A/N: Hey there, guys! It's been a long time. I haven't been feeling inspired, and have had major writer's block. My stories seem to go nowhere, and I hardly have time to write these days. But my life has improved for the better, and I'm having a lot more ideas flowing. I've gotten ROTTR, and I absolutely love it, and with the absence of everyone's favorite camera-woman Sam, and inspiration from the several documents in game that you discover, I decided to kick my writer's block in the ass. This story is basically Lara writing Sam letters, and recording memos for her while she's away. I hope you all like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
DOCUMENT: LETTERS TO SAM: APOLOGIES
I'm so sorry, Sam. For everything I've done. I'll find a way to help you. I promise.
My Dearest,
It's burned in the back of my mind. The last day I saw your face at H.M. Prison Holloway. I remember your almost catatonic state, those scratches all over your arms, leaving me wondering whether or not you did that to yourself, or If the man you attacked did in self defense. I remember pleading for you to come back to me. Shaking, as I cried telling you I'd find a way to raise your bail, get you out….find someone for you to talk to. The relief I felt as you returned to me, your hand in the exact same area mine was on the glass barrier between us. Then the sudden shift of my heart dropping to my stomach as you got angry, asking me if I was leaving again. I remember you turning your back and walking away while I sat, screaming, pleading on the other side for you to come back to me. I remember everything. Now, I sit here, alone in this cold, run down apartment playing mental reruns of it. You're not you anymore, and I could easily see that. Himiko has to be possessing you somehow, I know, that sounds absolutely insane but, it's one of the only things that makes sense to me at this very moment. I'm so sorry for all of this, darling. Before he died, Roth apologized to me the very same way I'm apologizing to you now. From the bottom of my blackened, beaten heart, I'm sorry Sam. I got you into this mess. I am the reason for your pain and your suffering, and It kills me knowing that there is absolutely nothing I can do alone, that can help you now. I'm completely and utterly lost without you..
My therapist asked about you today, asked if we had been in touch. My heart broke over again as I turned that memory over once more. You don't want to see me. At least, the possessed you doesn't, although I'm not quite sure anymore. I don't think that I'll ever accept this, or get used to it. I'm convinced that something's very wrong, that this isn't the woman I love. I've spent every waking moment, researching possessions, as well as burying myself in Dad's work before he died. I'm not giving up on you, my love. As much as you want me to, and as much as I tell others that this is what you want, I know better. I'll find a way to bring you back to me, if it's the last thing I do.
Love,
Lara.
A/N: I'm trying to give a feel for the documents, and recordings that you find in the game, so far I think I'm doing fairly well, maybe I could do better, I don't know. Your feedback is appreciated! Thanks for reading!