I looked back down at the nurses who were all whispering to each other. One of them ran off, and I copied her, taking off down the hall. I looked over my shoulder before rounding a corner and saw everyone surrounding the now sitting Patrick. Tears were forming again, they threatened to sting my eyes and ruin my vision, but I held them in. I ran past the women who were sitting at the lobby screaming at me that there was “no running in the hospital” which I returned with a polite middle finger. I slammed through the exit doors; the once filled room now contained only a few older people who jumped awake when the door slammed against the wall and I flew to the elevators. My breath was all gone so I rested my head against the wall above the button while hitting it repeatedly.
I need to escape this death trap.
The doors finally opened and I jumped in, taking the fasted elevator ride I have ever experienced, and ran down the halls. My sneakers squeaked every so often and dared to trip me up at some points, but I made it out without any repeat of the earlier spill. Looking up, I saw I was at the right exit and looked back one last time.
I will miss you forever Christa.
I took the chance to catch my breath and walking out into the cool night air. The brisk and fresh air allowed my head to clear a bit, but the fog of my sadness quickly clouded my brain when I heard the faint sound of someone calling my name. I darted, almost getting hit by a car in the process, and stopped in the middle of the lot when I couldn't see where my car was. I wiped my eyes, trying to get a little bit of my vision back, but froze in my spot when my name rang through the night sky.
“PETE!” I looked back at the hospital and saw Andy emerge, followed by Joe and Patrick, screaming my name as loud as possible while looking over the whole parking lot for me. I wiped my eyes in one last desperate attempt to clear my vision and just barely made out my car a few rows away before ducking behind the truck I was standing by and making a mad dash for it. Andy's calls were joined by Joe's, and Patrick joined to create a chorus of the word I hate the most right now. Reaching my hand into my pocket, I pulled out my car key and fumbled a bit to get it in.
“PETE!” I dropped my key at the realization that the screams were getting closer. I turned and was met by the sight of all three of them running towards me between cars. Each wore a desperate look on their face, but Patrick struggled with running and dodging the parked vehicles with his swollen eye. I quickly dropped to the floor, grabbed my key, and jumped into my car. I locked the doors, it was my only defense from the outside world right now and I need the protection. Suddenly, my body convulsed in shakes and the tears streamed down my eyes.
Shit, I'm having an episode...
I frantically stretched across the middle console to open the glove box and dumped everything out trying to find my bottle, but to no luck. I was panicking, and the yells were getting even louder than they ever were. I opened the middle console and rummaged through it, no luck. When I finished and slammed my fist down, I caught a glimpse of something white on the floorboard. I reached down, aware of the approaching screams, and grabbed the bottle. A wave of relief washed over me as I read the label and opened the bottle, but it all faded when nothing came out of the bottle. I shook it furiously, hoping that maybe they were just stuck, but to no prevail.
“FUCK!” I screamed in anger and threw the bottle as hard as I could against the window. I looked out and saw that Andy, Joe, and Patrick were within feet of me now. “Leave me alone!” I started the car and pulled out of the parking spot before Andy could reach the car. I drove, skimming a car on my way out, and stopped right before pulling out of the parking lot. I glanced into the rear view mirror and saw the three of them scrambling into cars. I saw Joe's car come to life and floored it out of this cemetery.
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Car Crash Heart (Pete Wentz FanFiction)
FanfictionPete Wentz fan fiction. Love makes you do crazy things. You'll do things nobody ever thought you would do, and you may even surprise myself. But the hardest thing is losing the one you loved. What would you do if you lost the person you loved more t...