Everyone was shocked.

*Time Skip*

The next morning, the police had asked if I wanted to go and examine the body since his parents didn't bother to show up, or show any interest in the case.  I agreed, even though they did say on the phone that they were sure it was him.  I bought Richie with me, and I held his hand walking in to the room.  He squeezed my hand and gave me a smile.  I didn't want it to be Patrick, as cruel as it sounds I wanted it to be some random guy who just had some similarities, but I guess deep down I knew damn well that it was Patrick.

The man asked me if I was ready and I nodded, he pulled the white sheet down and uncovered his face.

It was him.

It was Patrick.

I immediately started to cry, as well as Richie.  He pulled me in to his chest and covered my eyes.

"He's fucking gone Richie.  He's dead."  I said.

"I know sweetie, just breathe okay!  It's going to be okay!  I promised you, everything is going to be okay!"  His voice cracked and I heard him crying, his breathing hitched and his heartbeat got faster and faster.

"We have his items, that we found on his body if you'd like to come and collect them."  The man spoke up and I nodded, following him in to a room.  He handed me his lighter, car keys, his wallet, a cigarette box and a small box with a note attached to it, with my name scribbled in his writing.

"I'm guessing this is for you?"  The man asked, handing me the box.

I opened the note.

To my beautiful girlfriend Y/N,

I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with such a gorgeous, smart, confident girl like you

I love you so fucking much, don't ever forget that, Princess

love from 

Patrick

(Your psycho) 

xxx

I smiled at the note and Richie wiped my tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

"I'll give you guys a couple of minutes."  The man said, before walking out and closing the door after himself.

I handed the note to Richie, ignoring the box in my hand.  I watched as his eyes flicked over the note and he smiled.

"He loved  you so much Y/N, don't forget that.  You were his world!"  He smiled.

I opened the box, sitting on a chair, Richie kneeling down next to me.

Inside was one of his favourite rings and a dog tag necklace with his and my initials on with the date that we started dating on, along with a lighter, just like his with 'I love you' engraved on it.

*3rd person P.O.V.*

And that was it, where the story ended.

Patrick Hockstetter.

The Patrick Hockstetter was dead.

The bully.

The psychopath.

The weirdo.

The love of her life.

He was gone.

But he died loving her.

He died knowing that he was loved...