Payton's Pov 
                              It's been a few weeks. I'm doing Chemotherapy. I've gotten my right leg removed. I've lost some hair on my head but I got it cut short. I wear hats most of the time so no one notice. I've got serious anxiety. As my doctor says...
                              I blame my worst nightmare. I haven't found out his name but let's just say he likes to cut my sleep short with Nightmares. I don't know what causes the boy that I only see happens. I see the boy everyday. He talks. A lot. He just won't tell me his name though. 
                              "Whatcha writing, Payton? " said a voice. I look up and see the boy. 
                              " Stuff " I said. Nobody is in my hospital room. Pete and Patrick went on a date and Joe and Andy are busy doing other things. 
                              " like what? " he said. I stare at his beautiful yellow eyes. Yes I said beautiful. They are. I find bright colors in people's eyes beautiful. Joe's bright blue ones are beautiful. 
                              " Why do you care! You just want to torment me. Hell that all you do is torment me! " I yelled. 
                              He boy smirks and sighs. 
                              " how about this. I want to make a deal with you. "
                              " Why? " I asked. 
                              " because I know you want information.. How about this. I tell you about me if you tell daddy dearest that you have gone insane and that you see me. " 
                              " No, he'll think I'm crazy and send me to a insane asylum. No " I yelled 
                              " alright I guess I'll just have to torment you to the point where you break. " he said smirking. 
                              He touches my bed a small fire sets. 
                              " the hell are you doing!! " I yelled. He smirks and makes the fire bigger. 
                              " stop! " I said. I move my movable leg and my body and I end up falling off the bed. I landed on my arm. I yelled in pain. I think I broke it. The boy stopped the fire. He seems guilty but  a flash of evilness trys to over power it. Guilt wins him. 
                              " I'm sorry " he said. His eyes go to green. 
                              " your eyes.... " I said with tears going down my face. 
                              " I know. My human side has over powered me " he said. He goes over and grabs a wheel chair. He helped me up in it. 
                              " I know you are confused but I'm just going to say this I'm part human and demon. Im from another time period. " he said and started to wheel me. 
                              " Why are you here and what's your name "
                              " I'm Declan. " the boy with green eyes said. 
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Adopted by Patrick Stump
FanfictionWarning: self harm and depression mentions Warning: I was like 13 when I started writing this shity story so I apologize for bad grammar, plot, transitions, and all other writing configurations. about a 13/14 year old girl who was adopted by a music...
 
                                               
                                                  