In her family, Patricia was the useless one. Piper could manage anything you threw at her. A boyfriend, challenging pieces, a top-notch music school that was practically impossible to get into.
Patricia recalled someone telling her that her twin's school only accepted 15 students a year.
And even through all of that, Piper managed to get perfect grades, maintain a social life, and was always friendly and nice and understanding.
Pretty much everything Patricia wasn't.
In Sibuna, Patricia was the useless one.
You had Nina and Eddie, born leaders, always knowing what to do.
And there was Fabian, who had about 5 million facts stored in his head.
KT had that thing about her that Patricia didn't; kindness. And was she a little jealous of her? Absolutely. Would she ever admit it? Not a chance.
You had Amber, who could be a ditzy blond at times, but she did have her moments of intelligence and, if it wasn't for her, Sibuna might not exist.
And there was Alfie, who could be extremely annoying at times, but could always make you laugh.
What did Patricia do? She was best known for being Goth, mean, and talking a lot. Wow, what a catch.
Of course, she felt a little special sometimes. Like when Eddie kissed her, or held her hand, or called her beautiful.
It was nice, knowing someone liked her that much. Made her feel more...significant.
To be honest, she didn't know why she broke up with him. He was great, and they were doing great, but she couldn't help but think of all the other things Eddie would rather be doing. Hanging out with his real friends, his American friends, the guys who went to crazy parties and got into fights and the girls who had more skin exposed then they did covered.
Seeing Eddie on his home turf did something to her. It made her realize how much teasing he would get.
"Dude, I thought you said your girlfriend was hot. This prude is most definitely not hot. Thought you had better taste, man."
It made her realize that her words, who might sting back home, were nothing compared to all the harsh things said to people in America.
And most of all, it made her realize how Eddie was too good for her.
He was very attractive, and charming, and he had those perfect lips that were just so damn kissable.
He was a born leader, tough, and brave. If you didn't have a problem with him, he didn't have a problem with you.
She was, by her very definition...
'A Goth girl, who is abnormally cruel, and enjoys throwing and pouring various drinks into someone's face, on top of their head, or onto their lap. Usually talks too much.'
So she broke up with him. It killed her, it really did. She went home the next morning, and didn't speak to Eddie again until the school year started.
She didn't want to be the stereotypical girl who wore dark clothes and makeup. The ones people considered 'emo.'
Guess she didn't try that hard.
Because soon after the school year started, it really started to sink in.
They broke up. 'Peddie' was done.
And Patricia couldn't handle it.
The first few times she skipped meals, no one noticed. And she realized she liked, scratch that, loved the feeling of starving herself. It made her feel like she was in control of something, for once, and this was something nobody could take away from her.
Then came Wednesday night, 4 nights after she started not eating, and she felt a sudden pain shoot through her stomach. She tried to ignore it for awhile, but soon it became too much and she had to sit down. Joy, being the caring bestie that she was, sat down next to her on the couch.
"Patricia? What's wrong?"
Patricia shook her head, trying to brush it off. "Nothing. Guess I ate too much or something."
Patricia knew she didn't sound convincing, and could tell that Joy didn't buy it.
After some reassuring words by Patricia ("Oh, calm down, Mom. I'm fine.")
Joy left and headed over to where Jerome was sitting.
Fabian was next.
"Um, Patricia?"
She turned to him.
"So, I've, uh, noticed some changes in you lately, and I wanted to make sure you were okay."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh my God! What is with you people? I'm fine!"
Fabian didn't look convinced.
"Okay, well, um, if you want to talk, I'm always up for listening. And Patricia...don't take this the wrong way, but you're...you're actually really pretty."
He blushed and walked away.
Patricia sat there, mouth wide open, for about two minutes.
What the hell?
Since when did Fabian-Fabian 'Stutter' Rutter-call any girl, let alone her, pretty?
She didn't even think she'd ever heard him tell Nina she was pretty.
Why was everyone acting so weird?
It wasn't like she was pregnant or on drugs. She was just losing a little bit of weight. What was the big deal?
It was when Eddie walked in that she began to feel lightheaded.
"Hey, Yack-Patricia? You okay?"
