TWDG Imagines

Imagine #24 Mitch x Reader

Requested by @butterycorn 

Your POV

I ran through the halls of the boarding school in hopes of losing my tail. I was in trouble once again and getting chased by the principal, if I was caught one more time, I could get kicked out, and God only knows if my parents would let me back in. 

I skidded across the long carpet whilst turning the corner. I was so close to getting to my hiding spot when I crashed into someone and fell. I looked up really quickly and saw an older boy and a closet right beside him.

I threw open the closet door and dragged him in with me. I couldn't have any evidence left that I had turned into the hallway, including the guy. I closed the door gently just as I heard the principal's footsteps nearing the closet. 

"Who the hell-" 

"Shhh." I covered his mouth with my hand.

I peeked through the blinds on the door and saw the principal looking around like he was some kind of bloodhound. I looked back at the guy in the closet with me and uncovered his mouth. If this guy was gonna snitch me out, I would absolutely love to kill him.

Eventually the principal gave up and left the hallway. I carefully opened the door and peered out, just to make sure. 

"Who are you?" The guy in the closet asked me.

Shit, I had forgotten about him for a second.

I left the closet and he followed. I shot out my hand and put on a bright smile. 

"My name is Y/n L/n, nice to meet you dude." I told him.

He looked at me with an odd almost glare and shook my hand. 

"I'm Mitch." He replied

Mitch, huh, I thought that was an interesting name at the time.

"Well Mitch, are you skipping out as well?" I asked and he proceeded to nod.

"C'mon, I know where we can go, we're partners in crime now, we gotta stick together." I smirked and led him to the outdoors.

~~~~~

As the chaos around me ensued, I couldn't move myself. My legs and melted into the ground and become concrete and my hands were anvils, placed on the ground. My eyes glued onto the sight before me as the blood pooled around me and soaked into my jeans.

He had already gone, he could turn at any moment now. I didn't care, he was my best friend. Really my only friend. Mitch was my partner in crime.

His hands were bloody from trying to stop the bleeding in his neck, but of course, he couldn't stop it. My only friend left in this entire godforsaken world, was gone.

I heard a pitter patter of footsteps and peeled my glued eyes from the body and saw his killer. Her eyes actually looked slightly sympathetic, but I had no sympathy for this woman. I grabbed my knife from the holster and cried out a battle cry.

I swung at her with every footstep I took and somehow, she managed to dodge every move I made. Then, I felt a strong grip around my chest and got pulled back. I turned around and saw Mitch beginning to stir.

"NO! PLEASE! LET ME PUT HIM TO REST! PLEASE!" Tears were pouring down my face as I was tossed into a dark trailer. The door slammed shut and I tried to find the handle to get out, but it was no use. It was too dark.

I was too late...

QOTC: When is your birthday?

(Mine was yesterday, January 17)