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Chapter 7
Clones
And then Alice thought to herself,
Where was Mr Rabbit going?
As she ran after him, tripping and hopping over the roots of the undergrowth she emerged into the light.
There Alice found the Mr. Rabbit. He had an indescribable smile on his face as he hopped around a figure. Alice reached out to touch the figure and it turned.
She drew back, Mr Rabbit disappeared, the figure smiled.
"My Clone," the figure whispered.
Alice was Alice and before her stood Alice.
"Wonderland," she muttered in surprise.
Sam POV
"For the last time Sam, Melanie is coming," her mother shouted at her, "So could you please act like your happy!"
Sam could only groan at the situation she found herself in. She tugged at the frilly pink shirt her mother had forced her to wear. Sure it looked all nice and girly, neat even, but it was hot, uncomfortable and stuck to wet skin. This was the exact reason why Sam stuck to plain t-shirt and shorts.
The door bell rung and her mom jumped out of the chair, knocking a few beer cans onto the floor. Sam scowled at her mother's enthusiasm, before walking over to the main door. Flinging the door open, her mom gave a girly shriek when she saw Melanie outside the door.
"Melanie!" she shouted and proceeded to hug Sam's carbon copy. Flesh, face, hair, a copy of Sam. Both were twins, both look the same, however they were treated differently.
"Mom!" her clone shouted excitedly hugging the woman tightly before drawing back. She smiled at Sam before proceeding to throw herself onto Sam. Sam fell backwards, hitting the wall and cringe when the girl gave her a super tight hug.
"Oh I missed you so much!" she shrieked.
I'm going to kill Carly for talking me into this, Sam thought to herself as she pried her sister off her.
They had dinner after that, a normal one. Pam brought out the turkey and Melanie the spoons, fork and knives. Sam hung around, shifting in and out of the kitchen. When preparations were done, they sat by the table, Melanie offered to say grace.
Sam had snorted at that but was silenced when Melanie glanced at her.
"Thank you God for the food you have provided us, thank you for letting me eat with my family again," she said, "Amen."
"Amen," Sam and Pan uttered after her.
They ate, digging into the turkey, Melanie talking with their mother, laughing and having a whale of a time. Sam dug into her mashed potatoes, ignoring the happy scene that took place before her. The stifling feeling she always had when Melanie came back for dinner back again.
I'm never letting Carly talking me into this again, Sam told herself.
Pam was laughing, eating healthily for a change. Melanie was smiling holding onto Pam's hand, like daughter and mother. Sam watching, observing from outside.
"How's Dad?" Sam asked Melanie suddenly and the laughing stopped. Both Pam and Melanie looked at Sam.
"Sam," Pam warned, there was an edge in her voice. Sam shrugged digging into the mashed potatoes smiling. The happy atmosphere was broken and both Pam and Melanie were glaring at Sam with uncomfortable silence.
"Why would you ask that Sam?" Melanie asked.
Sam continued to chew on the mashed potato, taking some turkey from the large plate in front of her.
"Because it feels weird not having him here, isn't it," Sam said.
Pam slammed the fork down on the table, standing up before stomping into the living room. Melanie flinched when she heard the main door opened before being slammed hard. Sam continued to eat, slightly pleased with herself.
"What was that all about," Melanie said, her voice trembling from anger. Sam smirked, flicking some mashed potato off her plate.
"Just a little family bonding on my part," she said.
Now it was Melanie's turn to slam her fork down onto the table.
"Dammit Sam, why do you always have to make things so unpleasant!" she exclaimed, "You know that Mom gets hurt every time Dad is mentioned!"
Sam plucks a drum stick off the turkey and stuffed it in her mouth.
"Sam!" Melanie said, "Would you listen to me for a moment!"
"Don't hurt Mom anymore!"
"Oh what do you know little Miss Sunshine," Sam spoke, "You don't know anything at all."
There was a deep bellowing silence and Melanie sighed shaking her head before walking out of the living room and out of the house.
Now alone, Sam recalled the events that had took place with a crooked smile on her face. Pam's furious expressions, Melanie's shock reaction, Sam couldn't help but chuckle. Behind her, the empty beer cans her mother had failed to dispose fell onto the kitchen floor with a clank.
"Well," she said, "More turkey for me."
Alone, she ate, peeling meat off the turkey. First the skin, then its meat, step by step; peeling slowly. Her fork dug deeper and deeper till she felt bone. Hard, fragile, turkey bone. It was slightly brown, slightly red. Somehow seeing the bones made Sam feel like puking.
Then the turkey vanished and so did everything else.
Sam found herself in a park seated on a green bench. She was licking ice cream, laughing at a joke the man who sat beside her had said. The man was her father, and Sam was six.
Before her were her mother and Melanie playing by the swings. Her father stood up and begun to walk towards her Mom and sis. Sam called out to him, but he never did turn around. As she watches him join them with a big smile to her face, Sam couldn't help but cry out.
"Dad! Mom!" she cried.
They never did seem to hear her.
Only Melanie heard her.
Small Melanie, the girl with Sam's face. The clone, the carbon copy.
"Their mine," she told Sam, smiling.
