This is pretty short but I hope you like! More to come I promise!
They say how clean your house is represents how clean your life is. I don't really know if I heard that somewhere or if I made it up. I never really believed in that kind of stuff, but in this case I guess it was true. You couldn't even see the floor of my apartment anymore. There where pizza boxes and clothes strewn everywhere like a tornado had run through the place. I never have enough motivation to clean. I never have enough motivation to do anything. The tears were threatening to pour down as she thought about everything that was wrong. My mom left her for dead, my dad had died a horrible death. I sometimes dreamed of his departure from this world. He would be sitting there in a chair, bleeding out, death threating to take him at any moment. I would then hear him screaming for help, wanting for his team to come to the rescue. He screamed until he let out his final breath. That's when I would wake up. Tears now pouring down my face, I stood up from my couch, crunching over to the small kitchen. Of course the refrigerator was empty. I needed to go to the store. I needed to do a lot of thing. I tip toed over to the small desk next to the television and started my homework. It was more habit than me actually caring. As I finished the essay I thought maybe I shouldn't do this anymore. Maybe if I take my life, everything would be easier for everyone. No one would have to pray to God that they didn't have to see my horrifying face again. I stopped believing in God once Hanna took her own life. But maybe there is a heaven. No one knows until their dead. I dried my face and walked over to the couch and fell asleep slowly, hoping I would never wake up.
Society moves like a robot. Everything is programed for you and you're expected to follow orders and if you do something that isn't the program you get corrected. If a robot repeatedly broke rules, people just threw them away. Tossed a side to be some else problem.
People told me to shape up. To stop ignoring them. They thought they understood, that they were "in the same boat." They were just lying to me. Trying to get me out of bed, to get me to participate in society. Eventually people gave up. One by one they threw me a side, leaving me to be someone else's problem. Some people actually told me to kill myself. You know, I thought, maybe I will.
I was walking down the paved sidewalks of Rosewood, ignoring the world around me until something caught my attention. "Samara?"
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When was the last time we saw Samara in an episode? Like 2 seasons ago? IDK. I hope you liked it and I think the ending is next so be prepared!
-Rose