*Riley's POV*
I miss Adam already... it's only been two weeks after the funeral. Everyone's acting different. Ty's been quieter and he's cut back on eating. I make sure he's getting his necessary nutrients every day. I know he won't throw it up. Ty loves food. You just have to get him to eat it.
Mitch, on the other hand, has been isolating himself from everyone elsw, by locking himself in the guest room. My bed's cold at night. I feel as though a part of me is missing, just by not being in his arms as i fall asleep. Whenever i pass by him room, i hear the sound of the computer mouse clicking, and him muttering something. I could make out the words "mya" and "die". It's rather disturbing. I still love him of course, but he's starting to scare me. I know he gets up to eat around 2 in the morning. I lie awake at night, untill i hear a bedroom door open, and footsteps go up and down the stairs. I knew he was going through a rough time, but now... i'm not so sure.
I was in bed staring at the ceiling. It was a blank white color. So boring... but somehow, if i stared at it long enough, it would act like a theater, in which the film is being projected on. I wouldn't watch movies though... i'd watch memories. I'd imagine my life before Adam's death. We were all friends. We were happy. So happy... that's why i was always a dreamer. I loved escaping the real world and drifting away to the places inside my mind. I was snapped out of my thoughts when i heard a bedroom door open. I quickly and quietly got out of bed and rushed downstairs. I saw Mitch sitting at the kitchen table. He looked... awful. He had large dark circles around his eyes, showing his lack of sleep. His hair was a mess, as if he hadn't brushed it in days, which he probably hadn't. His face was pale and he just stared straight ahead, not noticing me.
"Mitch..."
His eyes flashed and he looked up at me.
"Oh, hi Riley. I was just getting something to eat."
"Mitch, this needs to stop."
"I... i don't know what you're talking about."
"You've always been a terrible liar."
He sighed and layed his head on the table. I walked over and sat beside him. I began stroking his hair.
"M-mya... it was her fault. She's a tricky one, but i'm sure i can find her! I-i just need to keep looking for her. I've stayed at my computer for a couple days and-"
"A couple days?! Mitch, it's been two weeks!" I yelled. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. Great... i was crying.
"Two weeks... b-but... no..."
"Yes Mitch. For two whole fucking weeks, you've been in that room only to come out to eat or take a shower! You need to let this go!"
"You don't even care!"
I slapped him across the face. He looked at me in shock and noticed for the first time that i was crying.
"R-Riley..."
"D-don't you dare say i don't care! Adam w-was one of my best friends! I miss him Mitch! I miss you..."
He stared at me for a while. I got up from my chair and walked up the stairs. I layed in my bed and let the warm blankets consume my shivering body. I couldn't sleep and i was crying my eyes out. I just want to sleep. Is that too much to ask? Quietly, the door opened. Mitch stepped in, but i didn't look at him. He crawled under the covers and wrapped his arms around me. His hair was still dripping wet, so he had just gotten out of the shower. He pulled me close and i sobbed into his chest. He comforted me and kissed my forhead. I had missed him so much. His embrace almost felt foriegn. He whispered into my ear.
"I'm sorry Riley. I was just so distracted. I wanted to avenge Adam's death. But in the process, i forgot about the people that were still here. I love you Riley. Will you forgive me?"
I smiled and kissed him softly.
"Now you're telling the truth. Yes, i'll forgive you."
He smiled and kissed me again. I kissed back and pressed my head against his chest. It was good to have him back. That night, we both slept soundly.
