A Living Hell (Fall Out Boy Fan Fiction)

This Cannot Be Good (Joe's POV)

I managed to pull myself out of the vehicle even with, what I'm sure is broken, my leg being in more pain than I've ever experienced. Who on earth would deliberately make us get in an accident and make us flip over? We must have been getting close to finding Meagan or something. Who even knows anymore. I have no freaking idea what's going on anymore. As far as I know, only Andy and I stayed awake throughout the vehicle flipping over. He said everyone else was out of it, and frankly, that worries me as well. What if something happened to them? What if they're d- No, they're fine. They've got to be.

Right?

"Andy?" I called out to him.

"Yeah?" he called from inside the vehicle.

"How's it going in there? Any luck?" I asked.

"Not much yet. Patrick is somewhat awake, but it's not great," he sighed. "I'm trying to wake Pete up right now."

I sighed, then decided if Andy is being productive, I should too. I've been laying on my back on the grass ever since I got out of the vehicle, which was about ten minutes ago. It was starting to get uncomfortable, so I moved to my right side and tried to at least get up a little bit by using my right leg, which seemed to be fine. As soon as I grabbed the underside of the vehicle to stabalize myself as I stood up, pain shot through the left side of my body, making me scream out in pain and fall to my knees. That didn't help the pain much at all.

"Joe!" I heard Andy shout as he scrambled out of the window he kicked out. "Are you alright?"

"I-I was just being du-dumb and tried to stand up," I groaned.

"Joe, don't do that yet. I don't want you getting hurt more than you already are. I mean look at you; you're bloody, scraped up, cut up, and your leg is broken," he said. "Just please, stay off of it for now. Wait until I've gotten everyone out. Please."

"Alright," I gave him a small smile.

"Please be careful, baby," he said, whispering the last part, probably thinking I didn't hear it.

But I heard it.

I definitely heard it.

But it didn't bother me at all. It really didn't... I can't let my feelings for Andy get in the way though. I've got Marie... Marie. Shit. Is she alright? Ok, all of this sucks. It all fucking sucks. And I can't move to even help Andy, let alone anyone else. Maybe if I just suck it the fuck up I can try to walk, but I've got to be careful and quiet. I don't want to stress Andy out even more.

I grabbed onto the underside of the car again, then pulled myself up. The pain was nearly unbearable, but I fought through it. I fought through it for Marie, for Andy. He needs help and I want to help him. I need to help him. Once I was finally up, I threw my head back and tried not to scream. I limped along the side of the vehicle until I reached the window Andy kicked out. I knelt down slowly, trying to ignore the pain again, until I could see Andy and see inside.

"A-Andy," I said.

"Jesus!" he said as he turned his head. "You scared the shit out of me. And you didn't listen to me."

"I know. I'm sorry, but I wanted to help you," I said. "With the two of us, we can try to get them all up faster."

"J-Joe?" I heard Patrick stutter.

"Patrick?" I asked. "You're awake!"

"M-My god. What the he-hell happened?" he asked.

"Andy, can you please try and get him out here? He shouldn't stay cooped up in there this whole time," I said.

"Yeah, sure," Andy said as he turned his attention to Patrick.

I watched him as he gently grabbed Patrick's hand and pulled him up. Patrick groaned a little, but he didn't seem to be too hurt, other than cuts and scrapes. Andy told Patrick so try and crawl the rest of the short way out of the vehicle. He obliged and slowly made his way out to me. I sat on the grass and grabbed Patrick's hand when he finally reached me. Once he was finally out, he sprawled himself out on the grass and sighed loudly.

"Are you hurt at all?" I asked.

"I-I, uhh, don't think so. Just cut up and sore," Patrick said. "You?"

"Andy and I are both convinced my left leg is broken," I sighed. "It fucking hurts like hell."

"Damn man," he said.

"Yeah," I said.

"Guys! I got Pete up! He's coming out!" Andy shouted from inside the vehicle.

About a minute later, Pete emerged from the window and crawled over by us. He did the same as Patrick, but he also looked worse than Patrick. He was far bloodier (A/N is that even a word?), more cuts on him, and he was bleeding a lot from his shoulder, which I thought was weird. I looked him over a little more, and that's when I saw it...

"P-Pete," I said.

"Y-Yeah?" he groaned.

"I-Is that a bullet hole in your shoulder?" I asked. "It's really bloody there and it doesn't look good."

He got a petrified look on his face, then turned his head and looked down at his shoulder. Patrick also looked as well. The both of the gasped in unison. I must be right.... Shit shit shit shit shit. This is not good.

"I-I think you're right," Pete said. "And now that you mention it, it fucking hurts like a bitch."

"Great," I said. "You got shot in the shoulder, which we can only hope isn't bad, then my leg is broken."

"Fuck man," he said. "Are you ok, Patrick?"

"I seem to be," Patrick replied.

"Geez, what could happen next?" I asked.

I probably shouldn't have asked that because I probably just jinxed something. Shortly after the three of us stopped talking, Andy shouted that he woke Elisa up. She emerged from the vehicle shortly after that, then practically ran over to Patrick. Patrick instantly stood up, seeming to forget about the pain he was in, and engulfed Elisa in his arms. Elisa instantly started sobbing into his shoulder, and Patrick tried to comfort her, telling her that everything was going to be ok. Who is he kidding? We all know it's not going to be ok.

The four of us now continued to sit in the grass feet away from the wreck of the vehicle. We'd talk a little bit here and there, but overall, it was silent, despite the cars driving passed us on the highway quite a ways away. Every once in a while I'd glance over at Andy in the vehicle. Marie was the only one left in the vehicle and I was waiting for her to wake up so I could hold her in my arms. It was seeming to take much longer to get her up than the others, so I started to get really, really worried.

"Shit," I heard Andy whispered, and it almost sounded like his voice was breaking.

That's when a burst of absolute fear shot through my body, making me shake and tremble.

"A-Andy?" I asked.

"Y-Yeah?" he replied.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Joe, I-I don't know how to say this," he sighed, and everyone else looked into the vehicle, looking at Andy's back.

"J-Just say it," I said, my voice cracking.

"Joe, there's a gun shot going straight through her head," Andy said.