Welcome To The Club || Panic! At The Disco

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It was the next day. I woke up on the ground. I must've passed out in the midst of slowly recovering from the panic attack. Fuck. My back was sore and I noticed my hands were ziptied behind my back. They actually kill people. They murder for money. What kinda of mafia bullshit is this. I try to sit up but it was hard with the restraints. I eventually found out that tucking my knees to my chest and rolling myself up helped me get onto my knees. I sit in my butt, stretching my legs out in front of me. I didn't know what time it was but god I was awfully tired.

I was awake for god knows how long before the sound of talking filled my ears. It sounded like millions of people. My head hurt so fucking bad and I felt as if as long as I'm here, I'm gonna have a permanent headache. If they don't kill me first. I shivered at the thought and I try my best to stand up, but I tripped and fell, hitting my face off the floor. A sickly cracking sound is heard and I groan, a thick warm liquid ran down my face almost immediately.

Tears also rushed down my face and I stay on my stomach to ensure I don't choke on my own blood. That doesn't sound too pleasant. I was determined to get back to my mom. The door opens and I put my forehead on the ground. This is embarrassing. It sounded like a ton of people were walking down which made my anxiety sky rocket. "Woah that's a lot of blood, what did you guys do?" An unfamiliar voice asks. Oh god.

"Wait what? What the fuck. How are you bleeding?" I heard Urie ask and suddenly I'm pulled back into my knees. "I uh, I tried to, get up like stand. My legs hurt a bit. And I slipped and this happened." I say and he looked like he was holding back laughter. Fuck you. "Okay, alright. I'll help you out if you promise not to be a fucking nuisance." He says and I make a "hmm" sound and let out a heavy sigh. "Damn that'll be hard, that's what I'm best at, Urie." I say and anger flashes across his face.

Wait okay so if I'm nice, I can get on their good side, manipulate them somehow. Weekes. He's the newest. A rookie. I can get him to feel bad and let me go. "That was a joke. I'll be good. Promise. I'm in a better mood today." I lie. Hell no I wasn't. I was still terrified, and anxious and oh god did I wanna go home. "So you do value your life huh?" He asks while walking over to a box and opens it. What the fuck. "Not really at any given moment I would probably kill myself." I state and than I realize how many fucking people were in here.

A bunch of hot guys. Which were probably apart of their little gang and were probably assholes too. So fuck them. "Oh?" Urie says turning back to me, a first aid kit in hand. Let me guess there's a knife in it and he's gonna stab me in the nose or something. "I wanna be in control of how and when I die. I don't wanna give that power to someone else." I say and he laughs. "You don't have a choice." He says. "I suppose I don't. You're right." I agree with him. All I gotta do is be cooperative, don't act out, agree with what they say, and do what they say and I'll be fine right?

I should've started thinking like this sooner but can you blame me? This is terrifying. He kneels in front of me and looks at me. "Oh damn you definitely broke that." He laughs lowly. How's that fucking funny. "It'll be fine just stop the bleeding." I say and he raises his eyebrows at me. "No, no you realize that'll have to be put back into place right?" He says and my heart dropped. That's gonna hurt like a bitch. "That shit hurts." One of the guys say but I don't know who is who.

"Don't, please." I say and Urie laughs. "Eleanor don't you remember? I make the rules around here. Not you. Not them. Me." Urie says and I felt sick. What the fuck is wrong with him? "Okay listen. I'm trying to work with you and be nice but when you act like a pretentious dick it makes me wanna spit in your face again." I say seriously. "Do that and I'll sew your mouth shut and if you don't think I won't you have one hell of a storm coming your way." He seethes. I just stared at him blankly.

"Okay. Do it." I say and I notice him clench his fists, dropping the first aid kit, the contents spilling all over the floor. "Stand up." He says, getting to his feet. "I can't. You ziptied my hands. Hence why I have a broken nose genius." I say and he harshly grabs my arms, yanking me to my feet. I let out a yelp as a shooting pain goes through my shoulder. He shoves me against the wall, causing the zipties to dig into my wrists. He steps back and stares at me, anger clear on his face. Everyone was kinda watching, amused seemingly. This is fucked up. This whole thing is so fucked up.