Sammy (or Samey) was done with her sister's abuse. For 16 long years, all she had done was take the blame for Amy. She knew this would change loads of people's lives, but nothing could undo the pain Amy had put her through. Sammy looked at the knife in her hand, then down at all the bruises Amy had given her. This would be relief. As she lifted the knife to her head, she actually felt excited to be free of all the pain. Nobody except her would be excited about suicide. Nobody.

Sammy sped things up, drawing it into her head faster. Then, there was nothing but blackness.

At least, until she woke up. She was wearing a mint green hospital gown, lying on a hospital bed. There was a table nearby with a glass of water, which was half full. She looked around more, seeing loads of flowers in a vase next to her. They were from Dakota, Anne Maria, and Heather, Amy's closest friends. Amy's friends?

But Sammy got the biggest shock when she saw herself standing at the foot of the bed. There was a second Sammy there, and she looked scared. Sammy actually heard herself gasp and shake when she looked at herself. "Don't hurt me, Amy! I didn't do anything!"

Amy?

"What do you mean?" Sammy asked. "I'm Sammy, not Amy."

Sammy only shook more, holding out a mirror. "Look in here..." she said, scared. "You're Amy."

Sammy took a look. It was true, she was Sammy except for the beauty mark that Amy had. But how would trying to commit suicide make her into Amy and Amy into Sammy? A million thoughts raced through Amy's mind. She had control now. At last, she was in charge. She would get to experience the feeling of sleeping in Amy's huge, soft bed and wearing Amy's dresses and clothes each day. But now that she'd seen how it felt to be on the other end of this, would Amy torment or try to become friends with Sammy?

"Okay then... can you hand me the glass of water, Sammy?"

Sammy looked shocked when Amy said the name 'Sammy.' She stopped shaking long enough to get the glass. "Here."

"Thanks... is everything okay?"

"Wait... did you hit your head? The dcotor said you may have amnesia, but..." Sammy looked up at Amy. "Something or someone hurt you. I called home right away, and Mom said to take you to the hospital or I was in trouble."

"No, I don't remember what happened. But calm down for now?" 'Amy' told 'Sammy.' Sammy was almost so happy she could dance. She sat in a chair, not looking at her sister in fear that she'd tell her to do something and "get it done fast, or else she'd never hear the end of it."

"Uh... Amy?" Amy looked at her sister. "I kinda broke up with Topher for you... he asked me to the Snowball dance but you threatened that if I said yes you'd ruin my life."

Topher. Amy's mind raced again. If she was Amy, that meant Topher liked her sister, not her. She did remember Amy telling her to break up with him, but that was before the accident. "I don't remember that... I don't think."

Sammy looked up at her in confusion, then fright when their parents walked in. "Amy dear, how are you feeling?"

"Good, I guess." At this, Amy's parents glared at Sammy.

"Is something wrong? Did your sister mess up again?"

"No?" Sammy gave Amy the tiniest smile she could without their parents looking. She silently mouthed, "Thank you."

"Well, the doctor said if you feel well, you're good enough to leave."

They barely paid attention to Sammy. Amy saw her almost crying, only because her parents were ranting on and on about her health and because Amy knew how it felt to be her.

"... so, are you ready to leave, Amy?" Her mother's words shocked her. "Whenever you want, we can leave."

"Sure, let's go. Sammy, will you get the flowers?" Amy watched Sammy gratefully lift up the crystal glass vase. Her mother looked at her strangely, but didn't say anything.

"Amy?" Amy turned to see Sammy looking at her shyly. "I brought your jacket, since it's cold out." Sammy held out Amy's favorite snow jacket, the cream-colored one with a soft fur hood.

Amy's mother nudged her. "We had her go through your stuff until she got that one jacket." Amy slipped her arms through the sleeves, loving how soft the inside was.

"Okay." Outside, it was snowing. Amy could remember it being snowy outside while she tried to kill herself, and tried to get the memory out of her head. She was Amy now.

"Amy, what do you want for Christmas?" her mom asked, purposely leaving Sammy out of the conversation. "I know we'll be able to buy more for you than ever."

Amy couldn't get her eyes of Sammy. She was freezing cold, with only her cheer outfit to keep her warm. Her boots were slowly letting snow/water seep through them, freezing her socks then her feet. Her top was thin and worn out, slowly wetting with every step she took. "Amy!"

"What, Mom?"

"What do you want for Christmas?"

"I'll tell you when I think of something." Amy's mother looked confused.

"I thought you wanted that new iPhone. Or was it an iPad?"

"I'm not so sure now."

"Alright then." The rest of the walk was silent, as was the drive home. Amy was let in the house first. "We told Samey to make you cookies for when you get home. They should be on the table."

"Thanks, Mom." Amy walked over, taking a cookie from the plate in the middle of the kitchen table. She could get used to this.