Hi, so I'm taking a small break from my other fanfic. This one is about Melanie and Sam. It might become a series of oneshots, but that depends on how many reviews i get. If you like this one, please consider reading my other story Jack and Jill fall, which is a Seddie tale based around classic children's fairytales. Thanks for reading and please review!
Rage. Angry, fury:violent anger. It's more then that.
As all are aware, Samantha Puckett is a cyclone of anger. To put it bluntly. She insults, and disrespects, and physically produces pain.
Most people say it's because she's hurting herself. They say that her inability to show any other emotion is because she's scared. And that the only reason she's tough is because underneath is really a weak person.
I disagree. Sam is strong. I'm not saying it in a physical or even emotional way. Strength, is as natural to Sam as...breathing. She was not created any other way.
I guess, you could say I was hit in the face with this inevitable power. Because, I literally was. And once hit, it's hard to describe strength in any other way, then a mass of personality. Every inch of personality. The humor, opinions, the things that surprise you, and the ones that are simply predictable. Of course i felt her fury, that came first, but I also felt her desperation. Do you want to know why she was so desperate? I'll tell you.
Samantha and Melanie were the two blonde headed offspring to a young woman by the name of Pam. Their father, at the time, was a happily married dentist with his own firm and car. Surprisingly enough, they were two freshly picked apples in the foresight of each parent.
Sam was, as always, the firecracker. She yelled most of the night, resisted nap time, and basically left invisible footprints on the hardwood flooring of their home. She was most likely the most annoying child to ever be nursed. Nothing would, even temporarily, thwart her constant outbursts of ecstasy or annoyance.
While Melanie, was the shy, reserved girl. She was a dream to take care of. Slept soundly, obliged to rules, and stayed respectable. However, she was also a hopeless melodramatic person. She chased after the feeling of pure passion, whether it be anger or love. Which is probably why, she marveled at Sam's eruptions.
They were the essence of the word connected. Every moment and memory of their childhood was overflowed with snapshots of the twins.
Of course, one day that ended. It wasn't truthfully expected.
The Puckett sister's dad had recently abandoned their mom, and Pam was closed in a cave of solitude and self-pity. Most people would assume that this startling separation would only fortify the sibling relationship. But then again most people also believe that Sam was never really a strong person.
Melanie was resentful, to say the least. Mad at her dad who had left, her mom who had dissipated, her teachers for the added stress of homework, herself for feeling so awful, and ultimately her sister for not being able to stop it.
Like most Pucketts, she escaped. Not in the conventional way, which was a mixture of alcohol and strobe lights. But in the way she thought most freeing. By way of a plane seat.
Sam was shocked. And the once vivacious hurricane was muted. Later on it would develop again, but for now it was dead.
Sam never cried. Not at the airport, or when Melanie's bed was bombarded by cardboard, or when her mother attempted to persuade endearment out of a measly shoulder-touch. No tears.
Instead, angst piled up inside her core. It built like the floors of a skyscraper. Towering over every other feeling. Spewing on everyone, mainly me.
That is until a single phone call rang. It was of course, Melanie. Let me be clear, It wasn't like they hadn't conversed before, but it was never about their lives. Only on superficial topics.
"Hey" Melanie, age 17, said
"What?" Sam asked, as if she predicted this confrontation, and was waiting for it to finally assemble.
"I have to tell you something,...but I don't know how." Melanie whispered back nervous.
"Say it." Sam replied firmly, always the rock.
"I-I'm not alone" She said, weakly.
Sam was a smart-Alic. She had felt the change in every corner of Melanie's existence.
"I thought I felt fuller" Sam said, with a small chuckle.
"I'm pregnant." Melanie flat lined. It was set.
The scene, the lights. Everything was playing out and to her, the world span. Whilst to Sam, the play was paused. As if the entire universe specifically allotted a time when Sam could burst her true colors. She was allowed to cry, and scream, and become a human persona of intense feeling. In fact, Melanie intended to hear a string of curse words. Because, that was Sam, passion. However, as one of the rare times in her life, Sam was completely silent. I guess she was trying to become comfortable with Melanie's words, or maybe was giving Melanie space to hear them herself.
"Does mom know?" Was all Sam asked.
"Yes, I left a voice mail. She hasn't responded."
"You know, I'm supposed to be the reckless one." Sam said, sarcastic as ever.
"He said he loved me." Melanie uttered, feeling a cork generate in her throat and tears seethe through her ducts.
"They always do. You know that." She responded, referring to the floozy woman who had "raised" them.
"Are you mad?" Melanie asked. Almost exhausted with this revelation. She knew before calling. However now, she felt as if her stomach would swallow her body and her world with it.
"A little. But, I'm here." Sam said, beginning to sense the trade of loving phrases.
"Thanks...sis."
Sam was of course strong. Maybe, she was secretly crying on the inside from this life-changing event. But she was there, among everyone else.
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