A/N: Hello and welcome to the first chapter of this story!
I started this story with an idea, I decided to work on this story together with my beta but then again, she hasn't got a lot of time so I'm going to do it on my own.
This story is mainly about Sam, because she has the main role in this fiction XD
Hope you like this intro as well as the following chapters.
Disclaimer: non is mine
INTRO: A VIEW OF LIFE.
Inside the spreading darkness,
With the oath we made to revolution
We won't let anyone interfere
The seeds which we sowed for the future
Are changing dreams into ideals
The "ending" that no one wanted.
Inside the spreading darkness,
With the oath we made to revolution.
We won't let anyone interfere.
Someday I'll show you
The shining new world
She sat on her bed and couldn't sleep.
She was up and thinking all night long, things that made her sick, things that made her angry, things that made her feel… lonely.
Just yesterday she saw how a cow was brutally slaughtered and cut open in the meat factory, A teacher chased her for four hours after she ran out, she didn't run back to the college but straight to the park. There she saw how a parent beat his little 5 year old son for making too much noise, she wanted to do something about it but she couldn't, she was powerless. So she sat there and just watched.
She got off her bed and walked into the bathroom that was connected to her room, she looked in the mirror but quickly turned her head away, she didn't want to look in the eyes of a cowardly weakling. She cursed herself for the fact she couldn't do anything about the suffering in the world, but she should.
She changed after she broke up with Danny, she went to college and studied, day after day, she didn't want to go back, not to Amity park, not to Danny.
Oh, Danny, how she missed him these last few years.
She shook her head, she didn't want to think about him now. She undressed and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water flow over her naked body.
She took a washcloth and started rubbing herself after she put the tube of soap back on a shower shelf next to her.
The world is coming to an end, in the third world country's water wouldn't be spilled like this, those people don't have money to spend for these kind of things, they have to wash themselves in the rives that flow next to their villages, and to make matters worse, they have to wash their clothes in the same filthy water.
She turned the knob and the hot water became cold instantly, making her nipples stiff.
She closed her eyes while she tilted her head upwards, letting the water flow in her face.
When she finished washing herself she stepped out of the shower and dried herself up with a towel she took from the closet. The mirror was condensed but she was still able to see her silhouette.
When she was dry she walked into the room, her roommate was still vast asleep, her long black and curly hair covered her face.
Girls like this had to sell their body all over the world because they didn't have a choice, sometimes their father sold them to a pimp to get some food for the rest of the family, other girls did it out of their own to help their families, some of them were not older than 10 for god's sake. In other richer countries most of these girls were at the age of 18 and older, but still.
She tried to put the thought out of her head while she walked to the wardrobe and took out her clothes. She sat back down on her bed and slid the panties over her legs. Then she put on her bra and pantyhose, corset, skirt, gloves, spikes, socks and boots. Then she made two little ponytails in her black hair.
Clothing, an other problem in the 3rd world countries, most of the people walked around in old rags, most of the time still filthy, if they did have some decent clothes, it was mostly from a deceased family member.
She opened the nightstand and took out her make up and a little mirror. She started putting up her make up while trying to look only to the places where she was putting on her make up.
Make up, good thing she used a special kind of reliable make up, most of the time animals were kept locked away in cages, they used them to do experiments on or worse, they used parts of animals to put in the thing most women were wearing on their faces.
The girl in the bed next to her turned and her face became visible.
"What's wrong?" she asked when she looked at her alarm clock.
"It's only six twenty-five" She muttered.
"Nothing's wrong, I'm just going out for a walk" was her answer.
People in the third world countries didn't have the choice to sleep long, they had to get up early to go work on the field, most of the time till late of night and to a mediocre payment.
She opened the door to the hall and closed it behind her. She walked down the hall and down the stairs until she stood outside in front of the big college building.
It was still dark and nobody else was outside.
She enjoyed these moments, the silence, she loved it when nothing was going wrong around her. No animals were getting beat by their owners for crapping on the lawn, no bullies pestering the younger noob's, no teachers looking for fresh prey, no cheerleader bitches picking on the ugly fat girls.
