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WARNING: panic attack

Mitch woke up the next day, his eyes swollen from the tears he cried the night before. He stretched carefully, not wanting to exert himself. He removed his covers from his tiny body, getting off his bed only to fall down roughly on the carpet. The wind we knocked out of him, making him gasp in pain and tear up a bit.

"Pops?"

His voice was a weak and raspy whisper, his throat closing up from the sobs that were to come any minute now.

"Pops?!"

His voice was louder now, tears falling down his cheeks when he turned back to look at his legs, realizing that his prosthetic leg was off...

And on the other side of the room.

"Pops!"

No response.

"Pops!"

None.

"P-Pops."

Mitch finally broke in tears, calling for Avi louder each time while he sobbed. The door opened silently, Avi's quiet gasp making Mitch look up. Avi's bottom lip quivered as he picked up Mitch's prosthetic leg, running over to his son to pick him up.

"I'm so sorry, Mitch. I'm so sorry."

Mitch nodded, Avi helping him onto the bed carefully. The young teenager was inconsolable, his father's soft hands making sure the leg was put on correctly. Avi secured the fake limb on his son's stub, hugging him tightly as he ran a hand on his back.

"I'm so sorry, Mitch. I'm so sorry."

"I-it's okay. I wa-wa-was just so sc-sc-scared. I thought-I thought-"

"Thought what?"

Mitch's mind went back to that night, feeling rough hands push him back. He wasn't on his bed anymore, he was on the forest floor. The demonic laughter. The pain from the first stab, not knowing that many more were to follow. The drive to the hospital were he found out many things.

He can't sing anymore.

He was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

He lost a leg.

And he was the reason why his parents fought everyday ever since he was stabbed that night.

"Mitch, MITCH!"

Mitch was breathing heavily, his hands shaking as he cried. Avi was holding him, shushing him silently as he brushed the thin hair back. Mitch held back, his large yet dainty gripping the soft fabric of his father's shirt, the tender voice of the older man calming him down.

"Mitch, it's okay. The person who stabbed you won't hurt you anymore. It's okay. It's all over."

It's never over.

Mitch got his breathing under control after ten minutes, the scent of Avi's Old Spice cologne calming him down. He looked around, realizing one thing.

One thing that bothered him.

"Pops?"

"Yes, son?"

"Where's Dad?"

Avi's face crumpled, crying himself as he shook his head. He let go off Mitch, crying into his hands as his son watched him with wide eyes.

These were not happy tears.

"Pops?"

"Mitch...your dad..." Avi sobbed, shaking his head before continuing ,"he...came home last night and packed his stuff up. He's...he's not coming back. H-he wants a di-di-divorce. I'm sorry, son."

Mitch shook his head, crying silently as Avi held him once more. He losing one of his fathers...

And it's all because of him.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, son. It's not your fault at all."

It is my fault. It always my fault.

Mitch blamed himself for his parents' divorce.

All my fault.

~~~

Alex held Scott's hand as Kirstie giggled loudly, Jeremy's hand in her's. The four of them are on a double date, a tradition every Friday since senior year. Scott smiled sweetly, kissing Alex's temple before frowning at the troubled look on his boyfriend's face.

What's his problem?!

"Why the long face, babe? You look sad. You and I are dating each other. You should be happy."

Alex looked over at him, widening his eyes a bit before clearing his throat. Jeremy and Kirstie stopped, looking back at him before he continued.

"A lot of things have been on my mind. A...a client my dad has is quite...interesting."

"Everyone with mental issues are interesting. That's why they have mental issues."

"Kirstie, be nice," Jeremy scolded, shaking his head before looking back at Alex. "What's their name?"

"Mitchell Olusola or something like that. Had a panic attack about Scott."

Scott and Kirstie shared a look, hoping hat no one caught them. Alex didn't miss it though, which made him wonder...

Why do they both look like they're hiding something? I already know that Mitch pressured them. Probably brings back bad memories.

"Oh, I know Mitch," Jeremy spoke up, making Kirstie tense. "My mom and his dads are great friends. Mitch has really bad anxiety and PT-"

"Hey, babe. Let's go get some Boba Tea," Kirstie interrupted, practically dragging Jeremy to Cold Stone. "We'll see you guys later!"

"See ya," Scott yelled, waving goodbye to Kirstie. He became tense himself, his blue eyes holding an emotion Alex couldn't name. "Kirst?"

"Yeah?"

"Text me later, okay? It's important."

Kirstie nodded, a look of fear in her eyes when her and Jeremy walked off to get their Boba Tea. Scott sighed, looking more troubled than before.

"What's the matter, Scott. You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just..."Scott spoke up, sighing as he shook his head. "Mitch did a lot on us, you know? He's the one who's getting professional help and Kirstie and I aren't? Sure, we went to rehab, but we deserve it more than he does, you know?"

"I-I agree," Alex lied, feeling like there was something fishy with Scott and Kirstie's story. He cleared his throat once more, looking at Scott seriously. "Why did he have a panic attack about you though?"

"I-I don't know," Scott replied, widening his eyes a bit. Alex couldn't help but think...

You're lying.

