Forget me || Sam Golbach

11

"What?" I stuttered when he repeated it again.
"I need to hide. You need to help me" his teeth were chattering, and then I noticed how cold he looked.
"No Sam" I rubbed my hands together as I noticed how cold the house was getting since he stepped foot in here.
"Y/n please!" and he suddenly dropped to his knees and the scene made me scoff.
"Sam leave or I'm calling the fucking cops!". And then any sound that was coming from him stopped. All this whimpering and begging was gone. I stared down at him confused before he head slowly crooked upwards, his eyes dilated and were burning suddenly on mine. My eyes widened and my lips parted at the sight of him literally crawling towards me.
"Sam what the fuck are you doing" I screamed almost falling down while trying to get away from him. This had to be a fucking dream cause aint no way this was actually happening. I gave up the running backwards and turned around and ran for the bathroom. I locked myself in it and got as far as possible from the door that was getting banged unstoppably. This was madness and no one was going to believe that shit. I buried my face with my hands, accepting that any moment now the door would bust open. But it didnt. The banging and scratching stopped. I peeked at the room I was in, with my hands still in my face. I took a moment before I slowly got up from the tub and hesitantly approached the door and placed my ear, trying to detect any noise I could, but nothing. It was dead silence. I sat back on the ground, eyes not leaving the door before I felt my phone in my back pocket. I cursed to myself and typed the only person's number I thought would believe me.

I didn't leave the bathroom until I heard Colby's voice coming from the entrance of the house. I hesitated but called back and slowly unlocked the door, to a shocked Colby, his eyes stuck on the door. I took a look and my jaw dropped. This wasn't a dream or a hallucination, because the door was covered in scratches and big punching prints. I breathed and dragged him inside the room, and locked the door behind me again.

He sat there with his eyes focused on me, listening to the words that left my mouth. I didn't expect him to believe that his best friend acted the way he did. But he did believe me. Everytime I paused to collect my thoughts, his eyes searched for anything on my face expressions that could help with the questions he waited to make. As I finished my last sentence, he was now looking at the bathroom floor he was sitting on. He took a moment to look up to me and when he did, his eyes were filled with tears. Before I could even act he wrapped his arms around me. And we stayed like this for a while. I didn't know what he was thinking of or what he was planning on doing. He didnt say a word except apologizing. I didn't know what to do so I just hugged him tighter.
"I want the old Sam back".

All night I stood outside on my balcony, watching the lights go off in people's houses, one by one. Colby had left a few hours earlier, after cooking me dinner which I never touched. My mind wouldn't let go of the fact that Sam had actually something that was wrong with him. And it wasn't an act. It was really something that you see only in movies and never expect to experience in real life. Especially with someone you loved. Or still do. My hands covered my mouth as the sobs became louder and I went back inside.
A moment passed before I realized I was not the only one in my room. I instantly grabbed the kitchen knife that was on the bedside table Colby had left with some of the chicken he made me.
"Who's there" my voice weak but loud.
And then, I saw his face step out from the dark corner he was in. A gasp left my mouth at his poor looking figure. Sam was much thinner, his arms and legs almost to the bone, his face so thin making his jawline look so sharp. And his eye bags looking worse than ever. I couldnt see too clearly but his eyes were for sure filled with tears that were falling down on my small carpet. I didn't know if I was going to hug him or run away from him this time again. My body stayed still as I looked at him look at me, not a single sight of evil plastered on his face. I felt the same heartache I felt everytime he hurt me back then, and realized I wasnt over it.
"I'm sorry" he whispered through his silent sobs. And after a few seconds, walked out the door. After I heard the entrance door close downstairs, I let my knees give up and collapsed to the floor letting out every scream and tear I've been keeping in.

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YALL IK WHAT U PROBABLY THINKING RN BUT TRUST THE PROCESS. It's a sci-fi fic, that's why all of that possessed shits happening. Plus its Sam lets be fr he'd get himself in a position like this💀. Anyways thank u for all the support more drama's on the way😚