Drop a Heart, Make a Heart (5/?)
The I pod was purple. Pete sighed as Time is running out by muse came on.
“Hey!”
Pete opened his eyes, someone was standing above him.
“That’s my I pod!” the person said looking pissed.
Pete sat up and stared at the newcomer with a bored expression, “So?”
“So I want it back.”
“No,” Pete said because quite frankly he was bored and in need of some drama.
“No? No?” The person spluttered, “Do you know who I am, kid?”
“Clearly not,” Pete replied emotionlessly.
The still unidentified person sat down next to Pete, “You annoy me.”
“And yet you’re still here.”
He surveyed Pete amusingly, “I’m Adam Gontier, but call me Adam.”
“Okay.. I’m Pete.”
“I know.”
“How?”
“I’m in your head. Of course I know your name.”
“Wait this is my head?” Pete looked around, “It’s empty,”
Adam looked at Pete curiously, “Or maybe you’re not looking right.”
“huh?”
“Close you’re eyes.”
“No, you’ll rape me.”
Adam chuckled, “Don’t flattered yourself, now close them.”
Pete obeyed.
“Okay, now what do you see?” Adam asked.
“Nothing, my eyes are shut!”
“Well, then open them.”
Pete swallowed his doubt and opened his eyes. He was in a room, the walls were painted white but there was black writing on them. He was sitting on a wooden floor, and Adam was sitting on a chair beside him.
“Hmm, there you go,” Adam vaguely pointed toward the walls, “these are your lyrics.”
Pete stood up and read some, “Yeah they are, but why are they here?”
“Cos’ there’re in your head and anything that is in your head is in here.”
“Okay,,, but my head isn’t just made up of lyrics.”
“Yeah,” Adam stood up and headed for a door Pete hadn’t noticed was there, “Come on.”
Patrick was still sitting in the same room when Cristina returned. Smiling sweetly at him she sat down beside him.
“So you really don’t know?”
“No.”
“Right….” She said but Patrick was sure she was humoring him.
She sighed, and stood up, “Come on.”
“Where?”
She looked at him. “Why would I tell you that?”
He shrugged and followed her out of the room. She lead him down three corridor and two staircases, the place was empty, no one roamed the corridors. The walls seemed even whiter without anything else. She paused and opened at door halfway down the forth corridor. Stepping inside Patrick realized that this was a hospital; a patient lay on a bed in the middle of the room. Her hair was black and spread across the pillow and her eyes were shut and the slightest shade pinker than her pale face. She looked so peaceful, and if Patrick hadn’t known he was in a hospital he wouldn’t have thought there was anything wrong with her. Cristina walked around the bed and pulled a chart out of her end. She studied it for a while, and walked over to the drip feeding out of the girls arm. Patrick didn’t know what was keeping him there, Cristina wasn’t paying attention and she hadn’t locked the door. Maybe Patrick didn’t want to leave, as crazy as it sounds, maybe he wanted stay because without adventure, life is boring.
“Why don’t you run?” Cristina said her back turned.
“Why run if no one is waiting for you when you return?”
She turned and looked at him, her eyebrow furrowed in confusion. “What about Pete?”
“He doesn’t care,” Patrick said calmly while he felt like crying, “He never did.”
Cristina looked at him almost pitifully before putting on her hard exterior, “Hmph.”
“What is wrong with her?” Patrick asked jesturing toward the bed.
“Her, she,” Cristina swallowed, “She got attacked by a ghost.”
“A ghost?”
“Yeah, nasty little buggers. It haunted her in her sleep and threw things at her till she went crazy and ended up here.”
“Ghosts can do that?”
“Yeah,” Her hair fell over her face and she turned and walked out into the corridor, “I have one more patient to go and see.”
He followed her into the next room.
“Are you a doctor?” he asked but Cristina ignored him. His eyes fell on the occupant of this room, he seemed average enough. He had light brown hair and a beard, but he looked about twenty. Patrick looked at the chart. Spencer Smith, why did that ring a bell? Cristina snatched the chart from its holder.