The image broke away when Sam felt somebody poking her hard in the ribs. She opened her eyes and found Spencer looking at her. There was a phone in his hands. Sam got up from her fat cake bed and stared at the clock.
"It's 3 frigging AM in the morning, Spence," she groaned.
Spencer yawned in response before passing her the phone.
"It's for you," he said.
Sam snatched the phone from him and answered it. Spencer on the other hand, still tired, made the floor his bed.
"You better have a good explanation for calling in the morning," she said.
There was a sob then a farmiliar voice came through.
"Oh my god Sam, thank god you're alright!" Melanie's voice came through. Sam almost dropped the phone.
"Eh…well yes," Sam whispered.
There was an awkward silence before Melanie sobbing voice came through again. "I can't believe this is happening," she sobbed, "I can't believe Mom stabbed Mark!"
"What are we going to do Sam?" Melanie cried out.
"Calm down, Melanie," Sam muttered.
"Calm down!" Melanie shouted.
Sam wanted to put the phone down.
"Yes, Mom's going to be fine, that woman's tough, beside it would be counted as man slaughter," Sam said.
There was silence on the other end before Melanie spoke again, "Oh," she whispered, "Oh Sam…I'm sorry I cannot be there."
"No chizz," Sam muttered.
"Take care Sam," Melanie said awkwardly.
"Uh…you too."
There was a click and that was it. Sam pulled the phone away from her ear and placed it on the bed. She then lay back down, staring at the ceiling. An indescribable moment of emptiness came over Sam. The ceiling walls blurred and Sam realized she was tearing.
Confused, she wiped her tears away and closed her eyes.
"Their mine,"
Sam whispered, remembering Melanie's words from her dream.
Right now…
They belonged to no one.
Freddie POV
It was a Sunday. Freddie practically flew out of his house and into Carly's. He locked slammed Carly's door shut before locking it tight. Behind him, his mother's incoherent nagging sent chills down his back.
"I see Fredwart's Mama wants to fluff his hair again," Sam taunting voice sounded behind him. Freddie raised his eye brow in irritation.
"No she does not!" he retorted.
He turned and found an amused Sam looking at him.
"Where's Carly and Spencer?" he asked her. Sam pointed at the yellow sheet on the wall and Freddie groaned.
"A comic convention…I should have known." He muttered.
Sam shrugged, and slumped down onto the couch before him. That was when Freddie became very aware of the situation that he was in.
Carly and Spencer were both out…
Freddie was with Sam…alone in a single apartment. For some reason, that made Freddie's heart beat just a little faster. He sat beside Sam, a smile breaking out.
He glanced at the girl sideways and frowned when he found her staring at the ceiling. He waited…waited for her to insult him, for her to talk…but for some reason, Sam was unusually quiet.
"Sam?" Freddie said.
"Huh, what?" Sam answered, before scowling at Freddie.
"What is it Fredwart?"
"Nothing…" Freddie answered; he took the remote control and switches the television on. Sam being this quiet…was bugging him. As the programme on the television went on, Freddie couldn't help but feel a deep empty hole building up between Sam and him.
The tension in the room had gotten a new high.
"You're going back to school next week aren't you?" Freddie asked nervously.
Sam nodded slowly.
The woman in the television laughed. Freddie felt nervous sweat trickling down his forehead. The blonde headed girl was staring blankly at the screen now; there was no expression on her face. Something about it bugged him.
He remembered Sam in the hospital and he gulped.
"You want some ham Sam?" he asked her.
Sam raised an eye brow, "What's your deal Fredwart, being so nice to Mama?"
"Because I care," Freddie said snorting.
He could have sworn he saw Sam flinch.
"What's your deal…you not insulting me is beginning to creep me out," he told her.
"Melanie," she answered, "Melanie called."
A deep silence came over them, Freddie's mind whirled. He did not know what to say. What should he say? Was Melanie even real!
Did she want him to comfort her?
Dammit Sam…why are you so expressionless!
"Ham," was all he could utter, "Let's have ham!"
"You suck Fredwart," Sam muttered.
Freddie couldn't have said it any better himself.
"I know it's hard and all…but cheer up ok…you have us now," Freddie told her, rubbing the back of his head, ruffling his hair.
Sam turned to glare at him. Freddie flinched. For a second, he thought Sam wanted to punch him.
"Make some Ham Fredwart," she said, punching him in the gut. He doubled over and cried out in pain.
Sam POV
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT
She had enough of this shit.
What were these feelings! What were they!
Anger, frustration, sadness, anxiety,
Why did they like her!
Why did they put up with her!
This façade…this act!
She hates it.
They weren't suppose to love her. She was not the same girl they thought her to be. She wasn't Sam anymore. She wasn't Sam at all.
"What are we going to do Sam?"
"What am I suppose to do Melanie," Sam whispered.
Cut her up, peel her skin, dig into her flesh…expose her bones.
Stop loving, caring…helping me…she thought,
I'm ugly.
HARD TO WRITE. This chapter was so hard to write T-T. And next chapter would be even harder. Sam's emotions are so hard to describe…there are simply no words to describe it. I am not going to look up a clinical book to find that word!
