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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Fall Out Boy
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
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1,019
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0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Fall Out Boy. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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pete had thought of killing himself before, or course he had by now everyone knew about the infamous 'best buy' incident. pete always thought that was the best way to kill one's self, by overdosing on pills that after too long all felt the same.
pete never thought about shooting himself even though he imagined that a bullet hole would look awfully pretty in his head. he never thought about slitting his wrists, he didn't want to stain his clothes. pete never imagined jumping off a building, he didn't want to be know as a stain on the city. after the best buy incident pete never again thought about killing himself. that was until patrick died.
pete stood on a chilly fall chicago night at the top of the tallest building he could find. it was three days ago that patrick died in a car accident. joe and andy said pete would eventually be ok but he knew before he even knew patrick was dead, he knew he would never be alright.
yesterday was the funeral and pete attended because he would never miss his chance to say goodbye to the only person who made him feel like he would never be hurt. andy and joe had been keeping a watchful eye on pete to make sure he didn't do anything to hurt himself, the only reason pete was here now was because he had snuck out of the house while they were asleep.
pete wrote a note of course because when your career is writing poetic words why not end it on one. he was sure that if he did jump the note would be plastered on every tv, radio, and internet blog. he didn't care because the last good thing in his life was gone and he never got a chance to say goodbye to patrick, because patrick was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital.
pete stood at the top of the building he looked up at the black night and ever since patrick died it never seemed blacker. pete was looking at the stars and wondering which one was patrick's and if he did jump would he see patrick again? according to everyone killing yourself was a sin and sinners like pete didn't get to see angels like patrick.
pete looked down at the busy streets of the cars with people with things to do and places to go and people they cared about and pete wished that he was one of those people. pete looked down at his converse shoes and wondered about how much the impact of the sidewalk to his body would really hurt.
"patrick when i fall will you catch me?" pete remembered asking patrick that a long time ago. patrick smiled sweetly and ran a hand through pete's hair.
"i'll always catch you pete" he whispered in pete's ear.
pete was crying now wet tears falling down his face as he pulled his hands from his jacket pockets.
"you better keep your promise" pete whispered as he jumped.
pete never thought about shooting himself even though he imagined that a bullet hole would look awfully pretty in his head. he never thought about slitting his wrists, he didn't want to stain his clothes. pete never imagined jumping off a building, he didn't want to be know as a stain on the city. after the best buy incident pete never again thought about killing himself. that was until patrick died.
pete stood on a chilly fall chicago night at the top of the tallest building he could find. it was three days ago that patrick died in a car accident. joe and andy said pete would eventually be ok but he knew before he even knew patrick was dead, he knew he would never be alright.
yesterday was the funeral and pete attended because he would never miss his chance to say goodbye to the only person who made him feel like he would never be hurt. andy and joe had been keeping a watchful eye on pete to make sure he didn't do anything to hurt himself, the only reason pete was here now was because he had snuck out of the house while they were asleep.
pete wrote a note of course because when your career is writing poetic words why not end it on one. he was sure that if he did jump the note would be plastered on every tv, radio, and internet blog. he didn't care because the last good thing in his life was gone and he never got a chance to say goodbye to patrick, because patrick was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital.
pete stood at the top of the building he looked up at the black night and ever since patrick died it never seemed blacker. pete was looking at the stars and wondering which one was patrick's and if he did jump would he see patrick again? according to everyone killing yourself was a sin and sinners like pete didn't get to see angels like patrick.
pete looked down at the busy streets of the cars with people with things to do and places to go and people they cared about and pete wished that he was one of those people. pete looked down at his converse shoes and wondered about how much the impact of the sidewalk to his body would really hurt.
"patrick when i fall will you catch me?" pete remembered asking patrick that a long time ago. patrick smiled sweetly and ran a hand through pete's hair.
"i'll always catch you pete" he whispered in pete's ear.
pete was crying now wet tears falling down his face as he pulled his hands from his jacket pockets.
"you better keep your promise" pete whispered as he jumped.