“Don’t look at that,”
Patrick retreated back to the door while Cristina looked over Spencer. Once she was finished, she grabbed his arm and pulled him along the corridor. She ran up a staircase till she got the top. They walked down another corridor, which was drastically different to the pervious ones. It had a lush carpet and paintings on the wooden walls. It looked like something out of a manor. She led him straight to the end, till she came to a door with a plack that said, Ville Valo. Patrick shuddered; he could tell this wasn’t going to be a fun visit.
Adam lead Pete through to door to another room. This one was full of photographs. Some were spread over tables and some where lying on the floor, others were stuck to the walls,
“This kind of reminds me of Saturday,” Pete commented.
“Yeah,” Adam agreed.
Pete walked through the room and picked up one. It was a picture of him and Patrick at the amusement park, before it happened, before he got turned.
Flashback
Pete aimed squinting his eyes a little. His hands shooks slightly as he took in his target. Bright eyes and bright fur, the aimed at smiled cheerfully at him. Pete’s finger shook at he pulled at the trigger, taking a deep breath he pulled the finger back.
“Pete! You did it!”
Pete put the gun down and turned to his boyfriend. Patrick’s eyes were shining merrily, at he grinned at Pete.
“Sir?” Pete turned to the guy behind the stall and received the giant teddy bear.
He turned back to Patrick and pasted the teddy on.
“What shall we call our first born, ‘Tricky?”
Patrick chuckled, “I don’t know, Panda, Why don’t you tell me?”
“Can we call it Winston?”
“Winston?”
“Please?” Pete pouted at Patrick, who smiled fondly back at him.
“Fine, but if he gets bullied by the other bears, I’m blaming you.”
Pete pulled Patrick into a sloppy kiss, “I knew you’d agree. You’re the bestest wife ever!”
Patrick laughed, “You still need to propose.”
Pete looked at Patrick curiously,” Tricky?”
“Yes…”
got down on one knee and looked up at Patrick earnestly, “Will you be my wife?”
Patrick pulled him into a passionate kiss, “Always.”
End Flashback
“Kid?” Adam waved a hand over Pete’s face, “You Okay Kid?”
“Adam,” Pete looked over at the dark haired man, “I miss ‘Tricky.”
Adam pulled into a hug, “Me Too,” he said petting Pete’s hair, “Me too.”
“Hey!”
Pete opened his eyes, someone was standing above him.
“That’s my I pod!” the person said looking pissed.
Pete sat up and stared at the newcomer with a bored expression, “So?”
“So I want it back.”
“No,” Pete said because quite frankly he was bored and in need of some drama.
“No? No?” The person spluttered, “Do you know who I am, kid?”
“Clearly not,” Pete replied emotionlessly.
The still unidentified person sat down next to Pete, “You annoy me.”
“And yet you’re still here.”
He surveyed Pete amusingly, “I’m Adam Gontier, but call me Adam.”
“Okay.. I’m Pete.”
“I know.”
“How?”
“I’m in your head. Of course I know your name.”
“Wait this is my head?” Pete looked around, “It’s empty,”
Adam looked at Pete curiously, “Or maybe you’re not looking right.”
“huh?”
“Close you’re eyes.”
“No, you’ll rape me.”
Adam chuckled, “Don’t flattered yourself, now close them.”
Pete obeyed.
“Okay, now what do you see?” Adam asked.
“Nothing, my eyes are shut!”
“Well, then open them.”
Pete swallowed his doubt and opened his eyes. He was in a room, the walls were painted white but there was black writing on them. He was sitting on a wooden floor, and Adam was sitting on a chair beside him.
“Hmm, there you go,” Adam vaguely pointed toward the walls, “these are your lyrics.”
Pete stood up and read some, “Yeah they are, but why are they here?”
“Cos’ there’re in your head and anything that is in your head is in here.”
“Okay,,, but my head isn’t just made up of lyrics.”
“Yeah,” Adam stood up and headed for a door Pete hadn’t noticed was there, “Come on.”
Patrick was still sitting in the same room when Cristina returned. Smiling sweetly at him she sat down beside him.
“So you really don’t know?”
“No.”
“Right….” She said but Patrick was sure she was humoring him.
She sighed, and stood up, “Come on.”
“Where?”
She looked at him. “Why would I tell you that?”
