"At least it's Saturday" Sam whispered to herself that night.
It was, in fact, Saturday, just after midnight. The same time Sam was sitting on her new bed, trembling.
She had seen Kenny die.
She'd seen it before but now she felt sick. It is easy to feel sick when you see a part of a ceiling crush a nine year old boy in your sleep.
Sam caught her breath, after all it was just a bad dream, wasn't it?
"But there isn't always a logical explanation to everything."
Sam had managed to get a few letters from her mom without her dad throwing them out and those words were written in one of those letters. But why should she trust the words of the bitch that left her and kept her from ever seeing her own twin sister?
Because that bitch wrote to her about crazy things she saw and dreamt. And Sam's dad? He just called that drugs.
Sam sighed, she knew her dad would kill her if he found out but she was desperate. So she quietly slipped on her socks, boots, and coat on over her pajamas and snuck outside.
Sam approached a run down house. She had learned by now to trust these "feelings" and inspected the house for a way to the roof.
Sam swiftly jumped from the ground to the compost box to the garbage can. With a small grunt of effort she pulled herself onto the window sill and felt around for a brick she could get a hold on. When she found it she started to have second thoughts. If anything came loose after she gripped the side of the house she could be badly hurt.
I have to prove to myself that this is something she told herself. And with a few moments of feeling and climbing she was on the roof.
She moved as silently as she could in her big, wet boots. The sun wasn't up yet and all Sam had to help her see was the thin sliver of the moon and the hundreds of stars, not much help.
Sam stepped forward and felt herself begin to plummet. She regained her footing in a rather ungraceful way and breathed heavily.
"Holy shit" she whispered as she saw the giant hole in the roof. The ceiling that was once there had fallen onto a peaceful, sleeping body wearing an orange hood.
Was Kenny McCormick dead? Was that a breathing body she saw crushed through the gaping hole? But the most important question still bit at her like frostbite. The one she asked aloud, to the unconscious hooded boy, to the small crystals beginning to descend, to the moon and stars as they twinkled dimly.
"Why and how did I see this happen?"
Sam blinked and gazed at the hazy figure in front of her. She figured it was just the icy mist swirling from the strong winds and light snow in front of her but then realized.
There isn't always a logical explanation to everything.
She backed away from the ghost-like Kenny she saw. Sam trembled, normal people couldn't see ghosts, right?
As Sam backed away her boots heel landed on a patch of ice. A look of surprise fell on ghost-Kenny's face. Sam couldn't stifle a scream as she descended towards the frosted landscape before all she could see was that haunting face watching her as she hit the frozen, hard ground.
Then, she saw nothing.
Sam came back to consciousness and shivered, the heater must have stopped working.
Sam breathed a sigh of relief, "so last night was just a dream."
That's when she opened her eyes.
"Damn it!"
Sam sat up in the snow and groaned.
"You OK?"
Sam looked up at Kenny who was standing next to her and the memories flooded her mind, she had seen his corpse, seen his ghost, and yet there he was.
Kenny helped her up, "I kind of owe you one for helping me with that squirrel bite. What happened?"
Sam quickly made something up, "sleepwalking, yeah, it sucks"
Kenny frowned slightly. She doesn't remember he thought. Kenny was a generally secretive kid, he wasn't about to explain the whole immortality thing. Sam didn't want to talk about Kenny's death herself.
"Fuck, Dad's gonna kill me of he finds out I… sleepwalked" Sam said.
"He'll probably sleep in late" Kenny assured her.
"Nope, he's a doctor at the hospital in the next town. He'll probably be up any minute!"
Kenny waved good-bye as Sam hurried home.
By the time Sam reached her house, unlocked it, locked it again, kicked off her boots, took off her coat, ran upstairs, and pretend to be asleep, her father's alarm clock had went off.
"Come on, Samantha, wake up" Her dad urged as he shaked his daughter gently.
Sam pretended to stir and wake up, "Good morning Dad!"
"I'll get started on breakfast while you get dressed Ok?" Mr. WIlcox said.
Sam nodded and watched her dad leave the room. The second he left she felt her head for a bump and was satisfied with the fact she was fine. So she got dressed and headed downstairs.
"Dad?" she asked after swallowing her orange juice. "Who's going to be home with me when you're at work?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I haven't thought of that" her dad said. "Can you play with one of your new friends or something?"
Sam nodded, "May I explore the town a bit? It's small and I'll bring a map."
"As long as someone is with you" Her dad said as he pulled on his coat. "Bye!"
Sam watched him grab the car keys and head toward the door. "Bye."