She was about to nod in response. But then she felt herself slipping, deeper and deeper, until she saw nothing but darkness...
"Yacker! Yacker, please. Wake up!"
He broke out in a sweat. He had never felt like this. Fear spread through him like a wildfire, along with a major surge of worry and protectiveness.
Eddie pulled her tightly to his chest, wrapping his arms around her, hoping, praying, that she would be okay.
"Trudy! Where's Trudy?" He heard someone yell from behind him.
It sounded like Mara, or maybe Alfie.
His brain was too messed up to think straight.
Why was he fretting over her like this?
If she saw what he was doing, she would either whip out an insult or smack him.
But he couldn't help it. He didn't know if he could survive without her.
It was like she was his life source. Without her, he would die.
He knew he was being dramatic. Romeo and Juliet much? Amber Millington would be squealing right now, if she could read his thoughts.
Patricia still wasn't awake. While Eddie held her, Joy kneeled on the other side of her, rocking back and forth, trying not to cry.
Fabian stood on the side of Eddie, his eyebrows cast down in concern.
God, she was so pale. And...thinner. Skinnier, more bony.
Didn't his dad say something in anatomy about passing out if you didn't eat for awhile?
Damn, this was one of those rare moments when he wished he paid attention in class.
Finally, finally, Trudy pushed her way through the crowd.
Eddie didn't remember much after that. He recalled Patricia being rushed to the hospital, Trudy and Joy riding in the ambulance with her. He recalled sitting in his room with Fabian for five hours straight, doing nothing but staring at the wall.
Until he got the phone call.
Eddie leaped off his bed and yanked his phone off his nightstand, practically throwing it up to his ear, not bothering to look at the caller ID.
"Hello?" He asked anxiously.
"She's stable." It was Joy. And she cut right to the chase.
"But she's not awake yet. The doctor said she'll be fine. And...she said that most of Patricia's levels are low, and that's why she passed out. Which means...They think she was starving herself, Eddie."
He mumbled a soft thanks into the phone, hung up, stared at it for a second.
Then he whipped it across the room.
It hit the wall, and with a satisfying crunch, shattered.
Fabian's head snapped up.
"Jesus, Eddie!"
It was then that he realized that his phone hit the wall not a far distance from his roommate's head.
"Sorry." He muttered.
"What did she say?"
Eddie began pacing. "She's stable. They think she was starving herself."
The words sounded so weird coming off his tongue.
Starving herself? Patricia? Those words did not belong together.
When he thought of her, the words that popped into his head were:
Beautiful. Amazing. Awesome. Nice. Occasionally (or often) snappy.
Yacker. And...Gone.
She wasn't his anymore.
They broke up. 'Peddie' was done.
He walked around his room for ten more minutes, before he couldn't take it any longer.
He grabbed his coat and headed out.
Fabian looked up.
"Wait, Eddie, where are you going?"
Eddie turned to him, trying to keep his annoyance in check.
"The hospital."
His roommate cocked an eyebrow.
"Victor will-"
"I don't give a damn about Victor."
Eddie left.
Once he got outside, into the open air, the adrenaline started pumping through his blood. He felt the strength he needed to get there.
He broke into a sprint, not entirely sure where he was going.
He tried to remember a few weeks ago, when Alfie sprained his ankle and Eddie went with him to the hospital.
He turned right. Then left, and then left again. Straight for awhile.
He finally arrived at a large white building, the flash of the light on a returning ambulance shining across his face.
He ran inside, to the front desk.
"Patricia Williamson."
No hellos. The man working behind the desk must've sensed his anxiousness, and he quickly told Eddie the room number.
He managed to contain himself not to run, because he didn't know how people would react to him running through a hospital.
"Yacker?"
Joy looked up. "Eddie? How did you get here?"
He slowly approached her.
"Ran."
Joy tried to hide the look of shock on her face, even though she knew something like this would happen.
Eddie couldn't stay away. 'Peddie' was so back on.
I recently reread all of my past stories...and realized I seriosuly needed to take a break from drama. I'll try to write a fluffy one-shot soon. Hope you guys enjoyed this though, and I'll try to update soon. And I'm really sorry about The Elixir of Life. I think that story may be be finished.