when i'm fucked up, that's the real me

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Currently I was laying on the couch, in the middle of watching the movie The Scream, at the part when the killer was closing in on its next victim,  and was about to fall asleep after a long day when I heard the door start to open. Being the idiot I am, I practically fell off the couch. My eyes weren't exactly adjusted to the darkness so I had no idea who it was but I wasn't taking any chances. I dashed to my room and hid behind the bed. I stayed there, like Medusa personally turned me into stone as I heard footsteps. The footsteps came closer to the door, the floorboard creaking slightly under the weight and pressure of the footsteps. I bit my lip, trying my best not to make any noise until I heard that damn voice. "Mitch? You in here?" I stood up glaring at him. 

"Damn it Scott! You nearly have me a heart attack!" I yelled at him, but it just made him laugh. 

"You knew I had a key". I stood there quietly. That is true... I sighed 

"yea, whatever. How come you came over?" I looked into his bright blue eyes.

He laughed a little nervously "I kinda got into a fight with..someone...and I was wondering if I could sleep here tonight". Great. Now i feel bad for him. 

"sure Scottie" I smile, causing him to grin. I sat don on my bed feeling kind of dizzy. 

"you okay Mitch?"Scott asked sitting next to me with a worried look. I simply nodded in return. 

"yeah, I'm just..going to use the bathroom really quick." It was his turn to nod as I walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. 

 I sighed and drew in another shaky breath. this was going to be a long night...

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