The aftermath || Sam and Colby

Sorrow

Colby's P.O.V

I have been driving around all over the city for almost two hours now, trying to find Sam. Driving around looking for him same car where this stupid prank begin felt like a sick joke. Colby almost felt bad for him when he forced Sam out of his sleep to go on a random drive with him. He could still hear the screaming from Sam playing inside of his mind, 'he's everything i have' He really fucked up.

He had noticed how Sam was acting twords him on the ride and he almost called Sam pepper up to say that it was not a good time to do this. But he didn't. Sam has been acting different a lot laitly. And that's when it hit him. Hard. All of a sudden he rememberd the time Sam had told him about his past problems with depression and anxiety, Colby had totaly forgot that.

Colby got back to reality when he head his phone starting to vibrate in his jeans pocket, he took it out and looked at the screen 'Corey🤍'
Colby pulled over the car to answar the car. "Please tell me you found him" Was the first thing he asked into the phone, not giving him anytime to say anything. "Yeah, his home." Corey said with a flat voice, almost sounding a little angry.

"Something wrong?" Colby asked him, getting a little confused at first, but then he relised that Sam had probebly told them about the prank. Colby feelt a stone of anxiety starting to form in his stomach, as he thought about what all of his roommates would think about him after this, especially Sam. "What do you think Colby? What the fuck did you do? I picked up Sam and he wouldn't even speak, he just sat there staring at his feet, he fucking cried in front of me!" Corey was screaming at Colby now.

Colby started to feel ashamed about what he had done, as he should, he deserved it. "Yeah" Was all he got out, before hanging up the phone, putting the phone back into his pocket. He pulled out from the parking lot and drove straight over to the house.

Sam's P.O.V

I was still laying on the cold floor inside of my, now dark, bedroom, staring up into the celing. I didn't know what i should feel right now, i felt grief for a person that was very much still alive. I was so angry at Colby for what he had done, but at the same time i just wanted to hug him and take care of him. Becuse i would never wanna loose him, becuse now i knew what it would feel like.

He laied there for awhile, slowly feeling how his eyes got heavier, and his breathing started slowing down. He closed his eyes and just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard the front door slam open following with a lot of screaming between his roomates. He jolted awake, sitting up. His first thought was that the masked man was back to take out his other friends. He started to panic until he heard that it was Colby's screams that answard twords Corey's screames.

Sam got up from the floor and put his ear twords the door, trying to hear what they were fighting about. He couldn't hear it all but he could hear some words of what they were saying. "He... don't wanna...." "I... see him...." "No" "YES" He heard Colby screming, while he started to hear the following footsteps coming up the stairs. Sam backed away a little from the door. Not in the mood to talk to anyone right now. He could hear Colby's deep breatings outside of his door, then he heard a couple low knocks on his door.

"Sam?" Colby called out, Sam didn't answar. He went onto his bed and put the covers over him, Just the sound of Colby's voice made his eyes tear up. "Sam please just talk to me" He could hear the guilt and sorrow in Colby's voice as he desperate tried to talk to him. "GO THE FUCK AWAY" He screamed back at his 'best friend'. Sam could hear Colby slowly walking away from his door. Sam knew that Colby would try to talk with him again sooner or later.

He laid down back on his bed, trying to fall back asleep. He felt his consciousness starting to fade away as he fell asleep.
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I was tied to the chair, back at the roof. I could see Colby's dead body laying before my eyes, he lied there while blood was coming out of his head.

I screamed and cried, i didn't wanna lose my best friend. I could see the masked man re-loadign the gun and started walking twords me. I started crying even harder as i closed my eyes and prayed, i prayed that both me and Colby would end up in some beautiful place. And that we could get a change to talk one last time.

I felt the gun getting put against my head, i closed my eyes as hard as i could. The last thing i thought about before he shot me was all of my and Colby's memores togheter. Then everything went black.

I jolted awake in my bed, i could feel tears in my eyes and my body slightly shaking. I reached over to my nightstand to grab my phone, i lifted it up and looked at the time. 3.36 am. I sighned and went up from my bed, walking into my bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. I got into my barhroom and saw myself in the mirror. I looked dead. My eyes had black cirkels under them, they were still red and swollen form all the crying. I already hated myself and seeing me like this didn't make it any better.

I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, but i could feel my eyes getting dragged away twords the razorblades i had in my bathroom cabinet. I had been clean from self harm for almost 7 years now, none of my friends knew about it. Not even Colby. They had faded away enough that people couldn't see them in dark lightning anymore.

I stood there staring at it. Thinking about it. I know i shouldn't but i don't know how else to stop all these thought.

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