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Walking with Hobi was one of my favourite pastime activities. He was my first friend. He was always by my side and I trusted him with everything in me. If something bothered me, he always had a solution. He stood up for me and went through the same battles as me. No one could beat his selflessness.
Coming up to a bench, Hobi ran towards it, claiming it before anyone else. I slowly treaded behind him, enjoying the fresh evening breeze along my arms. Hobi kept pounding the seat beside him, telling me to move my butt faster. Climbing onto the bench, Hobi smiled at something in front of him. Finally sitting, I saw the sunset right in front of us. I’ve never seen it from this angle before and I could tell Hobi never had either.
“Look how big the sun is Yoongi!” Hobi exclaimed, pointing toward the sky, “I’ve never seen the sun so big before!”
“It’s so beautiful!” I said, mesmerized by the sunlit sky.
I turned my head towards Hobi, still fascinated with the sun. Seeing him reminded me of the sun. Hobi always shone bright like the sun. Happiness radiated off of him, making everyone’s mood a bit better. He was like a portable sun for someone to carry around. He was my portable sun.
“Hobi?” I asked.
“Hmm?” he hummed, not looking away from the sunset.
“You’re going to burn all of your eye cells if you keep staring.”
“Oh! You’re right!” He turned towards me with a big grin on his face.
“Ummm…” I paused trying to think of what to say.
“Spit it out Yoongi. What’s bothering you?”
“Umm, Hobi…can you promise me that we will be friends forever?”
“You’re funny! Of course we’ll be friends forever!”
“But Hobi, I’m serious. I don’t want you to disappear like everyone else!”
“Yoongi, put your pinky finger out.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just trust me. I’m your best friend after all, right?”
Pointing my pinky finger out, Hobi wrapped his around mine and looked me in the eyes
“You have to wake up Yoongi,” he said in a stern voice, which caught me off guard.
“What?” I responded.
“Yoongi! Get out of bed,” my mom shook me awake. Refusing to get out of bed, I kept my eyes closed, trying to ignore her. “Get up now! You have an appointment after school today, so be home earlier than usual!”
My door was slammed shut, leaving me alone in a quiet room. Through my window, the sun shone, making staying awake almost impossible. Turning over, I kept my eyes shut to try and fall back asleep, but my dream kept coming back to my mind. Why can’t you stop haunting my dreams, Hobi?
Opening my eyes, my clock read 7:25 am. Too early to do shit, I thought to myself, while I got up from bed. I looked around my plain room, looking for clothes all over the floor. I wasn’t going to school today; I never did. I just pretended to go to school so my parents don’t worry. The school doesn’t bother to call anymore. They don’t get paid enough.
Black sweats and a T-shirt will do. I got up from my bed and pulled on my outfit for the day.
“Yoongi!” I turned my head to my desk to look for the voice, but there was no one there.
What the fuck was that?!
My computer wasn't even on when I walked over to my desk to check if the voice came from there. Papers flooded the desk, so I thought maybe it came from a speaker, but it was only papers upon papers. Shaking my head, I forget about the voice and went along my way. I don’t need to be crazier than I think I am.
Piling my papers altogether, I shoved them in a backpack close by and swung it on my back. The front door sounded with a slam, which meant my parents were gone. I was good to head out too.
“Yoongi! Can you see me?”
“What the fuck is that!” I sounded looking around my room. No one was here, but there was still a voice.
As freaked out as I was, I grabbed my headphones and ran out of the house as fast as I could. I think staying in there was just making me paranoid and I don’t need to add that to my list of symptoms. Looking back at the house, I was happy just to be out of it.
I turned on my favourite playlist, placed my headphones on my head, and headed down the road. I didn’t care where I went, I just wanted to get out of my own head. My own thoughts could drag me down this hole, which could lead to some deadly consequences.