Please Don't Go (Scömìche)

Gone

     The next morning I woke up in the uncomfortable chair by the door. I looked at the clock, and it said 8:32. I jumped up and went to Mitch's room to make sure he was back. I opened the door and saw the room was exactly like it was the day before.
     Maybe he slept on an air mattress with the rest of the band, I thought. I headed into the room where they all were, and Mitch wasn't in sight. I immediately woke up Kirstie by shaking her mattress.
     "Geez, you scared me Scott," she said and yawned.
     "Where's Mitch?" I said a little too loudly. Esther rolled over on the mattress next to Kirstie, causing Avi to wake up, who was next to her. He sat up and so did Kevin when he heard everyone making so much noise.
     "Nice going you woke everyone up," Kirstie said jokingly.
    "What's wrong?" Avi asked once he saw I was so uneasy.
"Mitch is gone!" I burst out.
"He can't just be gone," Kevin said, looking around the room as if Mitch would appear out of thin air.
"Just text him Scott, he's aviously gone for a reason. You talked to him last night and he was okay right?" Esther said.
"You're right, he's fine. I'm overreacting. He's fine," I said, but I was mostly trying to convince myself. I quickly grabbed my phone and asked him where he was. I waited for a reply. I paced the room, waiting. After a while I needed food, so I made a bowl of some cereal I found in the back of the cupboard and ate it. Even after that there was still no reply. It just said 'delivered'. I checked his Twitter, and saw that he'd been active recently, but it was before he had gone on a walk. I checked most of his social media, and they all had the same result, nothing from after he left. The last one I checked was his snap chat.
He has to have something here just please! I thought as I slowly moved my finger towards snapchat.
I opened the app and saw, that there was something from him after he left! I taped his story and something flashed by so fast, I barely saw it the first time. I rewatched it. It was definitely Mitch, and he was saying something. I turned up the volume, but couldn't make out what it said.
This is the only thing he's updated since he went on that walk? Just a short snap that has no meaning? Maybe Kirstie can figure out what he said in it.
I walked back to where everyone else was and showed Kirstie the snap.
"It sounded like he was saying a few words, but they're too muffled," she said, and rolled over to go back to sleep.
"Please, just listen to it again," I said. She climbed out of the blankets on her air mattress and we sat on the couch on the other side of the room. She turned up the volume all the way, and I sat impatiently, waiting for her to tell me what Mitch was saying.
"Uhh Scott?" she said.
"What did Mitch say?" I asked.
"He said, very quickly, 'help!'"
My jaw dropped, I almost passed out, threw up, and had a heart attack at the same time.
"Did he respond to your text?" she asked, and I took my phone from her and checked.
"He didn't," I said and handed it to her so she could see.
"But look! He read it!" Kirstie pointed to my phone and the message which said delivered before, now said 'read at 9:14 am'.
     "This makes no sense, Mitch always replies to something as important as this! He never does this!" I started to yell and Kirstie grabbed her phone to call the police. Right before she did, she texted Mitch herself. I peered over her shoulder as she typed 'Mitchell Coby Michael Grassi get over here now' and sent it to him.
     "How long do we wait for him to reply?" I asked.
     "10 minutes and we're calling the police," Kirstie said, trying to sound sure of herself but I knew she was just as scared as I. We'd both known him for what felt like our whole lives, we couldn't lose him.
     Those 10 minutes were the longest of my life. It went from Mitch taking a casual walk to him being missing. I sat on that couch remembering how he smiled at me the day before when we were about to go on stage again. His smiles were contagious, everyone smiles along with him. I remembered the way he always brushed his blonde hair back into place, the way his laugh sounded.
     Losing him would be like losing one of the only things that made me want to live forever.
     After the 10 minutes were over, we saw that like with my text, it was read. There was no reply.

This one was a bit longer than the first one so yay! I'm going to try to write every day, but sometimes during the week I may not update because of school and stuff. Okay, as always thank you for reading!
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~Sam💖