Joetrick and Petetrick Oneshots!

Time and space (Patrick)

Tw: attempted suicide
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"So your son, Patrick is doing well now. What happened before you found him unconscious? What did his note say. What drove him to take those pills?" The therapist says, Andy was his name. Patrick's mom shakes her head.

"I gave him them... I didn't know what he was planning but I gave his a pill."

"Can you please explain more?" Andy says nicely as he looks at Patrick through the glass on his hospital bed. He was admitted to a mental hospital and will be staying there for a while.

"Patrick really isn't one that everyone likes... he's been bullied all his life. Now matter what fucking school he goes to, he's always the victim. I'm trying to stop popping my pills myself and one day Patrick came home crying. Kids at school somehow found out he was gay and that's kinda where it all began." Andy writes down the main things she says. "Patrick asked for one pill about every week when he comes home sad or something. My pills are to forget and to help with depression so I gave him one, but only when he came home in tears crying on me. I just wanted my baby to be happy again..." she says sadly looking at her son who was staring blankly into the wall.

Andy hands her a tissue to wipe her tears. She does so and keeps it in hand. "I'm such a bad mom, I should have noticed him not taking them and being him to his room. I shouldn't have given him them. I shoulda questioned him about my missing pills. I didn't know he was piling them for later..." Andy gives her sad eyes.

"Ms. Stumph can you please tell me about what happened before this all?"

"His father died a few years back, he started not really caring and lost his spark in life."

"Can we Please talk about last night?" The therapist says nicely. Patrician nodded her head.

-FLASH BACK

Patrick ran through the front door and straight to his moms purse. He was digging through it trying to find those pills, he was going to do it today. He found them and opened them. "Whatcha doing there bub?" His mom asked walking in.

"It was a bad day mom.." she goes behind her small son and hugs him.

"It's going to be okay." She said. She didn't notice how many pills Patrick took as he ran to his room.

Patrick shut the door and went to his dresser. He pulled out an old pair of shoes and dug into them. He had a Ziploc bag full of pill. He got the bag and went to his desk and pulled out a notebook and stared writing.

"I'm sorry mom, I'm letting you down. Everytime I take a pill I know I'm letting you down. You may think I'm addicted but I'm only trying to rush the human process. Every day I get called 'fag, slut, man-whore, blowjob machine, leg spreader' and so much more. I only did some of those things once, not really intentional but I did... I suck off one dude for money to help you pay rent and this is what I get. I get shoved into lockers, people hitting me up, throwing change at me, dirty looks... the list never ends mom, it just doesn't. I spread my legs for one guy to buy you a Christmas present that you love so much. Now everyone thinks I'm a slut. It hurts mommy. I can't handle it anymore...

I get told I'm a waste of space, I'm really believing I am now. I accidentally cut my wrist one now people are calling me emo and Giving me razors so I can cut myself more? What kind of fucking world is it? Teaches never pull me aside to ask if I'm okay, the only people who do are Joe and Pete. Hell my Math teacher heard the rumors and tried to persuade me to blow him or have sex with him so I could get good grades for the rest of the year in his class. What am I now? A waste of space and an object. I can't even talk to you about everything, all you do is hand me a pill and send me away.
Well I'm just gonna go. I love you, but I don't know if it's the same back to me... I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it Eternity.

     Love?
         Patrick"

He tears to know out of his notebook and folds it. He writes 'my goodbye' on it and keeps it in his hands. He opens the bag of pills and puts them in one hand and goes to his bed. He sits down and pops the pills in his mouth and take a sip of one of the many open Green monsters on his bedside table and swallows the pills.

He keeps his blue Old broken down Converse and neatly makes his bed and lays on it. He stares at the ceiling and lets out a single tear and falls asleep.

Not too long after Patrick's heart is slowing down. "Patrick baby, dinner is ready." His mom says opening his door. He just lays there like a vampire unresponsive. "Patrick?" She walks in the room. "Baby wake up." She shakes him. Nothing. She really starts to freak out. "Patrick!?"  She puts her hand on his heart and panics. She pulls out her flip phone and calls 911.

They got there and rushed patrick to the hospital. She read his letter on the way there. While reading it she keeps looking at her dying son as the paramedics work on him. She reads about the Christmas present that is around her neck and cries.

-flashback over-

"Okay. I have a few more questions then we can talk about what we wanna do about hi-"

"I'm sorry sir, but I don't wanna talk about it anymore. I want to forget this ever happened."

"But ma-"

"I don't anything to happen to him. After he get out he's gonna come back home and live his life, he's not getting any therapy or anything.

" Patricia your son just tried to kill himself using your pills! He's going to need therapy and everything!" Andy yells. She pinched the bridge of her nose and said "I just want him to be happy, so when he asked for them I didn't question it. I just want my happy son back." She cries, "I don't want him to go through therapy because it might make him feel everything but normal.. I just want my baby boy back to his happy self, isn't that what all parents want?"

Andy gives up his fight after a few more tries to convince her. It's what patrick wants to do, not her decision. 
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Idk how to end it Oof