A crashing light.
A loud noise.
And the blood poured out.
Mikey pressed a soft kiss on the boys temple as they took him away.
He held his hand.
Recovery.
That one was hard.
Every night there would be this point where maybe just maybe, the boy thought his one true friend was going to wake up.
But it's been two months.
His mind was going to have things missing where his memory should be.
Or maybe he'll be okay.
And Mikey walked out of the room with a light step.
Pete opened his eyes.
The light above blinded him.
This wasn't meant to make sense.
He scanned the room.
A hospital bed.
And soon his headache set in.
And they took the feeding and eventually breathing tube out.
And Pete took a deep breath.
And the air flooded his lungs.
And that was his breath.
And he realized none of that had happened.
A dream.
A scary dream.
And he almost longed to know who the "letters boy" was.
And suddenly doctors rush in, as a boy walked out.
But Pete never noticed him.
He was a lucky one; they called him it.
He was hit by a car and he was there for two months and four days.
And then they proceeded to say about how he was lucky to be alive.
He was discharged days later and found his friend Brendon to be dead.
He was the driver that night.
And it didn't make sense.
Anywhere in his brain.
And he tried to focus on that night and what was real.
And the memories were his memories.
The toughest part of his "recovery" was coping with Brendon.
Flowers laid on the boys grave.
A boy who wasn't supposed to die.
Someone who should have lived.
Brendon couldn't stay.
He became the leaves.
And Pete sat in front of the grave.
And right next him was a plot open for Ryan.
Although his death date was unmarked.
And Pete laid a flower on the boys grave who had yet to die.
And maybe it was because his mind was not comprehend everything, but he couldn't go back to the apartment that night.
But days later he could.
Going into his room and seeing stuff he stole from Brendon was the hardest part.
He wasn't supposed to die.
They were supposed to move out of the shitty apartment and get their own house.
One with a good sidewalk.
And Pete sighed.
He started packing up his stuff and the last thing he went to grab was his bedding.
Tucked under the pillow was a letter that said "for Pete, love someone you know."
Fin.
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To people who leave: {petekey} (editing)
Fanfiction"People are like leaves, they can't stay forever." Pete Wentz knows this. Someone tells him this everyday. Everyday Pete gets a letter from someone he supposedly doesn't know, or at least that's what they say. He knows basically everything about th...
