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•—Ch7: The Nightmare—•

—) Samantha's P.O.V. (—

Darkness. Never ending darkness.

Why is it so dark?

Im running. Endlessly running.

What am I running from?

My feet pound against wooden floors.

Where am I?

I keep running, despite the aching pain that spreads throughout my body. I can feel warm blood slide down from my forehead. I take short, uneven breaths as I keep on going.

I've been running for what seems like hours before I sense a change in the air. Distracted, I don't notice something that crosses my path.

And I trip.

I fall face first, pain instantly shooting throughout my face. Blood starts to flow from my nose, making it hard to breath. A tear slides down my face before I turn to see what had tripped me.

A flash of lightning flashes somewhere off in the distance, faintly illuminating a bloody corpse sprawled on the wooden floor, a pool of blood surrounding them.

The blood isn't what scares me...it's who I see laying there in the blood that terrifies me.

My mouth drops open, muffled sounds coming out of my mouth.

It's my mother, lying in a pool of blood...

Dead.

The image is enough to send me scrambling away.

I can't take this. I can't take the torture, the pain...

The guilt...

I can't live like this anymore! I can't!

This curse...my curse has ruined my life!

I crawl a few more feet before I collapse altogether, tears and blood pouring down my face.

I was slowly dieing, but I didn't care.

I couldn't stand the guilt weighing me down.

I sat thee, crying, and waiting for the darkness to take me away.

And it does.

The darkness slowly ate away at me, until I was no more...


I shoot up from where I lay, panting heavily as the dream—or should I say nightmare—comes back to me. This nightmare...it's the same one. I've had the same nightmare for nearly eight years. You'd think after a while, I would get used to it.

Actually, I can't get used to these visions. Seeing my mother's lifeless body...is something I can't forget. I'm hurt just thinking about it.

It's my fault she's dead.

My father just has to remind me every single freaking day for eight whole years.

My siblings are no help either. They always liked dad best. They're always on his side, never siding with me. Called me a curse, they did.

I take a deep breath before deciding I need fresh air.

I look over to where Ilia is sleeping, who is sound asleep on the bed beside me.

She's still asleep, I think to myself. Good.

I quietly swing my legs over the side, cautious of my right hand. It still hasn't completely healed yet, and it hurts to put weight on it.

Standing, I slowly creep over to the stairs and tip toe down. When I make it to the bottom, I reach the front doors and I open them, which were surprisingly unlocked.

A cool, relaxing breeze hits my face, as I walk onto the porch. The stars shine brightly, reflecting off my tan skin and blonde hair.

I take a left, walk over a bridge, and look for somewhere to sit. There are long columns of soft rock, vines growing on the sides.

Perfect.

I know the vines are climbable, so I climb up to the top.

The top is surprisingly flat. It even has grass growing up here. Soft, green grass.

When I reach the platform, I notice that it's so quite. Quite enough that I could hear a pin drop.

I sit, knees pulled up to my chest. I look towards the sky, staring at the beautiful stars gleaming in the sky, my mind wandering over to the sweet memories that appear.

My mother used to call me her little star. Not 'star' as in a celebrity, but 'star' as in a small beautiful light in the sky. I don't know why why my mom chose that specific title, but I'm not complaining. Actually, I really liked it.

But good things never last. She's gone now. There's nothing I can do about it.

I close my eyes, memories and happy scenes flashing through my mind.

If only time could be reversed to the good old days.

Sadly, that isn't reality.

Distracted, I don't hear the quiet shuffling of footsteps that come closer and closer to me.


You have discovered some of Samantha's past! But is that all there is? Oh, heck no! There is a lot more to her past.

At the rate I'm going with this story, I'll have to post about 60 chapters... That's definitely not good. You'll have to wait about two months before I finally can finish this story.

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