She walked down the path next to the perfectly decapitated grass. She did a tour around the school grounds and sat down underneath an old oak tree on the still wet grass, this was her place, she loved this tree while everyone else seemed to avoid it for some kind of reason, true, it was old and it didn't look very attractive but she loved it all the same.
She could sit here for hours studying, nobody would bother her here.
She sat underneath the oak tree until the sun rose, knowing this time of year it should be around seven thirty. So she stood up and walked her way back to the big building on the path next to the perfectly decapitated grass.
The thought made her sick, yesterday she saw it in the news, a guy around twenty years old decapitated his girlfriend because she was seeing an other guy. And that wasn't even half of the story. Other events happened too, a forty year old woman shot her man and children, then she committed suicide and left a note saying she was sick of doing the household for these pigs, referring to her family. A twenty-five year old Latino shot a kid in the back of his head simply because he came from an other town. A 50 year old man raped a 10 year old girl after luring her to the suborns and into a dark alley. Another man around 50 raped his daughter for 20 years while he kept her locked away in the basement, nobody knew a thing until now, he made her write a letter telling she went away from home to join a cult. He made seven babies with her and killed three of them, he cooked them and made the mother eat them without her knowing.
She stopped and fell on her knees, the stuff she ate yesterday was making it's way trough her troth and landed on the path in front of her.
She took a handkerchief and wiped her mouth. She tried to clean up her puke as good as possible and threw it away in a trashcan that stood nearby.
Then she continued walking back to the big building.
She opened the mailbox hanging next to her door on the top floor of the girls dorm.
Three letters for her roommate and two for herself, one was from her parents, and the other was from Danny.
She opened the door and walked inside, she left the three letters of her roommate on the dresser as she came in and closed the door. She sat down in a seat in front of the television. She placed Danny's letter underneath the small table, on top of a pile of unopened letters, all from Danny.
She read the letter coming from her parents, nothing new, they were worried about her, asking how she progressed and asking when she was coming home again. But this time there was another question, about Danny, did he went to them? Did he tell them she didn't reply on his letters?
She shook her head, it wasn't important anyway, she threw her parents letter on her bed and turned on the television, her roommate appeared to be in the bathroom, taking a shower.
After the news was over she wished she never turned on the television.
Her roommate walked in butt naked and kissed her on the cheek.
"good morning honey, where did you go so early?" She asked.
"Good morning Hecate, I just went out for a walk, like I said before I left" She answered.
"Oh yeah" Hecate said while she looked up with a wide smile on her cute face. "sorry I was still half asleep"
Hecate walked to the wardrobe and took her clothes out.
She watched Hecate while she bent over to take one of her panties showing all of her rear and even more.
When Hecate had all of her fresh clean clothing she noticed she was looking at her and grinned, she walked to her bed and opened her legs stretching one of them to put her panties on.
She looked away with a blush, knowing Hecate did this deliberately.
After being away from Danny these years, she never had contact with other boy's and she started to grow feelings towards women.
When Hecate was fully dressed it was about time to leave for first class, it was Friday so the classes of today were all the boring ones, she looked outside the window constantly, hoping class would end soon. She thought of the world dying, everything was going to waist and the world was bleeding.
After the last class she walked outside, back to her old oak tree, Hecate looked like she was in a hurry when she passed her, she ran straight of off school grounds, followed by a group of jocks and cheerleaders.
What was going on? Hecate didn't interest herself with jocks nor cheerleaders, she didn't look like she was being chased, but more like they were just following her for some reason. Anyway she wasn't going to bother thinking about it, she would ask her tonight, when she was back in her room.
She sat down underneath the oak tree and enjoyed the light breeze, the sun was shining brightly and she smiled. She took a book and started reading, undisturbed.
After a few hours it became too dark to continue reading and she put her book back in her backpack, then she stood up and walked away.
"Sam, you forgot something"
She turned around and saw Hecate standing next to the old oak tree, pointing to something that lied between the oak's roots.
Sam walked to the tree and looked closely, she knew for sure she didn't forget something and what ever it was, it didn't lie there when she came here.
Sam looked even closer, and then she saw what it was, she picked it up, a little black notebook.
"Thanks" Sam said while she put the notebook in her backpack.