The aftermath || Sam and Colby

Revange prank

(TW: Suicide)

The sun peeked in brightly through the window, casting a warm glow on Sam's pale face as he lay in his bed, scrolling through his phone. It had been a week since his and Colby's talk, a week filled with tension and unspoken words between him and Colby. They shared a close bond as best friends and roommates, but sadly not anymore.

Sam couldn't shake off the image of Colby's terrified expression when he realized what the prank had driven Sam to.

"I can't believe he thought it was a good idea" Sam thought to himself, his brain laced with anger and regret. He replayed the video of the prank on his phone, watching his own fear turn to relief when he discovered it was all a setup, and then to anger when he realized Colby had been in on it. Colby's brown eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, now held a deep sadness as he went up to hug Sam.

"We need to make things right" Sam whispered, his determination growing. He knew Colby well, perhaps better than anyone else. They had shared countless adventures, pranks, and inside jokes over the years. But this time, Colby had crossed a line, and he needed to make amends.

But the anger inside of him had other ideas. Sam's mind began to formulate a plan, a prank of his own, one that would hopefully teach Colby a lesson and ease the guilt that had been eating away at him. He knew Colby's biggest fear, the thought of losing someone close to him, and he decided to use it as the basis for his revenge prank.

With a newfound purpose, Sam sprang into action. He began by writing down a series of fake text messages, pretending to be in a dark and depressed state. And the good thing was he could just write down what he really felt, so it would be easy. He sent them to their mutual friends and roommates, asking them to keep it a secret from Colby. Sam knew this would be risky, especially considering his own history with mental health struggles, but he was determined to see it through.

As the days went by, Sam carefully curated his 'act', gradually becoming more distant and withdrawn from Colby, or more then usuall. Colby, sensing something was amiss, tried to reach out, but Sam shut him out, his blue eyes cold and unreadable.

"What's going on with you, man?" Colby asked one evening as they passed each other in the hallway. "You've been acting weird ever since our talk"

Sam paused, his hand on the doorknob to his bedroom. He turned to face Colby, his expression dead. "Nothinh. I just need some space, that's all."

Colby's face fell, and Sam could see the hurt in his eyes. "Space? From me? Come on, Sam, we're best friends. We've been through so much together. Can't you just tell me what's bothering you?"

Sam could feel anger rise up inside of him again. "I'll talk to you when I'm ready, remember this is YOUR faul." he said, his tone harsher than he intended. With that, he closed the door, leaving Colby alone in the hallway, regretfull and worried.

Days turned into a week, and Colby's concern grew. He tried to respect Sam's request for space, but it tore him apart inside. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Colby reached out to their other roommates, hoping to find some answers, but they were just as confused as he was.

One afternoon, Colby stumbled upon a note on the kitchen desk, left intentionally in plain sight. It was a goodbye letter, addressed to Colby and the rest of their friends.

'I can't do this anymore,' the letter read. 'I'm tired of fighting battles in my head. You all deserve better than me. Please don't blame yourselves. Just remember the good times. Goodbye, Colby. I'm sorry if I let you down.'

Colby's heart sank as he read the words, his hands shaking. He rushed up the stairs twords Sam's room, bursting through the door without hesitation. But the room was empty, the faint scent of Sam's cologne lingering in the air. Colby's eyes darted around, searching for any sign of his friend.

"Sam!" Colby called out, his voice hoarse with panic. "Where are you? This isn't funny, man! Don't do this to me!"

Just then, Colby's phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. It was a single image, a photograph of Sam standing on the edge of a bridge, his blond hair blowing in the wind, and a haunting smile on his face. Colby's breath caught in his throat as he realized the implication.

Without a second thought, Colby raced out of the house, his heart pounding. He knew the city like the back of his hand, and he headed straight for the bridge, praying he wasn't too late. As he approached, he spotted a small crowd gathered underneath the brige, their faces filled with concern.

"Sam!" Colby shouted, He reached the edge of the bridge and saw Sam standing there, his eyes closed, as if in deep contemplation.

"Don't move, Sam!" Colby called out, his voice breaking. "Please, just talk to me! I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry for everything!"

Sam opened his eyes, a hint of amusement flashing across his face. "Colby, what are you doing here?" he asked, feigning confusion.

Colby's knees buckled with relief, and he took a moment to steady himself. "You know exactly what I'm doing here, you idiot!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with both anger and joy. "Don't you ever scare me like that again!"

Sam laughed, a genuine sound that had been missing from their home for far too long. "I'm sorry, did i scare you? It must feel horrible to see your best friend die right?"

Colby's expression turned into a mix of anger and shock, and he took a step forward, placing a hand on Sam's shoulder. "I get it, I do. But this was a step too far, Sam. We're supposed to be a team, remember?"

Sam looked deep into Colby's eyes. "Oh? I went too far for you? I just wanted you to understand how I felt after the prank"

Colby's gaze intensified, and he pulled Sam into a tight embrace. "I understand, and I'm sorry. We should have talked about it sooner. But let's not do this to each other ever again, okay? No more pranks that mess with our heads."

Sam nodded, his face buried in Colby's shoulder. "From now on, we stick to harmless fun. No more playing with fire."

As they stood there, surrounded by the concerned onlookers, Colby and Sam shared a moment of understanding and forgiveness. It was a turning point in their friendship, a reminder that sometimes the pranks and jokes had to take a back seat to the deeper bonds they shared.

In the weeks that followed, Sam and Colby worked on rebuilding their friendship, opening up about their fears and insecurities. Colby helped Sam build up his mental health again, hiding all the sharp objects from him and always keeping a close eye on him. And their YouTube channel took a new direction, focusing on their adventures they had togheter. The prank war had come to an end, and in its place, a stronger, unbreakable bond was formed.

The end.