The Friend Fic

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ?

I feel for you, but when did you believe you were alone?

You say that spiders crawled inside and made themselves a home

Where light once was

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•Josh•

I tugged at my sleeve, looking down. The sound of the crowd around me banged against my eardrums. I couldn't handle it anymore. I hated crowds.

I had no friends here, and I didn't know whether I should trust anyone. I've already wasted so much time on people who didn't care about me. I kept walking, my speed increasing with the crowd. I felt myself beginning to hyperventilate, and I was running. I ran, trying to get away from the crowd, my insecurities taking advantage of my vunerable soul. I dashed through everyone, getting a few comments like, "What the hell?" and "What's up with him?" I didn't care, even though I did. I kept running.

It was nighttime, and I was scared. I didn't have a car nor did I have a bike. How did I get here you ask? No idea. I continued my way home. I struggled to the front door, and I fished out my keys from my pocket. I stumbled inside, and then shut the door.

"I'm sorry.." I began to whisper. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." Tears began to overflow and roll down my face. "I really didn't mean to.."

My face dug into my hands. I clawed my hair, remembering how it was my fault. I sat down, my back against the door. I continued to sob, and time just stopped.

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•Tyler•

Who was that? That dude, he just ran like the apocalypse started.

I couldn't stop thinking about him. Eventually, he just left my thoughts. I was getting hungry, so I stopped at Taco Bell for a while. Insanely delicious. I got some take-out too, just in case I got really hungry. Trust me, that happens sometimes.

As I hummed a tune, I walked home. "What a long day," I thought. Can't wait to hit the hay and get some rest. But, as I got home and tried to fall asleep, he came to my mind again.

"Why didn't you help him? You know he wasn't feeling okay, yet you let him be. What kind of person are you?"

I stuffed my face into my pillow. "Ugh, stupid voice inside me, shut up."

But, that voice was right. I should've been there, regardless of who he is. I should've helped him. Maybe he feels the same way I do..

Waves of guilt and fead washed over me. I couldn't help him.

I decided that if, by God's will, I see him again, I will gather enough courage to go and talk to him. This is my purpose.

My eyes drooped. I was extremely exhausted. I didn't fight my exhaustion, and I fell asleep, thinking of him..

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