Please Don't Go (Scömìche)

There

     There he was. He looked exactly like he did in my dream. He turned his head towards me and I just stood there, my mouth open in shock. I didn't know whether I should run to Mitch or to stay there. I could run and get everyone... But what if they forget it's Mitch and try to kill him because he's a... Whatever he is.
     I walked a little closer, and saw he looked a lot like a zombie from a scary movie. Mitch looked more like he did in Aha!, though. I decided to see what he would do if I got closer to him.
     I walked closer and closer, and Mitch didn't move. He was just staring at me. I saw that Mitch was holding his phone. I realized that's why he read the texts Kirstie and I had sent earlier, but I wondered why he couldn't reply.
     The whole thing was overwhelming and confusing. I didn't understand what happened to Mitch to make him this way or why he looked like he wanted to kill me. He knows it's me right? I asked myself. Once I had gotten close enough, I decided to back away. I knew he was okay, and that's what I wanted. I ran back home so I could researched zombies.
     One article that seemed pretty real, well as real as it could get, said that zombies could be killed pretty easily. I angrily threw my phone across the room. I wanted a cure, not ways to kill them. There was no way I was going to kill my best friend.
     I eventually got my phone off the ground and looked at different articles. I got a notebook and began writing everything I read and where it was from. I felt like I was back in middle school, doing a report on something I didn't care about, except this time I cared deeply about it. I suddenly realized that what I was doing was life changing. Well, at least middle school taught me something I could use.
      Somewhere along the way, I fell asleep. I woke up and saw Kirstie standing over my shoulder.
     "Scott, why were you making so much noise last night?" she asked with a worried look on her face. I quickly wrote on a piece of paper that I was cleaning up the messes everywhere.
     "Then why did you go outside?" I already knew my answer. I wrote that I was taking out the trash. I hoped she didn't check because the last time I had checked, the trash was completely full. She shrugged and went to get breakfast. I hoped se didn't see that my hand was shaking when I wrote down the lie.
     I hated lying to anyone, but I couldn't risk them seeing Mitch the way he was. They might take him to a hospital, and then tests would be done and he'd be turned over to a lab and next thing we know they're doing crazy things to him and he dies. I wasn't taking that chance. I knew I would figure out a way to cure him.

Yay Mitch isn't dead! Who wants a pov for Mitch? 😏😏
So if it has no pov title at the top (example this chapter) that means that it's the same pov as the previous chapter (which also has no title but the first one says Scott so all these are Scott) ok that's really confusing but if I do Mitch next and the chapter after that has no title, it's Mitch, and will stay in Mitch's pov until I have a new title at the top with someone else's name). Wow I'm confusing. Anywaaaay, thanks for reading, sorry this chapter was a little shorter!
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~Sam✍🏻🎉