Okay so here is Chapter two. Now I wrote this rather quickly and once again it is quite short but I am planning to update again tomorrow, I'm just not entirely sure where this is going so if there is a slight wait I am very sorry.


Sam's mind was clouded with memories. Memories of her father, memories of her childhood, memories of the bruises and broken bones. She tossed and turned trying to block them out, these thoughts, these thoughts circling around inside her head.

She felt trapped, trapped in a distant past which come to think of it wasn't so distant. Sam began to kick out trying to stop whoever it was who was trying to hurt her, but there was no one there. Her creamy coloured double duvet had made its way on to the beige carpet and her pillows would soon follow if she didn't wake up soon.

Inside she was screaming, screaming for help, screaming for her father to stop shouting at her but nothing was happening and these images inside her head remained as clear as day.

The image of her father soon morphed into that of Tom making her squirm. Her heart was racing her breathing quick and little beads of sweat began to form on her forehead.

Sam shot up into a sitting position her heart pounding in her chest. Her palms were sweaty her legs covered in goose bumps. She brought her hand up to her head and ran her fingers through her long dirty blonde tresses before letting it drop on to her lap. Her cheek was tingling and it was as she placed her hand upon it that she could tell it was bruised. The pain was enough to tell her that.

She reached across to her bedside table and flicked on the light. Sam hated the dark, she may have told Dylan it was because she didn't want to be in the dark with him that made her sleep with the light on but she had disliked the dark since early childhood.

She looked around and upon seeing her duvet on the floor bent over to pick it up. She lifted it into the air before fighting with it in an attempt to lay it flat on the bed.

Once she was safely back under her duvet she brought her knees up to her chest and grabbed a book from her bedside table. It may have just been a copy of the British Medical Journal, but she didn't mind, at least it was something to help take her mind off of the memories stored in her brain.

She began to read, turning the pages as she finished each double page spread, the motion making her drowsy. Her eyelids felt heavy and after a few more pages they had dropped covering her eyes. She may have been in a peaceful slumber now, but the nightmares would soon start again, circling, darting, playing through her mind.


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