-1"Look I just don't wanna talk about this right now."
"well when are you gonna wanna talk about?"
"I don't know Pete"
"I thought we could tell each other every thing"
"we can"
"then why wont you talk to me,"
"its nothing"
"well I've spent the past few weeks laying awake in bed because I'm to worried about you to sleep"
"can we do this in the morning"
"no,"
"Pete please I'm exhausted I'll tell you tomorrow ok I promise."
"ok good night trick"
"night"
The minuet Patrick laid down in the big soft fluffy bed, his brain kicked on. He suddenly was afraid about tomorrows talk he promised to have with Pete. Also he had just remembered that he needed to call Cat. He fumbled around the night stand for a few minuets until his fingers graced the antenna. He had second thoughts it was late but he needed to call her, and let her know she was on his mind.
"hello?" Cats voice was week and groggy.
"hey Cat its me"
"Patrick? Hey what's up studly,"
"nothing just going to bed, sorry I didn't call you I got wrapped up in work"
"it's no problem babe" Cat let out a yawn "what's on your mind"
"you"
"aww your too sweet"
"ya I know"
"oh guess what I got to day?"
"what"
"a new tan news boy hat"
"ya I know I left it there"
"its ok, a little some thing for me to remember you by"
"I'm sorry I woke you up"
"don't be I gotta get up in like 3 hours any way, what time is it there?"
"I don't know 3:30 give or take"
"you need to get some sleep ok?"
"ya"
"I'll talk to you some time tomorrow."
"ok"
"buy"
"buy"
-click-
Patrick quickly drifted off to sleep, how ever sleep did not come as easy for Pete.
He stared at the ceiling and when that didn't work he watched some TV and when that didn't work her tried reading but nothing could send his troubled head off to dream land. In all reality he wasn't sure if he wanted to sleep. He couldn't handle the nightmare any more. Finally his will give out and he swallowed two small blue sleeping pills. And before long he's lost in his own nightmares.
He's at home and the phone rings but no ones there so he hangs up, then it happens again and again until he doesn't bother to get it. Then he looks up and he's in the hospital and no one can see him, he's a ghost, he watches a doctor shock some one over and over. And he's yelling that they need more blood but he cant see who there trying to save. Then he hears the cold long beep of the flat line. The doctor who calls it is Joe and the one who was shocking the stranger is Andy. They step back and Pete can see who it is…Patrick. They pull the sheet over him. He looks so small frail and innocent. Pete can see long bloody gashes that run up his arm. Dr. Andy turns to Dr. Joe, and says
"what a shame, any reason why he did it?"
"no one knows, all the police found was a note the said 'he never answered'"
The nod at each other and they walk out of the room. In tears Pete approaches the body of his closest friend. He runs his fingers across his cold gray skin and gasps.
He's in Patrick's apartment now. Patrick has been drinking. He can smell the vodka on him. There are tears running down his face as he paces back and forth, phone in one hand vodka bottle in the other. He can see the hurt and anger in his eyes. Pete can here the frantic words escaping Patrick's full lips.
"hello? Hello? Hello? Pete?! Pete?! Please answer me Pete."
He tries again.
"Pete Help me Pete I cant handle this any more Pete Pe-"
Once more.
"Please I don't wanna do this I'm scared Pete,"
More silence on the other end. Each time the phone is pick up but no one ever says any thing. Pete knows its him on the other end, not trying hard enough to get through. Patrick tries the phone one more time. By now he is sobbing uncontrollably, and this time no one picks up.
All of a sudden Patrick stops crying and chugs down the rest of the vodka. He walks in to the bath room. All the while Pete is screaming
"Patrick I'm here. Its ok I'm here" but Patrick never see nor hears him. Patrick then walks into the kitchen and gets a piece of paper a marker and a chefs knife. In black marker in big dark block letters he writes. HE NEVER ANSWERED. He places the note on the table before raising the knife to his wrist, he pushes the point into his skin and blood begins to rush out. Then he pulls the blade back and up to the bend in his elbow. He pauses just a minuet to watch the blood rush out before he dose the other arm. Then he dose some thing else with the blade some thing Pete hadn't noticed in the hospital. He lunges the blade into his chest.
"NOOOOOO! Patrick no, no ,no I was here I was with you why?" Grabbing his hands and kissing his face trying to stop the life from rushing out of him.
Pete sat up in bed, tears falling from his eyes and drenched in sweat.
"I was only a dream" he repeats over and over. But he just cant convince him self. He glances at the clock its almost 9. He stands at the door way to Patrick's bed room but even his doesn't convince him. Patrick's sound asleep. His hair is standing up every which way, his t shirt has ridden up about an inch and the blankets have been kicked off. There's only a sheet tangled around his legs. Pete stood there trying to take in every detail of him sleeping, just to prove to him self that Patrick is ok. I need to touch him, he thought. that's how I'll know this is real. He quietly walks in to Patrick's room part of him knowing that the bed will be covered in blood and a knife will be sticking out of his chest. But another very small part thinks that he is being foolish. Reaching out Pete touches his cheek. His skin feels smooth and warm, he touches his arm and runs his fingers through Patrick's hair. He sat down at the edge of the bed with a sigh.
"it was only a dream"
Patrick let out a small moan as he started to stir. Pete decided it would be best if le left. The last thing he wanted to do was freak Patrick out. Satisfied he stood up and heading out the door being careful not to wake him up.
Pete pulled on a hoodie and a paire of black skinny jeans and headed to the door. He was gonna get them some star bucks and some breakfast. Patrick would probably scip breakfast he noramly did mainly because he slept through it. Patrick could sleep all day if you let him. Pete picked up the star bucks and stoped at a fast food joint to order a nice big greasy breakfast. He jumped when his phone rang. He looked at the caller id befor answering, (Ryan and spencer had been calling him none stop trying to figure out what was going on)
"hey sleepy face"
"hey…where are you?"
"I went to get coffee and grab some food"
"ok thanks"
"I never said I got you coffee"
"shut up, hey did Brandon or anyone call you?"
"nice come back, but ya they did, mostly ryan but the other guys did a few times too" Patrick laughed on the onther line.
"well hurry up and get back, I need coffee"
"ok ok I'll be there in like five minuets."
-click-
Patrick was sitting on the couch wrapped up in the comferter from the bed. Pete couldn't help but smile when he saw this. It was a habbit with Patrick, as soon as he woke up no matter where he was or what time it was he had to pull the blankets off the bed and sit on the couch an watch TV.
Pete took the seat next to him, they both ate in slience. Which surprised Pete, Patrick sciped a lot of meals it was his twised half assed way to try and get his weight under control. Last night was the most food Pete had seen Patrick eat in a long time. Pete wouldn't say any thing unless he felt like Patrick had a problem which he didn't. Ya Patrick had put on some weight but Pete didn't think it was a big deal, hell after the year Patrick had he wouldn't blame him for coming out of it an alcohalic. Plus he didn't put on that much weight, he thought it looked good on him. He looked more like an adult instead of a 12 year old boy. Plus as long as he could got on stange and put on a good show Pete didn't give a rats ass what he looked like. Right now he was just glad to see him eating like a normal person.
"So are we ever gonna talk of just sit here like a husband and wife in the midst of a devorce"
"ya"
"ya were gonna talk?"
"yes" Patrick paused taking a drink of his coffee. His stormy eyes seemed to be looking through Pete and this chilled him to the bone. He said one word and one word only. It was the easiest way to sum up how he had been feeling and why.
"Jackie"