a/n: i’m not good with introduction paragraphs so i wont do one lol, enjoy.
“Run!” Pete calls to us as we rush inside the Linda Vista Hospital. Patrick was going crazy, his eyes turning yellow as he chased us with a murderous look on his face. The hospital was dark and we split up, myself heading down a very dimly lit way. Instead of going in a room, I noticed an abandoned cabinet against the wall and easily slid myself inside. I don’t hear anything for a bit except footsteps.
“Y/n, my love. Come out. I can hear your heartbeat.” Patrick’s voice was sultry yet uneasy. My heart beat faster as the little light that the cabinet let in was covered by his shadow. Suddenly, a loud bang sounded, and the shadow left. Shit, one of the boys must’ve covered for me. I hear a door slam open and I get myself out, seeing Joe through one of the door windows. He calls for help and I run over there, opening the door to find Patrick choking Joe on the operating table.
“Stop! Patrick, please!” I call, fighting Patrick’s hands and letting Joe breathe for a while. His attention now goes from Joe to me, and eventually he was on top of me.
“I missed you, sweetheart.” He tells me evilly before wrapping his hands around my neck.
“Patrick, please.” I squeak. Joe was passed out on the table but I knew he was breathing.
“Beg, again.” He grins, “It’s turning me on, darling.”
“Patr-“ My voice cut itself off from lack of air and I didn’t even hear the door open. Before I lost consciousness, Pete lunges himself at Patrick, throwing him off me.
“Patrick, stop!” Pete yells as Andy helps me up, “Snap out of it.”
Patrick growls as Pete holds him back from me. “Come on, Pete, I just want to hold my girlfriend. My beautiful, lovely girlfriend.” He stares at me. A certain glint in his eye made me walk up to him.
“Patrick, I love you. I know you’re in there.” I say and he growls as his hand shoots out, grabbing me. The two boys spring into action but instead of him hurting me, he smashes his lips on mine, and his eyes lose it’s yellow color.
He pulls away and looks around, then he falls straight down, rubbing his head. He growls, “Fuck, fuck. Why am I so angry?” He asks, “I don’t know why I’m so angry. My head hurts.”
I look at Pete and Andy. They both go help Joe as I help Patrick.
“You’re okay.” I say, running my hands through his hair, “Everything’s going to be okay.”
“Not really, no.” A voice says and two girls stand in the doorway. One holding a beatbox and the other holding a bat.
We stare at each other as they push the button, playing the music.
Patrick’s eyes turn yellow once again.
