This chapter starts fallowing Pete, then fallowing Patrick

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TW: self harm and abuse

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Pete awoke, still inside the fort they built last night.

Melanie was still asleep, and Brendon was awake as well. He was playing with a fidget spinner that the doctor said would help with his ADHD.

He quickly made it disappear upon seeing Pete awake. somehow embarrassed with the action.

"Good morning" Brendon said, timidly moving around.

Pete was concerned about what was wrong with Brendon.

"Are you okay?" Pete asked, conjuring up a granola bar and biting off a bit of the top.

conjoring was nothing new because they were all special.

Brendon had the power to read people's minds

Melanie had the power to manipulate people's minds

And Pete, well, Pete can make- or should be able to make things move with his mind.

They were a lovely little bunch of mystical freaks.

All of a sudden, Brendon's eyes pitched, and he conjured up a flame in the palm of his left hand.

It never actually hurt him, so Pete never bat an eye in the direction.

Then, He gently lowered his right hand next to the flame as Pete started to get concerned and watched intensely at what he was going to do next.

Just then, Brendon lowered his entire hand into the fire, letting it burn the flesh off his palm.

He let out a loud scream of anguish as the fire was eating at his hand.

Pete hurriedly put the fire out with a stream of water coming from his finger and looked in horror at his friend.

Brendon was gripping his right hand and letting out cries of despair as Pete moved the hair from his forehead in disbelief at what he just saw.

He knew Brendon was crazy,

But not that crazy.

"Dude! what the fuck?!" Pete yelled, touching Brendon's hand to see the damage.

Brendon was still crying, the pain becoming worse by the second.

"I'm sorry!" He yelled, trying to keep his breathing steady, as to not have an anxiety attack. or worse, wake up Mel.

Pete moved his hand, a soothing burn cream appeared on his finger tips. He softly rubbed the cream onto Brendon's palm, ignoring the sobs and cries of his friend.

"You have got to stop doing this shit, man!" Pete said, frantically starting to wrap his Friend's hand.

Melanie awoke with a groan, moving her shoulder length hair from her face and looking at the boys.

"What the hell happened?!" She asked, seeing the tears on the both of their faces.

" Beebo burned himself" Pete said, rocking Brendon back and fourth while cradling his head in his lap as a mother would do.

"Not again!" Mel whined, petting his raven black hair as he rocked in Pete's lap

"Why'd you do it Bee?" She asked.

Brendon just cried the pain away as he slowly lost his sanity more.

"I didn't mean to....I just- I just wanted to feel something....just....Just anything. Pain, pleasure, sadness anything! I'M SICK OF BEING HYPER!" He yelled.

"Hey, hey. Look into my eyes okay?" Melanie said.

Brendon turned his head to see her, Her eyes were pitched and Brendon looked into the darkness.

He saw beauty in her eyes, nature, calm. It was mental Ritalin.

it was perfect.

Once Brendon was mentally better, they disabled the fort and sat on the bed, just talking among themselves.

" so, your telling me, that Pete, Melanie and Brendon could do the thing I could do?" toxin asked me.

I didn't have the heart to tell him why.

I just couldn't

"Yeah" I said, nonchalantly.

"Wow, but didn't you say it was like a genetic thing-" tox, I don't have time for your questions right now!" I snapped at him.

He flinched and stepped away from me.

I faced forward, and soon after, felt a hard object hit the back of my head.

I hissed and felt my head.

"What the hell?!" I asked, staring at the blonde boy.

His hair turned red, and his eyes were still pitched.

When he noticed, his eyes went back to normal and his hair turned blue.

( he a whole metamorphmagus)

His eyes started to water, and his lip stuck out a bit.

My eyes widened as I saw my young friend in the worst form of guilt I've ever seen him in.

I embraced him as he cried.

He may have been terrifyingly smart, but I always forget that...he's still a kid.

He has emotions, and he's at that stage where he doesn't know how to express them.

" I...I'm sorry. I-I didn't...mean t-to do I-It" H whimpered into my chest.

"Don't be sorry. You know, back then, Pete couldn't control his powers. And, Patrick didn't know how to deal with others emotions" I said.

He let go and looked up at me.

"He did? when?" He asked, as we stared to walk in the same direction.

"Yeah"......

Patrick woke up the next day. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up straight.

He walked to the counter, pulling out a piece of paper and writing a small note.

had to go, see you guys at breakfast

- Patrick

he smiled and walked back to his room.

He saw Pete and his two friends sitting on Pete's bed laughing and talking.

They got quiet once he walked in.

Patrick blushed and gave a small wave to them.

"Guys, that's my roommate Patrick. Patrick, this is Melanie and Brendon" Pete introduced, Brendon and Melanie waved to him.

Brendon smirked at Patrick and gave an eyebrow raise at him.

"Pete, your roommate's hot" He said, licking his lips at the strawberry blonde.

Patrick flushed red and gave a look to Pete that basically begged for help.

Pete got the message and nudged Brendon's side.

"Leave him alone" he warned Brendon, and looked back at Patrick with a smile.

"Ooh, Protective daddy Pete! yeah, don't think I don't know what you're writing, Mr. Whiskey eyes!" Brendon yelled, before snatching Pete's black lyric book from under his pillow.

He stood up and ran to the other side of the room. He opened the book to a random page and started singing.

" You could've knocked me out with a feather!"

Pete charged at him, trying to get the book, but of course, being short isn't exactly a good thing when trying to reach for something.

Brendon threw the book to Melanie who read from the same page.

" I know you've heard this all before but we're just hell's neighbors"

Pete changed direction and aimed at his shorter friend, Who betrayed the hell out of him by throwing the book in the air and beamed it in a different direction.

Everyone waited in anticipation when the baby blue eyed boy picked up the black book of feelings composed into song.

Patrick thought about what to do.

On one hand, he wanted to see what was going on in the mind of his secretive roommate.

However, he thought about what Pete would do to him if he did.

He knew about Pete's reputation at the asylum, but for some reason, even if he was scared, he was interested in the raven haired male.

Patrick walked up to Pete and handed him the book, giving a small smile as he did.

Pete's eyes widened and he had a somewhat shocked expression.

After realizing that his roommate wasn't going to invade his privacy, Pete snatched the book and stormed out of the room, slamming the door in the process.

Patrick was confused, and looked to the two other people in the room.

Just then, a nurse walked into the room. He looked around, seemingly searching for something or someone.

"Where is Pete?" The nurse asked.

"You didn't see him? He just left" Patrick asked, sassily.

The nurse walked up to him and hit him hard on the cheek.

Patrick whimpered as the stinging set in, and the place started to burn and turn a bright pink.

"Don't fucking talk back, stump" He growled, walking out the room after.

Patrick ran to the bathroom and studied his cheek.

That was going to leave a mark.