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The air fell still. Pat trying to pick what he should do. Finally, he made up his mind.

>Go in the room.

Pat was scared. Why wouldn't he be? The quiet, defining. The air, heave. Slowly he lifts his arm to push the door open. He closed his eyes tight as the door opens.

"Mitch?"

No responses.
He slowly opened his to see what he dreads.
The only light came to form the outside creating a shadow on the still body of Mitch, hang there, swing side to side slightly. Mitch's arms leaked crimson red, as he held onto a stuffed animal that was barely still in his hand.

Pat couldn't help but look at the stuffed cat. The cat was mainly black with black and white patchwork. It's green button eyes stared into his soul. The eyes dragged him in the room more. The button eyes filled with every emotion that Mitch felt when holding the Stuffed cat. The happy times, the sad times, and even the time were he just wanted to curl up in a corner and give up.

Pat finally broke out the trance to find himself almost in arms length, reaching for it. He pulls his hand away immediately. He looked up to see face to face with Mitch's face. He took in the close view. Mitch's bangs hung down, coving up most of his face. The only thing visible on the face was the mouth. The mouth was curved up slightly, it was a rare sight. He died smiling. The thought echoed in Pat's head as he looked down a bit more. He was staring at the neck with a tight rope wrapped around it. It reminded him of a Boa constrictor squeezing out life of its prey. The rest of Mitch's body shows no signs of struggle, only his arms dripped blood from a bunch of tiny razor cuts.

Still trying to process what's happening a thought came to mind. I should get Michael, the note said he'll know what to do. Turned to walk out, paused, and turns his head to the body, unable to move from the feeling of guilt of leaving his friend, no, a member of his family in a state like that. Knowing he had to get out of the house, Pat used all his will power to whisper a 'I'm sorry' and bolted out of the house.

Now running on pure adrenaline over the fact it settled in the fact that Mitch was dead, he booked it to the guildhall. He couldn't feel of his body yelling to stop running. He had to get Micheal. That was the only clear thought in his head. He pushed his body faster when he sees the guildhall insight. He slammed the door open yelling "Micheal!" The sudden loud panic yelling caught the  attention of most of dunk wizards that were still up, but it sure caught Micheal's attention. 

"What is it, Pat? I thought you went home. Did something happen?" Micheal soon seeing Pat's face of mix emotions. Still running on adrenaline Pat tried to explain to Michael but Pat was only making was incoherent sentences while trying to move with his arms to his and Mitch's place.
" Micheal something's wrong, he's running on just adrenaline." Brandon the only not completely drunk pointed out. "Mitch!" was the only coherent thing he said which caught Silver's attention. "What about Mitch? Is he okay, dead, in trouble? Speak child Speak!" Silver tried to decipher what Pat was saying. Pat got sick trying to his voice and just grab Micheal pulled him out the door.

Soon Micheal Found himself down the road to Pat's and Mitch's House with Brandon and silver trailing behind them. He was a lot sober now realizing that Mitch might be trouble or... no, he couldn't have! Pat finally got his place letting go of Micheal. pushing the door open and running upstairs using the last bit of energy to show them what happened. Micheal got upstairs to see a passed out Pat and very dead Mitch.

"Did you here?"
"About what?"
"About the suicide of the former Grimshad member?"
"No, what happened?"
"his roommate was out when killed himself. It was his roommate that found him"
"Oh how sad!"
"Yeah it horrible isn't?"

This has to be fake. Pat stands in front of mitch's coffin. This had to be fake. Mich's eyes were closed. He looked at peace like all the stress that he hold back but you could see it in his eyes when he was alive, gone . The smile still on his face. "He's returning to his family now as he wanted," Micheal said looking blankly. He can't be dead. Pat choked on the tears that threaten to spill. Silver couldn't stop crying "He can't be dead! This is all just a bad dream and I just need to wake up!" He could still hear Mitch's voice singing him a happy birthday. The voice sweet and soft. some might mistake the person sing like someone who has never hurt a soul and is innocent. Someone who is the opposite of Mitch.

Pat had a dream that night.

When he opened his eyes all he could see was white. Snow blows around hazardously. The only thing he could make out was a blue burr. Pat tried to get closer but the snowy winds keeps him from going far. Pat could finally see it was Mitch, walking farther away, far from his reach. Pat cried out Mitch's name over and over trying to get his attention begging to not go, not to leave him alone. All Mitch did in return was looked back to him and smile then turn back continued to walk away. Pat felt helpless watching some who needed his help walk away farther and farther out of sight.

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I finally finished this! Hell yeah! This one of my favorite things I've ever written. I'm so proud of it! But this only one of the two endings! Most picked this ending (6 votes for going in, 1 vote for getting Micheal.) I might write the other ending, I don't yet, But I've got some other stuff to work on first. I would like some constructive criticism on this. Anyways I hope you have good rest of your day! Bye!
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