Just a little Sam-centric drabble.
Sam looked down at the white porcelain in front of her and sighed. It looked so shiny, so breakable (so addicting). It really reminded her of Carly, most likely the reason she kept coming back to it. It was her third home (in her first one). Sam stood up and brushed off her pants, turning off the freezing cold water she had been running for about fifteen minutes. Her water bill was most likely through the roof. She didn't care though. Once she was thin (once she was happy) she would be able to pay it off. How, she had no clue of. Flushing the toilet (flushing all those nasty nasty nasty calories away) Sam opened the door to the Shay loft. She really could use a cigarette right now. Why was the room so so so spiny? Did the floor just move? "What's going....?" Sam began to question. Fall. All she saw was white. Well, this was nice. White always was her favorite favorite favorite color.