I'm Not Okay (I Promise) • Geetrick

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---Patrick---

"Hello, Patrick, we need you to answer some questions if you can," A man says.

His voice is dark, scary. It makes me bury myself further into the sheets, "Please I just... I don't want to..."

He rests his hand on my shoulder.

I don't know what happens or why it happens, or it's normal, but I scream and jolt away, hitting my back against the wall and huddling up in a ball. I know his intentions, I know he wants to do it. I know he wants to hit me, I know he wants to force himself into me and make it burn. I know he wants to hurt me and I can't take it, "Please don't hurt me! Please, I promise I won't do it again. I'm so sorry I..."

"Patrick, hey." Dr. Capaldi croons. I only jerk away more, tears lacing my eyes. I'm shaking violently, I can't think straight. My mind is full of:

Pleasedon'thurtmepleasepleasepleaseIjustwanttoenditallI'mnotokayI'mnotokay

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, please," I whimper.

"Do you want Pete? We can get him in here, and he can talk to you for a bit," Capaldi says.

"B-Brendon," I whisper. Brendon was always there to comfort me before The Incident but I... I don't know if he can... they're going to hurt me. I'm so scared they're going to hurt me...

"Step back, I'll be right back," The doctor says. I hear him as he rushes out of the room, his feet echoing off of the walls as his shoes tap across the linoleum floor. The door shuts behind himself leaving me alone with... them... my heart is pounding in my chest, loud enough that I'm sure they can hear it, too and there's complete silence. Each second that passes feels like a minute, each minute, an hour. After about thirty minutes, I pull the sheets up over myself again and huddle into a ball.

The door opens, the covers are thrown off, and I jump out of bed to run into Brendon's arms, "Hey, 'Trick... are you feeling okay?"

"I don't want to do this, please just a little longer," I sob, shaking my head against his chest "Please I don't want to do this, they're gonna hurt me..."

He rubs my back, "Hey, they're not gonna hurt you, understand? They're here to help. They're gonna catch the gang that got you in that alley in the first place. I'll be right here for you, just calm down."

He takes me over to the bed and sits down beside me, my hands shakily returning to my gowned lap.

"Go ahead," the brunette says.

"Agent McCoy and Agent Beckett. We need to ask you some questions about what happened in the alley," the man says, his badge showing off his name on his overcoat. Agent William Beckett.

I nod softly.

"Do you know who hurt you? Did you recognize anyone who was there?" The taller one asks (I think that's Agent McCoy.)

I open my mouth to answer. Just one name, that's all. As venomous as my brother's, "Bob... Bob Bryar..."

Beckett writes it down on his notepad.

"Do you know him from school?"

"Yes."

Brendon's stroking my knee softly, it's relaxing me, making me less tense.

"Has he hurt you before?"

"Yes."

"When?"

The room is so silent, it actually hurts me inside. I don't reply right away. Brendon keeps rubbing circles into my knee, and a tear drops from my nose.