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(this chapter takes place in Scotts POV from part 1 of friend.)
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Mitch walked out the door with his backpack over his shoulder, shutting the door behind him. I frowned, he was acting sad, but l continued doing my homework, wondering if he was actually just tired.
"It's because he hates you. He doesn't want to be your friend, Scott. That's why he wanted to leave so quick. He hates you."
My Friend said, I rolled my eyes as he leaned over my shoulder
"No, no he's doesn't...that's crazy. We've been best friends for years, he doesn't hate me." I replied, trying to ignore him and his ideas.
"Scott, I think he hates you. Oh my god, what if he is going to start ignoring you!? Oh my god, what f he leaves you and never talks to you again? What are you gonna do!?"
He said quickly, shaking my shoulders. I pushed him off and stood up and walked to my kitchen.
"I can't deal with you, right now. Can you please leave me alone?" I asked, counting to ten in my head.
I turned at the door when I heard a creak.
"Scott, there's a killer outside. Call the police!" My Friend put his hands around my throat and squeezed slightly.
"Scott, Scott, Scott, you're about to die!" He yelled, making my heart begin to pound loudly.
"Scott, you can't breathe! You're not breathing, you're about to die! Oh my god, oh my god!" I began hyperventilating as I steadied myself by putting my hands on the counter and closing my eyes.
"Go away! Get out of my house, please! Please just leave!" I pleaded, but he couldn't hear me with his crying.
"Scott, someone is about to kill you!"
I covered my ears, his crying got muffled.
"Scott, Scott, Scott, what's going to happen if Mitch dies!?"
My Friend yelled, shaking my body.
"Anxiety, get out! Get out of my house, please!"
Anxiety shook my head until I was dizzy.
"Scott, Scott, Scott, Scott!"
Anxiety yelled, continuing to shake my body until I forcefully pushed him away. He fell to the ground and sobbed loudly.
He continued screaming and crying, making my ears hurt.
"Get out! Get out of here!" I yelled, he completely stopped then. He stood up and smiled.
"Oh. Why didn't you just ask before?"
He smiled and walked back into the dining room. I caught my breath, using a rag to wipe the sweat that coated my face.
I finally slowed my breathing down to a normal pace, my heart soon following its rhythm.
I felt exhaustion take over me as I walked back to my bedroom. But the second I opened the door, Anxiety ran in after me, tears pouring down his face.
"Scott, what's going to happen if Mitch dies!? Oh my god, you can't breath! You're dying!"
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