Title: Believe Me, It's Easy To Scream When You're Bleeding
Rating: PG-13 (for language, mild violence, and discussion of attempted suicide)
Pairing: General (vague Patrick/Pete)
POV: Third Person (Pete centric)
Summary: Pete vaguely remembers a blind, misguided sort of wishing for his reason for fighting. And then he remembers nothing at all.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction, nothing less, nothing more.
A/N: Just a story I wrote to cure my writer's-block - apparently since Joe!fic is completed my brain feels no need to be creative whatsoever. I don't know how good this is, but it might be part of a master plan. We shall see. This is based heavily on events that occurred involving Pete that we, quite honestly, know nothing about. For evidence/an explanation of such events, just ask me in the comments what the hell it is I'm rambling about, and I'll link you to the entries on Pete's blog that explain these things. Long story short, he got beat up badly, and has never told us how/why/whatthehellevenPeter. This is my version of what might have happened that night, and in the days/weeks following. It came out a little Patrick/Pete ship-y, but not too bad - just consider it misplaced Patrick/Pete BFF angsting. The only other thing I feel I should add is that J-Mont, someone mentioned in this, is an MTV reporter notorious for writing mostly-gossiping articles about our Fall Out Boy. I would be glad to discuss his authenticity as a real person and/or my opinions on him in the comments as well. These scenes are in no order. And, finally, the title and cut text are taken from the demo version of Hedley's "Saturday". (Holy hell this breaks my personal record for "Longest A/N Ever". I apologize.)( But hey, it's just another Saturday. )