A Conformist Love Story: Goth Kid Pete x Reader

Chapter Fifteen

*Your P.O.V.*

I was just starting to wake up to the sound of a subtle beeping. My head ached like no other, and my eye lids where heavy. But the abnormal scent of disinfectant and medicine was confusing me. I had to wake up.

I forced my eyes open so see that I was definitely in a hospital room. The last thing I remembered was Kyle and Stan fighting.

Those idiots...

I shook my head slightly, trying to adjust my eyes to the dark room. Neither of my grandparents were there. They probably went home to get some sleep, which was good for them. I thought I was alone until I looked to the corner of the room where I saw a figure sitting in a chair. I narrowed my eyes to get a better look. At first, I didn't believe it, but it was Pete sleeping in the chair.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Quietly, I got up out of the bed, getting a closer look at him. He was passed out, and I couldn't help but notice the black notebook sitting next to him. It was the notebook I had always seen him with. Without thinking, I carefully grabbed the notebook and opened it to the last written page.

I see her

I hear her

I feel her

I want her

These words are consuming me

Bringing me into a world of light and happiness

It's all a lie- I won't give up on the truth

I refuse to love

I won't love

When she crosses my path, I quiver

My heart beats faster

My knees get weak

I need her

Others will disapprove, but I've never been one to care

Others will judge, and I don't want to bring her down

I can't get rid of this feeling

I want to hold her in my arms- even kiss her

But I won't

I refuse to love

I won't love

But I'm crying

I'm crying clear tears instead of black

I'm already changing

I feel the urge to smile as I think of her

I'm letting go of the truth

But why?

I don't love her

I won't love her

But I know I'm lying

The change has already begun

As I read each of his scribbled words, I couldn't help but feel tears form in my eyes. Just as a tear fell down my cheek, the notebook was ripped out of my hands.