Please Don't Go (Scömìche)

Back Into The Woods

The next day, we all sat around and moped. I still stayed silent the whole time, I didn't talk to anyone. The others stopped talking too, only talking if necessary. We all ate very little, especially me. I sat on the old brown couch and stared at the ground for most of the day. The carpet design gave me a headache eventually, so I walked in circles, through one room, into the next, and then repeating it. It was Kevin who stopped me.
"Pentaholics," he said to me, and I stopped in my tracks.
I got my phone and went on Instagram for a few minutes. I hadn't realized before that the pentaholics would be going crazy because none of us had been on social media after the snap of Mitch saying help. They were, and I saw that many people posted the video. I quickly found a random picture of Mitch and I and posted it with the caption of:
"Currently we are unaware of where Mitch is, so if any of you see him be sure to tell him to come back to LA immediately"
I tried to make it seem like everything was okay, but it wasn't and everyone knew that. All of our Instagrams blew up, and we didn't know what to do. I sat reloading a specific hashtag, #TheSesrchForMitch. Someone had made it so that awareness of Mitch would spread.
Reload after reload after reload. I liked every single picture in that hashtag. Kirstie came in and talked to me for a while, me just nodding to show I was listening.
Avi came in and told us dinner was ready, and we came out to eat at the table. We were together, but one person was missing.
Mitchell Coby Michael Grassi. His laugh, his smile, none of it was there. I quickly ate what was on my plate without looking at it, for all food tasted the same, and then I left. I sat on the couch staring at the carpet again.
When it got dark, we all got ready for bed. I put a pillow on my chair to make it a little more comfortable, and grabbed a blanket too. I drifted off to sleep, but the refrigerator making ice woke me up. I couldn't fall asleep, so I just sat there, like I had done the whole day. Except it was different.
My brain took over and I was rushing out the door, going back in the forest. Running. Nothing could stop me from finding Mitch that time, nothing. I wasn't going to lose him without a fight.
I remember the cold wind rushing across my face. I ran and ran, screaming Mitch's name. I couldn't stop, but I didn't want to anyway. But I couldn't go forever.
After a while, I dropped to the ground, unable to run any further. I lay on the cold ground and cried. I let out all the anger and sadness.
"Mitch. WHY DID YOU LEAVE! WHY! COME BACK! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU BY MY SIDE. Please..." I said as tears streamed down my face. After a few minutes, I got up and ran again. Ran and ran, through the forest, tree branches slapping my face.
And thats when I saw him.

Ooooo suspension. Ok I know you guys probably think this is going to end sadly and make everyone cry but the one thing I can promise with this book is a happy ending. I promise it. Anyway, thanks for reading.
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~Sam 💚💙💚💙💚💙