Dead
Chapter 2
The yelling had not ceased for an hour.
Sam had not left her room for an hour and a half.
And she would have continued to hide in her room had the bedroom door not have been knocked upon.
The movie. Right.
Sam had forgotten.
Sam pushed herself off of her bed, forcefully, almost not wanting to even see her friends. She opened the door, not realizing that her face was still red, and was still sticky from the tears that she hated having.
"Hi guys. I- I don't know if I can go, uh- something came up"
A concerned expression grew onto Danny's face. "Sam- were you crying?" Sam instantaneously turned around, avoiding their eyes. They couldn't see her like this, crying, and hopeless. She wouldn't let them.
"No, what are you talking about, Danny?" Sam wiped away the wet lines down her face, and tried her best to not sound like she was lying. Failure.
Danny took a step into her room. He knew that she was lying. She knew that something was wrong. But he wasn't sure what to do. Did she want him to help her? He wanted to help her. Girls confused him so much sometimes. "What's wrong?"
Tucker did the same as Danny, and entered the dark room. "What happened?"
Oh god, Sam hated this. Although only two questions had been asked, she felt as if she was being bombarded, cornered. Well she didn't want them to know. She wanted them to drop the subject.
"I'm fine, will you just drop it" Sam snapped at them, unwillingly.
Sam had to work to prevent the tears from leaving her purple eyes. She sniffled.
Silence.
"Just go see the movie without me"
Tucker and Danny looked at each other, each wondering if they should ask her again, or ignore the situation.
Danny reached out to her, trying to place a hand on her shoulder. At the moment of contact, Sam pulled herself away, showing Danny that she didn't want to be touched, or comforted. She wanted to show that she didn't want them there, although that was a lie, a complete and utter lie.
She wanted Danny to hold her, and tell her everything was going to be alright. She wanted Danny to give her one of his comforting, warm smiles. She wanted Danny to make her laugh again.
But Sam also didn't want Danny to see her like this, crying. He almost never saw her cry.
She felt tears resurface, like a plank of wood that just wouldn't sink.
"What happened, Sam?" Danny asked once more. Another short silence.
Sam turned back around and faced her best friends, the crying much more evident on her face as her eyes dropped more salty water. Slight anger had reached her face.
"You want to know what happened? Well, my parents told me today that they're getting divorced, and they don't even know I'm here anymore! They keep fighting! They keep yelling! And honestly, I don't think I've ever felt this abandoned before! And to think that this is only the beginning of this..."
Sam turned back around, facing away from her shocked friends. Tucker's face was saddened, and Danny's face was concerned.
Danny wanted to help her. He wanted to hold her and and tell her that everything was going to be alright. He wanted to smile at her. He wanted to make her laugh again.
Danny assumed that she didn't want him there at all, let alone treat her like they were more than friends.
"Sam-" Tucker began, but was interrupted.
"Just go"
Sam hated them see her like this. They never had to deal with kind of stuff, why now? Why at all? Why did they have to see something so unusual to them: Sam crying. Sam had always seemed more tough than this, so much less emotional...
Danny and Tucker just stood there.
"I said go!"
Sam hated taking her anger out on her friends, and she didn't mean to sound so mean, but- she couldn't help it.
Sam wanted to be angry. She wanted to break something, just like her father did during every fight with her mother.
Danny and Tucker started to walk away reluctantly.
They wanted to stay. They wanted to help her. But she would just keep pushing them away. She wouldn't let them see her, touch her.
Sam shut her door, returning to a state of tears.
They could hear her crying. They could hear her through the door.
How much Danny wanted to help...
But couldn't.
...
Samantha awoke at two in the morning, after only recently falling asleep.
All because of the yelling, the throwing, the suitcase being dropped on the floor-
Wait, the suitcase being dropped on the floor?
Sam suddenly became more awake, realizing that the sound she had heard was indeed the sound of a suitcase.
Then she heard the door slam. Hard. The door had been slammed so hard that the walls almost seemed to tremble for half of a second.
Sam got out of bed and looked out her window, only to catch the escaping sight of a man- her father- in his long coat, leaving. With a suitcase.
He entered his car, solemnly, silently. The sight of him leaving gave Sam shivers that you seem to get when someone breathes down your neck slowly.
The car started, and it drove away almost angrily.
He was gone. Samantha's father had left. He had left to be with his new girlfriend. He had left to get away from her mother. He had left to get away from her. His daughter.
Maybe this was all her fault? If she had only worn those horrific pink dresses, and had been as optimistic as her parents, and had obeyed them, maybe, perhaps, they wouldn't haven't gotten divorced, and forgotten that she was there.
Right there. On the second story. In her room. Crying once again.
Oh yes. This was only the beginning.
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Alright yes that was short but I'll make it up to you, the readers, on chapter 3. I just don't have time at the moment to make this longer. But the chapters will get longer, and they will get better. Just wait! Please REVIEW!