Colby and I have been friends for a really long time. We've practically been through everything together. The ups, and downs, and everything that makes us, us. We made a Vine channel, a YouTube channel. We laughed and had sleepovers, talking about our crushes and playing video games. Hell, we even moved out to La together.
Yes, we have our fights. The Sam Pepper prank on me was one of our biggest impacts on both of our lives. Seeing how much I cared about Colby, made both of us realise how much he means to me and I to him.
We bought a masion, I got a girlfriend, we had even more friends, it was great for us! Had a pool, competed in a prank war, had our laughs. All's great in the world! I remember all of the times we have, going out and exploring all of the things we can possibly explore! All of the times we sit and watch the sun go down and embracing our love for each other. Yes, I love Colby. I love everything we have. The mansion, the channels, our friends, our family, our career, our accomplishments, our fans, everything.
At least... That's what I like to think what happened.
It wasn't a prank. Colby and I really did get kidnapped. Colby died that day.
My psychiatrist told me to make up a story of what would've happened if he'd still be here as a "coping mechanism".
I always watched Corey, Aaron, and Elton on Vine. I thought what it would be like if we all lived together. I made up Cat and had this perfect life with my best friends. I even wrote an imaginary song about how much we love each other as a joke but seriously, too.
Me and Colby though... we'd have everything.
I always imagined Colby getting up from the ground, ripping the duct tape off of me and pointing at a stupid camera in the corner, laughing and showing off his perfect teeth. He'd pull me up and embrace me in the biggest hug, saying, "I love you, man. I'm never leaving you," because that's how it should've happened. But no. I stay awake every night, praying that this is the alternate reality and that my fantasy is the real world. Please, God, just end this hell and bring me to my paradise; the one I wish for every day, in tears! But this is reality! The sick and twisted one that all we get is heartbreak. Not a perfect life with perfect people in it. We get a cruel, harsh reality.
I miss him. I plead for that perfect world with him in it. I just want my best friend. My soul mate. I just... I want him back.
He's everything I had...
