Dead

Chapter 1

No one could fix her now. Now, she felt destroyed. Now, she felt alone. Now, she was dead on the inside.

But, only a few months ago, everything had been fine. Happy, even. If only she could remember what happy felt like.

It was after Sam Manson had received the first bad news, that things had begun to take a sad, depressing turn for the worse. Although, it wasn't quite the day to receive bad news. The sun was shining brightly, lighting up the clean, clear sky like a smile lights up a room.

The sweetness of the day seemed too perfect, too serene. It felt eerie, but pleasant. What to make of it, Sam wasn't sure, but she could let herself enjoy the day. There was no harm in that. Sure, she wasn't the sun's number one fan, but today was different. It felt different.

Tucker and Danny stood by their lockers, while Sam walked up to them.

"Hey guys"

"Hey Sam. You look happy" Danny had smiled, even though a confused look had also inhabited his face.

Oh how much Sam missed being happy now days.

Sam smiled in return as she opened her own locker. "Today just feels like a good day" She shrugged.

Tucker held up his new PDA. "So what do think? It's brand new. Perfect and gorgeous" He extended the word gorgeous.

The silver lining around it glistened in the florescent lighting above them. "It's great, Tucker" Sam replied, smiling.

What was wrong with her? Why was she so happy today?

Danny and Tucker shared a glance, with confusion painted on their faces.

"Uh, Sam, are you okay?" Danny asked her sincerely, but adding a small grin. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you're unusually happy" Tucker raised an eyebrow. Sam closed her locker, pulling her backpack back over her shoulder, and turned to her friends. "Stop over thinking things. I'm fine. It's just a nice day"

At least she thought it was. The first step of many that would lead to her downfall was to happen that fateful day. That afternoon.

"So... I was thinking we could go see the new zombie movie this afternoon" Danny said, changing the subject.

"I'm in"

Tucker and Danny looked to Sam awaiting the answer they knew they'd get. Sam had been talking about going to see that movie for the past week.

"Oh, I'm totally going" Sam pulled her books to her chest and grinned.

They headed off to class and the rest of the school day seemed normal, not like Sam was about to have her life change.

Although the news that was to be heard that day wasn't what caused her to feel dead on the inside, it was only the beginning, it would cause a blow, a hurt, that would provoke depressed feelings.

...

After the door of her home closed behind her, Sam's eyes met with her parents' eyes. Anger, slight sadness was written on their faces, like the nice day had already passed, gone out the window, never to return.

Sam of course suspected that she had done something wrong, but couldn't recall doing so.

Usually she was the one that looked like they did at the moment, but today, it had reversed somehow.

"What have I done-" Sam asked, rolling her eyes, crossing her arms, but was interrupted by the voice of her father.

"Samantha, we need to talk with you"

Why had the day been interrupted so? Everything had felt so nice. And not in peppy way, but in a Sam way.

They had taken seats at the long dining table, both of her parents sitting neatly, appropriately, and politely.

Samantha was sitting there patiently, a feeling of darkness clouding her nice day. Not that she didn't like darkness, of course, but maybe, just maybe, she wanted to enjoy this kind of happiness a little while longer.

But the bad news came, and it was only the start of so much pain.

"Samantha, there's no easy way to say this, but... Well...your father, and I... Your father and I are getting a divorce" Her mother said reluctantly, only stretching out the surprise that was not joyful.

Sam was in shock of course, they had always seemed happy, and not just as a couple. Now, well... Now they were the ones that seemed depressed. Now they were getting a divorce, which seemed so unlike them.

"What? Why?"

Sam's eyes were wide, and she felt somehow scared.

Her nice day had crashed. No, not just crashed, it had blown up in flames, tormenting her with the growing, intense feeling of emotional pain.

It wasn't as if Sam didn't notice though, she had heard the fights, the screaming, the throwing of expensive objects. But she had tried to ignore it, like any troubled child would.

Her parents seemed to be explaining, but how could she listen, when this had been dropped on her like a bomb on a city. And the bomb had exploded, tearing her from reality, and pulling her into deep thoughts.

What would happen now? Her parents were getting a divorce. Splitting up. Separating. Leaving her to watch the mess they were to create. Would she have to move, leaving behind her only friends? Tucker? Danny?

Were they going to start dating other people, right in front of her very own eyes that were beginning to form tears?

Were they going to forget her existence? Despise her? Abandon her, just because half of her was the other?

Sam couldn't speak. She wanted to be alone, she wanted to forget this. But how can you forget that which has not yet occurred? There was still a long, long way to go. A long, long road to walk down, to watch everything explode in her face.

Sam's parents were still talking, avoiding each other's eyes, avoiding her eyes.

Why couldn't Sam focus on what they were saying? Did she even want to listen? Did she want to listen to them explain how her life was going change?

Sam finally tuned back into the conversation, only to catch the words of her future.

"I will stay here with you in Amity Park-"

Oh good, she could stay here, right here. Right at home in Amity Park where Tucker and Danny still were.

"-And your father will be moving to California with his... whore" Sam's mother gritted her teeth in the anger that Sam never saw in her.

Her parents began to fight again, filling the large home with yelling that seemed to flood each and every room.

Sam closed her eyes, and tried to be somewhere else, anywhere else. Not here. Definitely not here.

She left the chair, left the dining room, left the first floor.

She walked onto the second floor, walked down the hall, walked into her room.

She walked to her bed.

She sat down.

She began to cry.

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