Found

Four

Warning: Suicide
Two and a half months since I got out. It was October 25. Three days after the four year anniversary of my disappearance.

I remembered when I got home, how Kirstie the had come over. As she approached she went to give me a hug, then remembered what happened last time.

She stopped a few feet back and simply smiled at me as I peeked out the crack in the door. "Hi, Mitch." She said quietly, giving me a small wave.

"Hi..." I moved out of the way and let her in, hiding behind the door until she was a safe distance away. I hated that I had to do this with my best friend.

Two months had passed and I still hadn't gotten better. Therapists didn't help. No. The moment they heard my story, they automatically said "Sorry, can't help you.", or if we went, would tell at me when I decided to answer a question they would see me again because "a man who is twenty shouldn't be acting like a stubborn child." That would send me into a panic, and then they would tell my parents there was no hope for me because I couldn't answer "How many times were you raped?"

"Mitch!" My father called up the stairs to me. "That Scott boy is here." I looked up from my hands as I sat cross-legged on my bed, hands in my lap, in confusion. Scott was here? Why?

I stood and inches to my door, opening it up a little, making sure the coast is clear. My dad was no where to be seen, which made me sigh in relief.

I came down the stairs and looked at the blonde shyly through my eyelashes. "Hi." I said meekly.

"Hey, Mitch. How's it going!" He greeted back with a big smile. Once again, I found myself picking apart his features. Usually, if a boy didn't have eyebrows, I would have lost interest, not that I really had the opportunity to have interest in a while. With Scott, eyebrows would have been strange. He looked so good without them. He has a sharp jaw line with blonde scruff, another endearing thing about him. He was broad and well built, but in a way that said he took care of his body, not that her went to the gym every day. Nothing stuck out as much as his eyes. Those blue eyes. I had never met anyone who's eyes could hold so many colors. From gray to dark blue.

I must've been staring because I suddenly heard laughing and the anxious voice of my mother. "Mitch?" She inquired over the laughter. It took me a moment to realize that Scott was the one laughing.

"Sorry. Just got lost in thought, miss." I apologized, then looked to Scott, trying to gauge what my reaction.

"Hey! The look on your face would be enough to send a nun into a round of giggles. So erotic. I shouldn't have laughed, but that look." I just stared at him then looked to my mom.

"Is he staying for dinner?" I asked anxiously, tugging at my shirt hem, looking to my mother.

"Not unless he wants too." My mom responded and looked at the giant next to her. "So, do you want to stay for dinner?" She asked, blinking at him. I loved my mother. I love how she understood that my boundaries were set because of triggers I can't control, how she made sure as Hell that others respected them, especially in her house, how she welcomed everybody with open arms, but her trust was precious. You break it, she wouldn't trust you again.

"I'll stay, if you'll let me." He didn't rest those blue to my mother. No, he turned them to me. He was asking my permission. Why? It wasn't my house. It wasn't up to me. So why did he ask me?

"You can stay...?" I stated, through it came out for of an "I'm unsure" statement.

Scott must be able to read me better than I thought, or I am just that easy to read because he answered my unspoken questions.

"I am asking your consent on this. I will not stay if my presence makes you uncomfortable." His blue eyes never wavered. They stayed locked on mine.

"You can stay." I said this time, more sure of my answer.

"Great!" My mother clapped, the sound ringing in my ears, and I flinched. "Sorry, Mitchie." She quickly apologized and went off to start dinner.

After dinner, we all day in the Living room, T.V. on. Scott and I shared the smaller of true two couches, being that he was the only person that was able to sit this close to me. I still hadn't forgotten the Truck Stop, nor how he had calmed me down. I also hadn't written off all of the other times he had managed to bring me back from the panic. It felt nice to have someone beside me again like a friend.

As we watched the reports of daily life played on the screen, a mass of bright colors, rushed sentences, when a phone went off. I jumped thirty feet in the air and screamed in utter surprise. Then I realized who's phone went off. Sheepishly I located it.

I reached down and picked up my ringing phone, brow furrowed. Who would be calling me. Not like I knew anyone. I looked at the screen. A picture of Tuesday popped up, his hand reaching towards the camera. I had taken it about a month and a half ago when I got my new phone.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Mitchie." Tuesday's voice sounded weird. Choked.

"What's up?" I asked, trying to be casual.

"It's just so hard." He said. I could hear his crying, the sobs. Then something that chilled my blood. The cock of a gun.

"Tuesday? Listen to me-" I tried.

"No. Listen to me. The voice won't leave. The memories won't leave. I try. Everyday I try to keep going. But nothing helped. Not until now. I know what I am doing." His words were barely understandable. He and I both were crying.

"Please! Tuesday!" I begged. "Don't do this."

"I have no other option. Nothing helps. I'm sorry, Mitch. Thank you for being there for me and for Wednesday. I love you, brother."

Before I could say anything, a gunshot rang through the phone line, then the line went dead.

I stared at the phone as my hand dropped into my lap, my ears deafened by the sound.

"Mitch? What happened? What's wrong? Who was that?" The questions flew at me for everywhere. In response, I could only four out two words and tears streamed down my face and I shook.

"He's dead!"

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the-raven-queen, How the heck did you guess?! You must know me to well. Lol. Been planning this since Wednesday died. Special treat for you all next chapter.

This was so hard for me to write!!!! Man, I loved Tuesday.

Oh, and stay sexy
-Scomiche❤🍓❤