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He's Not Dead, He Only Looks that Way.

Patrick's Story.

Patrick's Story
2017 -

When you look at Patrick-well, if you were his parents, you wouldn't. His own parents, who was too busy with work downstairs that they didn't know their own son was debating to end his life. Patrick Stump, even if he seems bubbly, was deep in his own mind thinking about death. His own death.

Patrick stared up at the ceiling up from his bed, "And so what if I ended my life? Would they miss me? Would I get noticed then?" Patrick's fedora slowly slipped from his head as he stared up, "When will they show me that I exist?" He held onto his black fedora before sitting up on his king sized bed. He sat there, staring at the amount of technology and things he didn't use around his bed. He was covered in money, covered in things that didn't really matter to him.

He sighed deeply before finally getting off the bed. He walked out his door and walked down the large hallway before making a left turn, down the stairs. He can hear murmuring down in the living room. He knew it was his dad. Patrick called, "Dad, I'm hungry."

"I'm busy. Order something." His dad's voice replied.

"Yeah, of course you're busy." Patrick scowled as he made his way to the kitchen where he was stopped by his mom. It was weird, making eye contact with her. Her long blonde hair ended at her shoulders, her bright brown eyes lit up. She said, "I have something to tell you."

Patrick looked surprised, "Y-you do?"

She nodded, "There was a call from your school that mentioned a camping trip after school tomorrow-you're going."

Patrick frowned, "What if I don't want to?"

"Not up to debate." She stated before walking away, ending their conversation from there. Patrick was a bit glad he finally managed to make a conversation with one of his parents, but also really frustrated his mom was trying her best to get rid of him. She had to know he hated camping, at least.

Life at home wasn't Patrick's favorite-but neither was school. You know those nicknames you give to people around school or just around the neighborhood? Those nicknames that just stick into your definition and so every time you see them, you just kind of call them by it? Well, this applied to Patrick. Except no one meant it in a friendly way or he just had it stuck to him from when he was born-no, you see, this nickname formed during Patrick's sophomore year after he slept with a girl in his chemistry class. It doesn't sound bad, except it literally was in the chem class. She was in his class, and they fucked during break.

Patrick regrets doing it even though this girl was into it, pursing him to do it until he finally gave in.

And so, people called him, "Pleasure Pat". It referred to the fact he'd go any lengths to please his lover. At first, Patrick found it funny until it was being over used, then it got annoying. And then it got dreadful to hear.

Patrick hated school. Not because of the education, but because of the constant nickname that hurled over him over and over again. Patrick was sick and tired of it that he would break down and cry in the bathroom during lunch. He took off his fedora and swayed it in the air, in front of his face. The soft wind dried up his eyes. Patrick gathered his things before leaving the stall, and casually leaving the bathroom.

The day went by slow. Really slow. As you can tell, Patrick didn't have any friends. He always kept to himself, getting straight A's in all of his classes while doing so. Finally, the school day ended and the housemaid from his mansion dropped off his equipment for the camping trip.

Everything was packed into the trunk on the side of the bus, down below before hitting the 2 hour drive. Patrick hated it. He got a headache so easily and the loud teenagers around him didn't help at all. He could only lay his head against the window and take in deep breaths as he watched the wilderness pass him by.

Day turned into night, and everyone was set up in the woods. Patrick actually loved the night sky, who wouldn't? Those stars, outside your window, are so far but they happen to shine so bright. It's amazing, really. He enjoyed it throughout the whole weekend. On sunday night, everything was so peaceful. For once, he was ready for tomorrow and was ready to face his parents tomorrow afternoon when the bus would leave.

Patrick woke up suddenly to the jolt of his tent. He groaned as a camp staffie stuck his head inside the tent, “Rise and shine, kid. It’s time to pack up the gear and head back onto the road.”

Patrick rolled his eyes before climbing out of the tent, viewing the last sights of the beautiful forest. When he had his fill, he packed everything he could. The morning wasn’t everyone’s favorite time of the day, especially at 8 a.m. Every teenager was so grouchy and complained about it on the road. Patrick was just planning ahead of what to say to his parents. And after some time had passed and the teens were finally getting use to the day and the bus ride, there was a sudden vibrant session along the teens. One of them, being Patrick’s chem partner said, “Why are we so grouchy? Let’s sing a tune.”

Everyone stared at each other until the captain of the choir begun to sing a melody. There were a couple of chuckles on the bus until one of the football players sung along-basically causing a bunch of voices to sing along.

The bus ran over a big bump, knocking all the teenagers out of position and causing a loud ruckus. The bus came to a complete stop. Being curious, Patrick rested his hands on the top of the seat above him and pushed himself up to see what’s ahead. There was car with an attractive woman on the top of the roof.

The bus driver was cursing underneath his breath as he opened the bus doors and stepping out. He faced a couple feet away from the car.

Patrick can hear the bus driver’s faint voice order, “Hey! Get off the road! What the hell are you doing?”

Patrick could see the small smirk the woman gave before her body latched onto his body. Patrick’s eyes widen in fear as he witness large fangs growing from her gums before digging them into the bus driver’s neck, and ripping him apart.

Screams rung in his ear as everyone backed away from the bus. A large thud hit against the top of the bus, and Patrick shot his head up, seeing the indents of these creatures. Patrick’s tension rose up when another one of these thing latched onto the side, staring at the teens through one of the windows.

A brave teenager saw a man with jet black hair make their way toward the bus, so they quickly ran to the front and closed the doors. Patrick knew it wasn’t going to keep them safe. He knew that damn well. If these things could cut open human skin, they can sure as hell-the bus doors were ripped off, and Patrick let out a shriek. The man with jet black hair inched closer, “Don’t make such a ruckus, kids.” He grinned, “We’re so sorry to make your lifetime come to a short stop but when someone’s hungry, they gotta eat.” Patrick cringed to the sound of his jaw cracking, exposing the large sharp teeth that extended from his gums. The teens screamed and made their way to the emergency exit just behind them.

Patrick, feeling the most rushed for survival, opened it up. He was ready to step out but multiple bodies pushed him down onto the gravel of the road. Patrick was lying on the ground, covering his head as the teens jumped over him. Patrick, in desperate need to escape the stomping, rolled underneath the bus. His heart rate was increasing immensely. He was on his stomach, staring at the teens who ran further down the road. Patrick held in his tears when he heard a woman’s voice yell, “It’s so cute when they run!”

Patrick smacked his hand over his mouth, witnessing a blond and a man attacking his classmates. The man with white plugs was chasing after the people he knew, biting into their legs to weaken their run.

Patrick whimpered. Macy, the girl in his history class had her face smashed against the pavement. Lori, the trans in his chem class had her leg ripped off. Gary, the boy in his english class fell onto the ground, only to get his skin ripped open by the blond girl.

Patrick knew his end would come. He knew he couldn’t just hide out underneath the bus until the things left. He was done, for good-Patrick heard shuffling beside him. He can see a body to his right lower onto the ground. He made eye contact with a pale boy who quickly said, “I want to help you-I’m not like them, I promise.”

Patrick stared at him.

The boy suggested, his eyes so hopeful, “Please, grab my hand.”

And he did.

Notes

I'm kind of at a writer's block. I didn't know where to go from the previous chapter, so I wrote this. But I'm good, I just need a little more time to think about it. xo