~~~

Kevin and Avi walked in, gasping at the sight of their injured son. There were scars all over his face, chest, arms, and there on the covers was a stub.

A stub of what used to be his leg.

"Oh, Mitch," Avi whimpered, holding onto Kevin tightly. Kevin hugged his husband, tearing up while sobbing silently. "My baby."

A nurse walked in, smiling sadly. She put some morphine on a pole, stopping when Kevin walked over and put a hand on her shoulder.

"He's a year clean. From drugs. I don't want him to relapse."

"I understand, sir," the nurse replied sweetly, removing the bag of medicine from the pole. She smiled at the couple, brushing the young boy's hair back. "He's a fighter. Most people don't survive this."

Avi sobbed loudly, running over to his son to hug him. The sudden jolt made Mitch wake up, whimpering silently as he pushed his dad back.

"Please get off of me. Please."

"It's just me, Mitchy," Avi whispered, hearing someone gasp behind him. It was Angelica, Kirstie right by her side. "It's over, baby. It's okay."

"Why can't I talk loudly?" Mitch asked, gasping slightly as pain erupted through his body. He whimpered once more, tears in his eyes. "It hurts. I can't feel my le-"

Mitch looked down at his legs, gasping when he realized that he didn't have two legs anymore. He put his hands over his mouth, looking back at Avi with tears rolling down his cheeks. He sobbed loudly, holding onto Avi with all his might. Avi shushed him, rocking him back and forth as Scott and Kirstie shared a look.

Their plan of killing Mitch had failed, but they have made him completely miserable and there is no better feeling than that.

Besides killing him, but that was a different plan for another day.

"Um, Connie? I'm going to go home. I need to do something," Rick spoke up, kissing his wife sweetly. She nodded, unable to talk as she looked at the fragile boy in the bed. "Avi, Kevin, please let me know if there is anything I could do. Mitch...I love you, son. Stay strong."

Mitch nodded, mumbling a shy thank you as Avi hugged him tighter. Angelica ran over and hugged Mitch too, sobbing silently as Kirstie rolled her eyes. Scott shook his head as Connie walked over, putting a gentle on Mitch's back. Mitch sobbed once more, never feeling this scared before in his entire life.

Why did this happen to him of all people?

Did he deserve this?

"I'm so sorry, Mitch," Connie murmured, looking back to see Scott and Kirstie fine. She scoffed, shaking her head as she looked back at the injured boy. "Those two, I swear. They don't deserve a friend as good, as great, as Mitch."

"Tell me about it," Angelica agreed, wiping her eyes as she looked over at Kevin. "Kevin, just let me know if you want me to come over if you or Avi are busy. I'm sure Connie and I would love to take of Mitch while you two are at work."

"We aren't charity cases," Kevin snapped, shaking his head angrily. Mitch flinched, whimpering as he cuddled closer to Avi. "You don't need to."

"Kevin, they're being ni-"

"No they're not! They're pitying us!"

"Kevin, quit it! No they aren't!"

"Yes they are!"

The couple began to argue, making Mitch shrink into the covers. Angelica and Connie shared a look, holding Mitch tightly as his dads continued to fight. As they were doing this, Mitch couldn't help but think...

My fault.

A/N: Poor Mitch.:( I hope you guys like the direction I am taking this story into. I honestly think this is my best book ever and I don't even know why it is. Probably because it's Milex, lol. Anyways, I hope that you all enjoyed this and remember that I love you all.:)

-Maddie🐶💕🎤