chapter 9:

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Colby nods as he pulls away from the hug.
"Mhm..everything's okay Samuel.."

Sam sniffles. "I-ill be okay. Just go to your room, it's pretty late anyway." He says as he looks at his laptop clock that says 2am.

Colby nods. "A-alright.." he says as he walks out of the room.

But what Sam was really hiding is that he wasn't okay.
He was so afraid of Colby's death he has really bad anxiety. Sam thinks it's PTSD, he's not entirely too sure.

Sam sighs heavily and stares his sleeves, under them, cuts and scars were deep in his arms.

None of the roommates knew.
Not even Colby.

Sam's been cutting ever since that prank started.

That was 4 weeks ago..

Sam raised his sleeve, and pulled out the razor that was hidden in his pocket.

Colby sat on his bed, having a really bad gut feeling.

"Is sam honestly okay?.."

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