Brendon's P.O.V:
"Urie, get up!" The guard shouted as my feet touched the cold floor. I stood by the door and groaned. What are they doing to me now, I thought to myself.

"They're gonna take you in for questioning." The guard said as he took me to an enclosed room. A woman was sitting down with a folder in her hands.

"Hello Mr. Urie."

"Brendon is fine." I said as I took a seat.

"What do you know about Sarah Orzechowski?" The woman asked as my eyes gleamed with joy.

I cleared my throat then said, "Um, she's my good friend. The only person who really cares about me."

"Well, she came to visit you earlier today."

"What? The last time I talked to her was last month." I said in confusion.

"Yeah, she decided she didn't wanna see you. I think the word she used to describe you was 'maniac'." The woman said with an evil smirk on her face.

"No, but Sarah loves me. She wouldn't say that. I know her." I said with a scoff. I started to pace back and forth repeating, "No, she wouldn't do that. No, no, no."

"Would you please take Brendon back to his room?" The woman said to the guard. I kicked the wall and screamed.

TRIGGER WARNING !

I was pacing across my room, trying to calm down. I tried to resist the urge to hurt myself. I couldn't handle it. I grabbed a piece of glass from the window I broke a few weeks ago. I pressed the glass against my skin until I saw a drip of blood. I felt relieved in a way.

Sarah's P.O.V:

I stayed up all night, thinking of a way to get Brendon out of there. After a few hours, I came up with a brilliant plan. My first step was to get a man on the inside. The next day, I drove to the asylum and parked across the street. I didn't come out of my car until I saw the perfect bait.

I casually walked out of my car and bumped into a tall man walking past me.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there." He said to me.

"Am I that short?" I said to him, giggling.

"Are you serious? I would kill to be short! Do you know how many times people have asked me, 'Dallon can you grab that for me?' I hate being tall!" He said in a serious tone.

"Dallon. Cool name. I'm Sarah. Sarah Orzechowski." I said as I gave him a high five.

"What's the haps! I am so sorry. I regretted saying that once I heard it come out of my mouth haha. I tried to sound cool but I ended up sounding like some lame dad." Dallon said as he sighed. I couldn't stop laughing.

"I'll just pretend I didn't hear you say that." I said as I continued to laugh. Dallon and I ended up going to my house.

"You got a cool place." Dallon said as he examined every room in my house.

"So, what do you do for a living?" I asked Dallon.

"Oh, I work at the asylum as a doctor." Dallon said as he took a sip of his beer.

"That must be fun.." I said with a grin.

"Do you mean that in a good way or a bad way?" Dallon asked.

"You can't tell me you 'love' your job! Aren't you scared of those crazy people?" I asked in fear.

"Don't worry about me Sarah. I'm a big boy." Dallon said as he chuckled.

"One of my friends got taken to the asylum a while ago, Brendon Urie. You ever heard of him?" Dallon asked as my chest got tight.

"Um, yeah. I've heard of him before." I said just as my heart dropped.

"He's a pretty cool guy. I don't think he belongs in that place. I mean, haven't we all done things we regret?" Dallon said as a smile formed on his face.

"Sorry Sarah but I have to get going." Dallon said as he grabbed his coat.

"NO! I mean, don't leave just yet. Let's.. play a game. A board game!" I grabbed the same board game that Brendon and I played together. *war flashbacks ahshshxhhs*

"Yeah, yeah. That sounds fun. Did you know that board games first started in China?"

"Really?" I asked him.

"Y-Yeah. Totally."

I sat down next to Dallon and as he moved his hand closer to mine, I suddenly realized busting Brendon out of the asylum just got a whole lot easier.