Sanders Sides Angst

[ 3 ] { P A T T O N }

• AU: human au
• Ship(s): Patton just has a platonic relationship with everyone
• Characters: Virgil, Patton, Logan, Roman, Remus, Deceit
• Song(s): Bullet by Hollywood Undead, Nightmares by Easy Life
• Words: 1789

[ T R I G G E R W A R N I N G ]
Pretty graphic su*c*de attempts, stay safe!

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I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky
Like a bird so high
Oh I might just try
I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky
Like a bird so high
Oh I might just try
Oh I might just try

Patton knew he needed to search help, but he didn't want the other sides to worry. All that they knew about him that he is just his happy self, happy pappy Patton. The others didn't question anything he did, that shows how much they care about me, Patton thought, they didn't noticed anything.

He wrote every side a personal letter, while putting them in envelopes and closing them Patton thought of all the letters he already burned, of all the times he was too weak to actually do it. Maybe this time he'll do it it, maybe this time his pain will stop. Finally. Patton headed downstairs, told everyone he was going for a walk and that he will return late, "see you tomorrow."

So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow
Yeah I'll see you tomorrow

Patton knew this building, it was abandoned and he liked coming there to think, but since he began feeling like that he tried to fly when he was on the twentieth floor. While climbing the stairs (since there was no power he couldn't use the elevator), Patton could hear the things he brought with him clashing together, making a lot of noise in the quiet staircase.

My legs are dangling off the edge

When Patton finally arrived on the twentieth floor, he went to sit on the edge, he has done this so many times it didn't feel unsafe anymore. When he first climbed to the roof he was to scared to sit at the edge, scared that he would fall. Now, two years later, he doesn't care anymore.

The bottom of the bottle is my only friend

Patton opened his bag, laying everything he brought with him careful on the floor, he picked up the bottle of Bacardi (AN: it's a type of liquor) and opened it, "to the end," he raised the bottle and toasted. Patton put the bottle by his lips and drunk all of it, leaving his throat burning. When there was nothing left for him to drink, Patton threw the bottle down to the first floor. At least he could fly today, he thought.

I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone

A flash was irritating Patton, he turned around to see it was just the sun reflecting in his blade he brought with him. Picking the blade up he accidentally cut in his finger, he didn't feel anything, raising the blade ready to cut his wrists again, a silent tears dropped down from Pattons eye, he could see the scars of the first time he cut and the fresh wounds of the last time he did. He cut deeper then he normally did but Patton felt absolutely nothing, little did he know if he would have had cut any deeper it may have been the last time he cut.

My legs are dangling off the edge

Patton put the blade back and shifted a bit more to the edge, causing a rock to fall down, when it got the bottom it splitted in several pieces. It felt good to destroy something, it didn't matter what he destroyed as long as he destroyed something, a rock, the bottle of Bacardi, his skin. Patton stood up and picked up another rock, throwing it down, destroying it. He did this a few times and that's when he almost fell of the building. A bit creeped about what just happened Patton sat back down.