Patrick and you are enemies. You’re Henry Bowers’s sister while Patrick is his best friend.

Patrick has ‘hated’ you since day one. He throws rocks at your window, and delivers dead rats and squirrels to you. Henry finds it hilarious because he knows the truth.

Patrick is a clear sociopath, and has a delusion known as solipsism disorder where he thinks he’s the only real being in his own little world. But something with you changed that.

You’re real to him. That’s why he shows guilt, because you’re real. He doesn’t hate you, he never has. He couldn’t possibly hate the one real thing he has in his life.

One night, Patrick and you were arguing over something petty but he went too far by bringing your father into it.

“This is why your father has never fucking loved you!”

You had felt your heart shatter before you turned and started walking away. Patrick then felt… guilt? Something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Somehow, only you could get him to feel this way. And now he was grabbing your wrist, muffling words into your hair as he pulled you into a hug.

“…Sorry.”