I lay back on the car we called home since I was 6 months old. I haven't done this in while. Not since we did this together, so many years ago. I was 16, you were 20. Dad just dropped us into this town, then left hunting as usual. Only you were meant to go with him, only thing that stopped you was me. You told him I needed you, it was true I did need you. You somehow managed to steal some beer like you always did, I don't know how, but you just always did. We the just laid back on your Impala and looked at stars nursing our drinks.
That was the night you told me 'No matter what happens, it's just you and me against the world, Sammy.' I believed you. Even when I left for Stanford, I still believed it was just you and me. When we started hunting together again, I believed it even more. That was until your time came due, I couldn't save you, I tried, I did. But I just couldn't. When they were done with you, I saw you lifeless, mauled and gone. I didn't believe any of it, anymore.
Footsteps snapped me out of my daydream. A hand slipped into mine then squeezed it. I sat up and looked to meet her eyes, "It's just me and you against all of this, Sam" she said. This time I didn't believe it, I couldn't, it didn't come from you. She was wrong, for without you it was just me against it all.
