"I'm a stitch away from making it, and a scar away from falling apart..." He was less than a foot from her, and the paranoia that had already built up in Katherine's stomach flashed red warning lights in her head. He could attack at any moment. She thought, 'You should get up and run as far away as you can--hurry!' But then the sirens dimmed, and Katherine could hear a faint sobbing overpowering the fear in her conscience. Her breathing slowed to a steady inhale, a steady exhale. The sirens' volume lowered, the sobbing becoming louder. Eventually, the sirens came to a halt, and Katherine came to the realization that Patrick was sobbing. Why was he sobbing? -- aka a little short fanfic i wrote towards the end of last year. in which a victim of the infamous music-hating cult finds that one evening, she isn't alone in her cell...