"Michael makes an entrance!"
"Michael!"
Oh thank god, someone is here, and it's Michael!
"Help dude!"
"Yeah I know."
Oof, a little harsh, but I'm glad he's here. Thank god the person who came was my best friend.
———-
Later, after the squip scenario and after waking up
——-
"Hey! You're up!"
"Where... where am I?"
I search around a white and light blue room.
"Hospital, dude. You just woke up from a coma dude."
"Shit!"
As I try to gather my thoughts, Rich speaks up again.
"Hey you know that anti social headphones kid?"
"Michael?!?"
"Yeah him. Well he told that when you wake up, you two need to talk or something."
"Shit, really? Ok."
———-
Out of hospital
——-
I walk up to Michaels from porch and begin to knock on the door when it opens.
"....."
".... Uh, h-hey Michael-"
"Stop, just come in."
My heart immediately sank, his tone was very harsh.
We walk down the basement and I sit on the couch, while Michael grabs a huge box.
"This is yours. Take it. I never want to see it agian."
"Wait, what? Michael, what are you saying-"
"I'm saying, I never want to see you agian."
My face immediately drops and I start to shake a bit.
"Michael, wait, what did I-"
"You know exactly what you did."
He begins to grab the box and shoved it towards me, I take it.
He begins to lead me outside.
I place the box on his porch, still confused.
"Michael, I-"
"I never want to see you again."
"Why?!?"
He leaves me with a single word.
"Backstabber."
With that, he slams the door.
I begin to sob. I mean UGLY cry.
I quickly try to call him, text him, anything.
All I get back is a notification saying my number was blocked.
Then it sets in.
I just lost my best friend
And it's my fault.
