The aftermath || Sam and Colby

The prank aftermath

(TW: Self harm)

Colby was sitting on his bed, consumed by guilt. Seeing the fear in Sam's eyes during the prank and witnessing his friend's emotional turmoil had made Colby question his own judgment.

They wew still avoiding each other. The once lively house became a battleground of cold stares and unspoken accusations. Sam spent his days holed up in his room, his blue eyes clouded with anger and hurt, while Colby nervously paced around, his brown hair falling over his remorseful eyes.

The only times they interacted were during their weekly arguments, which often ended with Sam storming off, leaving Colby to wonder if their friendship could ever be repaired.

"How could you, Pepper?" Colby muttered, feeling a mix of betrayal and frustration. It had been a day since Sam had upploded the fotage to the internet, and Colby still haven't gotten an answar from him. Colby sat himself up in his bed, called his accomplice, his voice trembling with anger.

"Hey, Colby, what's up?" Pepper answered, his tone surprisingly cheerful.

"You know what's up! Why did you post that video yesterday? I told you to keep it private!" Colby's voice cracked as he tried to keep his emotions in check.

Pepper's tone turned defensive. "Oh, come on, Colby! It's been a while, and the video is hilarious! Our audience will love it. We need something big like this to spice up our channels."

"But Sam... he's not okay with it. You saw how he reacted during the prank. He's been distant ever since. I thought we agreed to bury this footage!" Colby pleaded, his anxiety rising.

"Chill, man! It's just a prank, and everyone knows it. Sam will get over it, and if he doesn't, well, that's his problem. We need this for our channel's growth," Pepper argued, showing no signs of remorse.

Colby ended the call, feeling betrayed and furious. He knew he had to confront Sam, But he didn't want Sam to know that everyone in the world could see his mental breakdown. As he stepped out of his room, walking down the hallway, until he saw that Sam's door were opend. He could see Sam sitting his bed, his eyes glued to the video on his laptop, his face a mask of rage.

"I can't believe you did this, Colby!" Sam shouted, his voice filled with hurt and anger. "You know how I felt after that prank, and now you're throwing it out there for everyone to see? Do you even care about me?"

Colby stood there, frozen, unable to find the right words. "I... I thought it would be funny. I never meant to hurt you, Sam. I know I messed up, and I'm truly sorry. I should've stopped Pepper from posting it."

"Sorry? Sorry doesn't cut it, Colby!" Sam's voice rose. "You and Sam planned this, and now you're trying to act like it's all a big joke. Well, it's not funny to me!"

Colby's eyes welled up with tears. "I know, Sam. I'm genuinely sorry. I was so caught up in the idea of making our channel popular that I lost sight of what matters. I never wanted to hurt you, and I swear I'll make it up to you."

Sam's anger softened slightly as he saw the genuine remorse on Colby's face. "You don't understand, Colby. That prank brought up feelings I haven't dealt with. I thought I could trust you, but you betrayed that trust. It's not just about the video, it's about everything that led up to this."

Sam said as he got up from his spot on hos bed and started walking twords his bathroom, locking the door behind him. Colby sat there on Sam's bed, alone, looking around the mess that was all over the place. It was full of emty beer cans, clothes everywhere, old food that was barly eaten, more alcohol. Colby turned down his head to rub his eyes, wishing he could turn back time somehow.
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Colby had been laying inside of his own room for the last hour, scrolling trough comments on the video Pepper had realised. Like 10% of the people was sure that Sam was in on it and that it was all fake, but the other 90% was alot worse. Every fan was turning on me, calling me a disgusting human being and an even worse friend.

Colby had tears storming down his face when he finally took the phone away from his eyes, turning the video of. The worst thing of it all was that Colby knew they were right, he had offred his best friend's mental health for a prank on youtube, that also made everyone hate him.

Hours ticked by, Colby was waiting for the other roommates to leave so he could go out and try talking with Sam again. And when the other roommates finally left to go out, Colby felt exhausted, still emotionally drained from his and Sam's argument and worried for Sam. He got up from his spot on the bed and walked over twords Sam's room. He approached the door hesitantly. "Sam, can we talk?"

No answer.

An ache of unease twisted in his stomach as he pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit, but he could spot Sam sitting on the bed, arms wrapped tightly around his knees. Head down between them. Colby's heart dropped when he noticed the sharp glint of something on Sam's forearm.

"Sam..?" Colby's voice wavered, filled with concern. He moved closer to see clearly if he saw right. And he saw it again, the red lines running across his best friend's skin, covering old scars. It was a sight he had feared, an unmistakable sign that Sam had hurt himself.

Sam shot his slight up twords Colby, just now noticing his precents. He despretly tryed to hide his arms. "I...," Was all he could get out of himself, his voice barely above a whisper.

Colby sat down besides Sam, leaving a little room between them. "Why?" Was all Colby could think of asking. He needed answars.

"You know why" Sam said, anger raising up in his voice.

Colby felt a feeling inside of him that he never felt before, it feelt like guilt but onehindred procent worse. He had made his best friend, his other half, cutting himself. Colby felt tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes.

"But why did you do it?" Colby asked.

"I relapsed, no big deal, you don't seem to care about me anyways." Sam said while rolling his eyes. Looking at Colby with an broken heart.

"Relapsed?" Colby questioned. Had Sam been doing this before? And how didn't he know about it?

"Well yeah, i started when i was twelwe, did everything in my power to stop when i was twenty, and now im right back into it" Sam said, laughing a little at himself, how the fuck would he get out of it this time? This last weeks had been worse then ever before, he had been realapsing almost every day, somethimes more then once a day. And Colby just sat there, stairing.

"I... i didn't know about that"

"Well if you cared enough you would have asked"

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