Love Games

My Immortal

Patrick's POV

When I woke up, I was in a hospital. It was strangely familiar. But I didn't know why.

Strangers stood around my bed, crying over my body. Was I ded?

The doctor stood over me, his brunette locks shading his eyes. He looked...sad.

"Doctor Femia, is there anything we can do?" a man pleaded. He was also a brunette. Tall. Muscular.

"Sorry Alec, there isn't anything we can do," he said sadly. Alec...he seemed nice. "He has....annesea."

Everyone gasped. But I was just confused. Who were these people? Who am I?

"Babe, we need to go back home," Alec pleaded. Everyone urged. Babe?

"Who are you?" I asked. He just gently smiled.

"I'm your fiance. Look at your ring," I looked down. Then he showed me his. "See? We're getting married."

That made sense. Of course. He was a hot guy. I would love to marry him.

He bridal carried me out of the bed and lowered me into a wheelchair. He led me to our car, all our supposed friends following us.

"You'll be safe with me babe. It's okay," Alec reassured. I smiled widely.

"Thanks. Alex, was it?" I asked.

"No no, Alec."

***

The house was strangely familiar yet unfamiliar. All my friends came around to try and help me remember. They'd show me my instrument, which I could still play for some reason, some of my old clothes. Even my wedding dress. But I just couldn't regurgitate any memories. I felt so bad.

"You used to love watching this show," he lowered me onto the couch and we watched Yo Gabba Gabba. I still couldn't remember anything. I did like DJ Lance though. He was cool. "Doctor Femia recommended that I'd make some tea."

So he stood up and left. As I blankly stared at the TV, I suddenly heard a faint voice. I turned the volume down and wheeled myself over to the window. I saw another tall brunette standing there and he was singing some song. He was absolutely soaking wet in the rain.

"When I was a young boy

My father took me into the city

To see a marching band

He said, "Son, when you grow up

Would you be the savior of the broken

The beaten, and the damned?"

He said, "Will you defeat them

Your demons and all the non-believers?

The plans that they have made?

Because one day, I'll leave you

A phantom to lead you in the summer

To join the black parade"

When I was a young boy

My father took me into the city

To see a marching band

He said, "Son, when you grow up

You will be the savior of the broken

The beaten, and the damned?"

Sometimes I get the feelin'

She's watchin' over me

And other times I feel like I should go

And through it all, the rise and fall

The bodies in the streets

And when you're gone, we want you all to know

We'll carry on, we'll carry on

And though you're dead and gone, believe me

Your memory will carry on

We'll carry on"

I watched in awe. His voice was so...beautiful. I couldn't describe it. He gave me this tingling sensation. As if I was going to remember something. I opened the window, some of the rain coming inside. That sensation of the rain made me remember something. His name.

"Alex?" I shouted. He just nodded and smiled widely. He...he was someone. Someone important to me.

Alec ran in, shutting the window immediately and shoving the tea into my hands.

"Be careful, it's hot."

I looked at him, confused. Then proceeded to drink it. I suddenly felt really drowsy and I fell over.