Okay guys this is my new story, something I wanted to get out of my head :)

Still working on "Part of your World" but I thought it could be fun to do something a little different.

Hope you will like it and tell me all about it, your words feed me and help me see the light :) it's a story in progress so be gentle please :)

A/N: The story takes place in Season 2 upon Sam's arrival but it will not follow the episodes, it's an AU story but always in high school. For the rest I let you the surprise.

Thank you to my beta Emily, you're wonderful :)

disclaimer : I own nothing, well I just own my ticket straight to Los Angeles to kick RM ass but it's personal :)

Sam POV

It was a bright Sunday, and I couldn't stay at home simply drowning in my own madness... I had to go outside and see the world by myself. This year had been horrible. I'd lost my house where I'd lived with my family since I was six years old, and now, to be able to get back on our feet we had to move out and go back to our grand-parent's home in Kentucky.

But I wanted to stay back with my uncle and begin a new year at this McKinley High School, I'd heard about. My family was hundreds of miles away from me and broke and the last girlfriend I'd had cheated on me because I was a waste of time…Her words.

And yet, I was happy. How weird was that? I was happy, even when my whole world was swirling around me and caving in like a house of cards.

But I didn't care. It was a bright Sunday and I was going to enjoy it.

As I walked through the park, my gaze fell on happy families. I smiled when I saw parents with their children, laughing and screaming in delight. That was the kind of life I was looking for, one day.

I always cherished the time I spent with my own family. It was in rare moments like this, that you could truly appreciate the gift that was life, enjoying it with your family, because tomorrow wasn't guaranteed. I would play with Stacy and Stevie, giving them all my attention, because they were my entire world and I was their's.

We used to play pirates, I was their captain, dragging them into my world where they were happy, carefree and able to do what they wanted. It was the only thing I was able to give them; my imagination. And they took it all without holding back. Seeing them happy gave me as much back as I gave them. We had a good routine and we were good to each other. They're good kids and I adored them.

My parents were also one of a kind. They were hard workers and always tried to protect us against all the bad in the world, and teaching us the value of a good education and determination. They were my heroes. I wanted to be that kind of person. I wanted to feel useful and have people lean on me. Like all my idols, Captain America or Batman. I know I was a dork but I wanted to feel like a man and not half the man I was now.

I was still absorbed in my thoughts when I bumped carelessly into someone, knocking the person over. I was so clumsy. I cursed myself inwardly before bending down to help.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't watch where I was going…Are you okay ?" I said hurriedly.

"It's fine, I didn't see you either. I was in awe of the flower's beauty... Did you see it?" the girl said with the most beautiful smile, I'd ever seen in my life. I took the time to observe her lovely expression and it was genuine and totally devoid of sadness and wickedness.

"No... I was just walking," I replied, slightly confused.

"In life, we just don't walk... you know. One way or another we are forced to stop and admire what we did. Or to stop, because now there's someone else who's taking this road with us. Or just to stop and look back on our life with or without regrets" she said mysteriously.

I was in the third dimension. Who was this girl talking and smiling like crazy? I didn't have time for this shit, even if she was kinda cute with her big brown doe eyes and her hair flowing around her face like a halo. But she was wearing a... gown! A fucking hospital gown to be exact! And she was barefoot! What kinda crazy was she...?

"Miss, are you okay?" I asked, looking around me, wondering if she was alone. I mean, she was in a hospital gown and barefoot. She couldn't be alone for god's sake !

"I like the weather," she answered, taking a deep breath, "and the sun just warms me to the bone. It feels so nice," she said with a faraway look.

This conversation was crazy. Well, the little she was giving me was totally out of space. My eyes were as big as saucers in front of this beautiful, but completely cray cray,girl.

She had a beautiful mahogany skin, glowing as if all the lights of this earth were on her. Her mouth was a beautiful heart shape and her lips were to die for...

I shook my head. I didn't know this girl who was wandering through the park,half-dressed, eyes filled with a look like a little lost puppy.

"Where do you live, Miss? I can walk you home, if you want to..." I said, unsure of what to do.

"Home...?" she asked, as if it was a word she didn't recognize. "The earth is our home, but men keep destroying it and home has become a place where you don't want to be. I want to be in a free world without men destroying it as if it wasn't a gift from God. I want flowers as my bed and sun as my light, keeping me warm and safe. Can you walk me to that?" she asked me with a sad smile.

Her words hit home in my head more than I was willing to admit and I was beginning to wonder what my home really was now, when I had nothing anymore. It felt to me, for a moment,like what some called, a meeting of destiny. You wake up one day and your life is changed, forever.

"If I could, I would take us to this place, forever…" I said, almost in a whisper, but she heard it.

I know she did, because she took my hand in hers and slowly brought it to her cheek, closing her eyes briefly, before saying, "I know you would, you have this light in you".

"Mercedes! Mercedes, where are you?" screamed an old woman, running toward us in a coat larger than her.

The young girl before me with the beautiful eyes slowly opened them and with a little smile said, "I've got to go." She retracted her hand back and despite myself, I was already missing her warmth.

"Ha, there you are Mercedes. How many times have I told you to not do that? Now I have to get Antony and Wesley to help bring you back, and I know you don't like them," said the little woman, who'd grabbed Mercedes's hand a little to forcefully for my own liking.

She was like those old nannies, with a tight gray bun, dressed as if it were the fifties. To me, she seemed like the classic stereotype of a witch. Mercedes' smile had slipped off her pretty face and she didn't seem happy, like earlier. Her eyes seemed frightened and she was trying to pull her hand back.

I couldn't help myself but approach and listen to their conversation. This girl was hypnotizing...

"They're rough and rude to me," replied Mercedes in a little voice.

"It's only because they don't want anything happening to you. Nobody wants anything happening to you," answered the woman. "But for us to make sure you're safe, you have to stop trying to escape your room and take your medication," she finished with a stern look.

"They're horrible. They make me feel so small and the world is so big! I feel like a child, powerless !" cried Mercedes

"They heal you!" spat the woman, more forcefully, making a gesture to the two gorillas standing next to her.

They grabbed Mercedes and she began to fight back, kicking and screaming...I had to do something. These guys were kidnapping her and I couldn't let that happen. With just one touch, she had succeeded to hold me on a road I didn't even know I was on, without knowing where I was heading. She was holding my heart in her hand, the moment she had brought it to her cheek. I had to do something.

"Hey! Hey!" I shouted. "Leave her alone. What are you doing?" I said, while running to catch them.

"Please, sir, don't worry. We're professionals. It's a medical condition. We're just doing our job," replied the woman without looking me, instead glaring at Mercedes who was still fighting.

I stepped forwards and grabbed one of the men's hands, but he shrugged me away.

Suddenly, I felt a small hand on my forearm. It was the lady who had ordered the men to hold Mercedes. She was looking me with a kind smile.

"I know it doesn't seem nice, but we're not the bad guys here. In fact, we're here to help her," she said, looking me in the eye. Her stare made me uncomfortable.

"What kind of help do you give?" I said, looking skeptical.

"Psychiatric help."

I really hope y'all enjoyed it. As always thanks for reading, and I'd love to hear your thoughts!