"Dear Hiatus..." (Sequel to A Living Hell) // Fall Out Boy

She Let It Go To My Head (Patrick's POV)

I can't help but to wonder how everyone else is doing. I don't know how Pete is, Joe, or Andy even. And I can't stop thinking about Elisa. She's pregnant, and due in just a few months. What if we all can't get out of here by then? I can't just leave her alone. I'll feel terrible. And Meagan and Bronx. If they know that we're all missing now, they must be worried sick. But, what about Paramore, New Politics, and LOLO? How are they doing? Did anything happen to them? Did Courtney plan to take them too? I have no idea.

I don't know what to do at all.

If my guess is right, the four of us have been trapped here for at least two weeks now. Surely, everyone must know, and I can only hope and pray that they're trying to find us. I can't be here anymore. Just sitting here in this dark, cold room day after day is making me go insane. I've only seen Courtney or her helpers twice a day, sometimes even once. She's not doing too much, which is surprising to me, but that doesn't mean she isn't hurting Pete, Joe, or Andy. If she is, when I get out of here, she'll pay.

As I sat on the rusty, old bed for hours upon hours in a row, I jumped when I heard the big, metal door creak open. My heart started racing, fearing who it was, even though I most likely knew. But, that doesn't mean I'll ever accept who it is - nor do I want to.

Sure enough, I heard Courtney's infamous heels clack against the floor; click, clack, click, clack. She soon came into view, and I could tell she was holding something in her hands. I sat up on the bed, backing towards the corner as she came nearer. Once she was in front of me, my breath hitched again, unaware of what she was going to do to me.

"How are you today?" she asked, sounding genuine.

"Fine," I replied. "W-What are you doing?"

"I just thought I'd stop by to give you something," she said, gripping whatever was in her hands a little tighter.

"W-What is that?" I asked, moving and trying to look around her.

"Uh, uh, uh," she said, clicking her tongue. "You'll see soon enough, but first, you need to come with me."

"Why?" I asked, getting up from the bed.

"Just follow me," she said, gripping my wrist with her hand, her long nails digging into my flesh.

She dragged me out of the room and into the hallway. There were lights, along with windows with the sun shining through them. It hurt my eyes at first because I wasn't used to seeing sunlight in so long, but it didn't bother me much, since I had missed seeing any kind of light at all. My admiration for the sunlight was soon interrupted by Courtney dragging me around a corner. Whatever she had in her hand, I still couldn't see it. As hard as I tried, I couldn't see it.

After a few more minutes of walking, her and I wound up in front of a large door. There was a small window on it, but it was too dirty to even remotely see through. She explained to me that I was to go inside and sit down, and if I didn't, there'd be consequences. I nodded in agreement as she unlocked the door. She practically threw me inside, which took me off guard, but as I picked myself up off the ground as she closed the door, I heard ...

"P-Patrick?"

My head shot up from looking at the dirty floor, and right in front of me, I saw Andy. Before I could even get my breath back from being so happy, yet shocked, I ran to Andy, wrapping my arms around him. He did the same, refusing to let go. Neither of us spoke, we just stood there in the middle of the room, hugging each other. I was so happy and thankful that I knew he was still alive and well, but my worries soon came back - about Joe and Pete.

"And, have you seen Joe or Pete?" I asked.

"I haven't seen Pete," Andy said, pulling away from me, wiping a tear that was falling down his cheek. "but Courtney allowed me to see Joe a few days ago. Patrick, he's looking so rough! He literally went insane the first night we were here. There was blood all over his face and hands, and hair on the floor. Things in his room were thrown all over the place, and when I went in there, he was curled up in the corner. Patrick, he can't handle any of this anymore, and I'm so scared that he'll do something to himself. I don't want to lose him," Andy finished explaining, nearly sobbing by the end of it.