Petekey Oneshots ;))))))))

You Are Never Coming Home.

(Hi this ones gonna be quite short like me lol im 4'10) TRIGGER WARNING: Death, Self Harm, Eating Disorder, Suicide!

Pete's POV 

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I read the note for the hundredth time. This is real. He's gone. He's never coming back. I looked up at Patrick, my best friend, and gripped the the note tighter.

"Patrick, h-he.. he got shot. He's never coming home!! Patrick! He was my everything!" I shouted sobbing. "Peter it's going to be okay.." He sat down beside me and side hugged me. "No it's not! I can't! I'm going to be sick!" I stood up and ran to the bathroom throwing up everything I had eaten before hand. 

I had his favorite. Pizza (Peteza) and then for dinner, which I had just ate, sushi. I can't stand it I wont get to feel his hair, his hands, his lips, his touch. I won't get to feel his love. I have waited three years for him too come home and kiss me. Tell me how much he missed me. But now I can't feel anything. I'm numb.

I stood up looked into the mirror and punched it as hard as possible shattering it, cutting my hand to pieces. I locked the door and slumped back on it holding my hand and sobbing. "I don't want to go through this! I can't!" I gripped my hair and pulled sobbing harder.

"You idiot Michael!! I told you not too go!" I screamed and got up on my knees and grabbed a piece of glass, and rolled my sleeves up, press the glass to my skin and make one slice, two slice, three slice, four slice, up too fifty cuts. Some deep some not. 

(the next day)

I woke up feeling dull as I walked to the fridge for water. "I don't feel like eating.." I whisper too myself. The days keep going as I tell myself things will get better.

(two years later)

I walked to Mikey's grave putting the flowers and note I made him. I brushed the snow off his grave and I sat down beside it. "I'm finally going to get to see you, I'm going to join you" I smiled as I placed the gun up too my head. I whispered my thanks too Andy (H), Joe, Patrick, Gerard, Frank, Ray, Brendon, Ryan, Jon, Spencer. 

I pulled the trigger, everything going black. I was finally going to be with Mikey. 

I'm not even gonna lie I cried at the self harm, eating disorder and suicide because one I have self harmed, I'm suicidal, and I stopped eating for a while. I went from 128 go 112 in the matter of 3 weeks but I'm better now. I hope you don't have to go through this. Don't turn to self harm because it ruins everything. Short sleeves, shorts, crop tops, flipflops. Stay Alive Friend ||-//