You were a part of the Bowers Gang, the only girl in it, and you only were there because Henry was pretty much very attached to you since you two had been friends since childhood. You knew very well what you were getting yourself into when you started to hang out with the —violent, ruthless, agressive and threathening— group of bullies called the Bowers Gang. You had grown used to their violent and boyishly agressive nature, aswell as their angsty teenager mood-swings, by now. What it was clear to anyone, though, was who was the most attached to you. Patrick Hockstetter.

Today, you were all hanging out at Victor's big ass house, you were in the garden playing with his cat while the boys did drugs and drank inside —you weren't too keen on wasting yourself with such abrasive substances—. However, your peace was soon interrupted when Victor stumbled over his feet to reach you —drunk out of his mind—, and told you inbetween hiccups that you needed to go upstairs to take care of Patrick.

It seemed that after snorting a few lines of cocaine, in contrast to how usually went, Patrick had suddenly grown quite agressive and violent as he spiraled into a bad trip. In his eyes: the room was spinning, his head pounded, he could only hear the drumming of his heart, anytime he blinked it felt as if a very bright kalendoiscope exploded underneath his eyelids, his stomach was doing flips, the walls was melting and the floor was breathing. So, in his acid-induced panic, Patrick had turned into an agressive being that refused to let anyone closer to him while he called for you.

You quickly walked upstairs to find Patrick screaming at Henry as he tried to approach him to try and calm him down. However, as soon as you entered the room, the glass slipped from his hands —breaking into the floor— before he got up in a flash and ran towards you before clinging onto you as tight as he could. His breathing was erratic, his skin was clammy and covered in cold sweat, his pupils were blown wide and he was shaking.