there was something bad going on in your house, patrick knew that by the bruises he’d find on your body or when you’d ask randomly to stay the night. he never pushed it but now he was getting worried. recently you had been coming to school high a lot, passing out in classes and even skipping school some days. now you were at hughie’s house for a party, half an hour ago you said you were going to the toilet but when you still weren’t back patrick came to check on you. on his stroll to the bathroom he saw you sitting o the railing with a joint in your hand staring off into the distance