"Darling. We don't have a lot in common but we're on the same track. I've been a criminal all my life, and you're just starting." •••WARNING: LOTS OF UNNECESSARY P!ATD AND TOP REFERENCES••• also this is hella cringe because i wrote it forever ago

"Psychiatric hospitals, also known as mental hospitals and psychiatric wards ("psych" wards) when they are a sub-unit of a regular hospital, are hospitals or wards specializing in the treatment of serious mental disorders." •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "You know," he whispered, "this entire world is insane. Just because I'm stuck in this asylum doesn't mean that I'm any crazier than you; maybe I just did what you're scared to do. Maybe they just ripped off my mask." A Brendon Urie Fanfiction Written by @abbiealltimelow

DISCLAIMER: BOOK IS BEING REWRITTEN. IF YOU WANT TO READ GO AHEAD BUT YOU WILL BE SUPER CONFUSED. FOR NOW, YOU CAN ADD IT TO YOUR LIBRARY AND WAIT UNTIL I UPDATE ALL YHE CHAPTERS AT ONCE. THANK YOU i walked out of the enormous stadium and went to the back of it. i pulled out the joint that i had previously rolled the night before. rummaging through my pockets, i attempted to find a lighter. of course i had no luck. i saw a person in the distance with smoke surrounding them. i walked up to them with my hands in my pockets, hoping that they had a lighter for me to borrow. "hey-" i had gotten cut off by the person, abruptly. "oh god i knew that a fan would find me." he said scratching the back of his head. i furrowed my eyebrows at him and squinted at him trying to make out his face in my mind. i knew he had looked severely familiar to me. "i just came to see if you-" i said getting cut off by him again, wishing he would let me finish what i was attempting to say, but obviously that wasn't happening anytime soon. "if i would take a picture with you?" he said with a cocky attitude. "i don't want a stupid picture with you!" i said raising my voice. his face looked taken back as to what i had just said, but if he would've gotten cut off three or more times, he'd feel the same way. "well what do you want?" he said crossing his arms over his chest.

You can't make a Church Boy out of an Atheist, but you can make a Bad Girl out of a Christian. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Brendon Urie Fanfic