He shrugged and followed her out of the room. She lead him down three corridor and two staircases, the place was empty, no one roamed the corridors. The walls seemed even whiter without anything else. She paused and opened at door halfway down the forth corridor. Stepping inside Patrick realized that this was a hospital; a patient lay on a bed in the middle of the room. Her hair was black and spread across the pillow and her eyes were shut and the slightest shade pinker than her pale face. She looked so peaceful, and if Patrick hadn’t known he was in a hospital he wouldn’t have thought there was anything wrong with her. Cristina walked around the bed and pulled a chart out of her end. She studied it for a while, and walked over to the drip feeding out of the girls arm. Patrick didn’t know what was keeping him there, Cristina wasn’t paying attention and she hadn’t locked the door. Maybe Patrick didn’t want to leave, as crazy as it sounds, maybe he wanted stay because without adventure, life is boring.
“Why don’t you run?” Cristina said her back turned.
“Why run if no one is waiting for you when you return?”
She turned and looked at him, her eyebrow furrowed in confusion. “What about Pete?”
“He doesn’t care,” Patrick said calmly while he felt like crying, “He never did.”
Cristina looked at him almost pitifully before putting on her hard exterior, “Hmph.”
“What is wrong with her?” Patrick asked jesturing toward the bed.
“Her, she,” Cristina swallowed, “She got attacked by a ghost.”
“A ghost?”
“Yeah, nasty little buggers. It haunted her in her sleep and threw things at her till she went crazy and ended up here.”
“Ghosts can do that?”
“Yeah,” Her hair fell over her face and she turned and walked out into the corridor, “I have one more patient to go and see.”
He followed her into the next room.
“Are you a doctor?” he asked but Cristina ignored him. His eyes fell on the occupant of this room, he seemed average enough. He had light brown hair and a beard, but he looked about twenty. Patrick looked at the chart. Spencer Smith, why did that ring a bell? Cristina snatched the chart from its holder.
“Don’t look at that,”
Patrick retreated back to the door while Cristina looked over Spencer. Once she was finished, she grabbed his arm and pulled him along the corridor. She ran up a staircase till she got the top. They walked down another corridor, which was drastically different to the pervious ones. It had a lush carpet and paintings on the wooden walls. It looked like something out of a manor. She led him straight to the end, till she came to a door with a plack that said, Ville Valo. Patrick shuddered; he could tell this wasn’t going to be a fun visit.
Adam lead Pete through to door to another room. This one was full of photographs. Some were spread over tables and some where lying on the floor, others were stuck to the walls,
“This kind of reminds me of Saturday,” Pete commented.
“Yeah,” Adam agreed.
Pete walked through the room and picked up one. It was a picture of him and Patrick at the amusement park, before it happened, before he got turned.
Flashback
Pete aimed squinting his eyes a little. His hands shooks slightly as he took in his target. Bright eyes and bright fur, the aimed at smiled cheerfully at him. Pete’s finger shook at he pulled at the trigger, taking a deep breath he pulled the finger back.
“Pete! You did it!”
Pete put the gun down and turned to his boyfriend. Patrick’s eyes were shining merrily, at he grinned at Pete.
“Sir?” Pete turned to the guy behind the stall and received the giant teddy bear.
He turned back to Patrick and pasted the teddy on.
“What shall we call our first born, ‘Tricky?”
Patrick chuckled, “I don’t know, Panda, Why don’t you tell me?”
“Can we call it Winston?”
“Winston?”
“Please?” Pete pouted at Patrick, who smiled fondly back at him.
“Fine, but if he gets bullied by the other bears, I’m blaming you.”
Pete pulled Patrick into a sloppy kiss, “I knew you’d agree. You’re the bestest wife ever!”
Patrick laughed, “You still need to propose.”
Pete looked at Patrick curiously,” Tricky?”
“Yes…”
got down on one knee and looked up at Patrick earnestly, “Will you be my wife?”
Patrick pulled him into a passionate kiss, “Always.”
End Flashback
“Kid?” Adam waved a hand over Pete’s face, “You Okay Kid?”
“Adam,” Pete looked over at the dark haired man, “I miss ‘Tricky.”
Adam pulled into a hug, “Me Too,” he said petting Pete’s hair, “Me too.”