Fall Out Boy Preferences/Imagines

Patrick Imagine for @missbooks9

"Morgan, where are you?" I heard.

I was crouched on the floor in my bathroom, with tears streaming down my face.

But patrick couldn't know that.

So I didn't answer.

The razor was still held in my hand, and I was at war with myself.

The side that wanted to slash open my wrist was winning.

"Morgan?" Patrick's voice was much closer now.

Oh no. He couldn't catch me. He'd never forgive me.

I remembered how upset he'd been when he caught me last time.

"I'm in the bathroom." I said, trying to keep quiet.

Suddenly he was trying to open the door.

"Morgan open the door." He said.

"I'm fine." I said.

"Open the damn door! I know what you're doing!" Patrick cried.

I knew if I didn't open the door, he would break it down.

I stood up and unlocked it.

Patrick barged in, snatched the blade from my hand, and slashed his own wrist, keeping his eyes on mine the whole time.

"Patrick!" I screamed.

I reached for the razor, but he held it above my head.

"Did that make you happy?!" Patrick demanded of me.

"No!" I sobbed.

He threw the razor and cupped my cheeks.

"Now you know what it does to me." He said.

I sobbed even harder and he held me tight. "I'm sorry patrick." I hiccuped.

"Shhh. It's okay. Just try to stop. Please." He said.

"I will." I said. "I promise."