My first S. Darko one-shot. I just watched the movie yesterday (although I think some details might be wrong) and thought it was great, for a direct-to-dvd sequel.

Summary: This is a short insight on what Samantha might have been thinking about Corey's death.

Discaimer: I, Shadowclaw505, do not own S. Darko, or anything of the Donnie Darko franchise.

Warning: May have spoilers for those who have not seen S. Darko.

Please enjoy.

"We're so perfect."

"Immaculate."

Those were the some of the last words I spoke to Her, our own little saying. I wish She would have gotten out of the car; She would be here with me if She had.

I'm staring into the crappy mirror, of this crappy motel room, of this crappy town. I want to leave, but I can't; the car's still broken. Randy hasn't fixed it yet.

Randy. I hate him right now. I don't want to, but I blame him for Her death. He was drunk. He was the one driving.

I wonder, though, where that other car came from; were our car came from. At least I think it was our car, it all happened too fast. She was there, and then She was dead. I remember, tears formed in my eyes, I dropped to my knees.

At first, I thought it might have been a dream­­­– no, a nightmare. But then I remembered: I don't have dreams anymore. No dreams, no nightmares, only darkness, and the next thing I know, I'm waking up in a different location from the one I fell asleep in.

The way She looked at me, before it happened. That look, that twinkle in Her eyes, that small smile, I knew that look. That was the look She gave me when She knew something I didn't. It wasn't the fact that Her dad didn't know we were coming, or, at least from what She said, that he might not even know She even existed. Maybe She knew what was going to happen to Her. But how?

She told me to go out and do something fucking amazing. What did She mean? I'll find out. I think the answer is in this town. I have to do something. Maybe afterwards, I can bring Her back.

Until then, I'll say good-bye.

"Good-bye, Corey," I whisper to myself. I get up, and walk to the door.

There's something I have to do.

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