"I never knew…I didn't know…. I thought I'd never know." Sam says. He collapses on the ground in tears. Not even the pain he feels in his hand can bring him back to reality. He is shaking. So overwhelming, his brain is trying to comprehend everything. It cannot though, it refuses to. "Sammy, it's ok." Sarie said, giving him a big hug. He pushes her off of him, and she hits a wall. He hears a thud.
"Are you ok? Please don't give me a hug…" Sam says. "I'm fine, I didn't feel any pain. I'm not full dead right now you know." Sam stared at her. What was she exactly? "I have regrets. They keep me from being able to pass on. Odds are, I will spend an eternity on this earth. Forever and ever." Saire collapses on the ground in tears. "I want to be able to move on, I really do. I just regret so much…that bastard. That bastard!" She screams. Sam knows that the fear from that night has returned.
Sam gives her a hug. He feels he does not deserve one, but knows Saire deserves far better. "That bastard, he broke us, didn't he?" Sam says. "Yes…now when you eventually die odds are you'll be left to wandering the earth like me. Do me a favor, have no regrets. Achieve your goals, your dreams. I do not want you to end up like me. It's hell, a true hell. I have to go, leave you now. If I stay any longer, it could change your fate." Sam feels like a child again, the child he was, the child he still is. He reaches out his hand to touch her face. It is cold, it feels solid, but not quite. She slowly fades away, so his hand now hold air. "Damnit." He yells. He takes a shard of glass from the ground, and starts digging it into his wrist. "Coping, this is the only way I know how to do that anymore." He mutters to himself. All that is on his fragile mind is to stop the mental pain. Extremes he'll go to. The only thing that matters it to find a way to calm himself down. The anger is impossible to control, and he is too scared to try. It has just exploded on him.
He digs and digs until he reaches blood, which satisfies him enough to stop. "I never thought I would do anything like this." He whispers, again to himself. "But it is too late now, what is done is done." He drops the shard, which is stained with his blood. It breaks into smaller pieces. "My heart, is, was that shard. I am nothing. Death I am ready for you. Just come, I am not afraid anymore."
~Sky~
Dear Daddy, I shall be joining you soon. I'll make sure Mommy comes as well, I can't bare the thought of leaving her alone. Sami will do fine on her own, she seems angry with you for some reason. But I don't see a reason for her to be. You died for the right reasons. I don't see a single thing you have done wrong. So you killed a couple people, big deal. They deserved it. I miss you so much. Everyday living without you, is just not worth it. I am sick of communicating through a stupid journal, you can't even respond back. I'm not going to just simply wait for our reunion, that will take time. Time, I am not willing to spend or waste. I want to hear your voice. I want to see your presence. I don't care what I'll miss on Earth, I really don't. I'm not going to miss much, no one loves me here. I am going to go, I have plans to make.
~Sami~
I stare at my scar. I can't believe the control, how much of it I had lost. I wanted to make a statement of love to him. I expected to die that day, and wouldn't have cared if I had. Death is what I deserve. I touch it, and a flashback enters my mind. The shard digging into my skin, how amazing that felt. I stop touching it, and the flashback ends. I can feel a tear coming. So much emotion had built up that day, and I had no way of controlling it. I just, lost it.
I could sit here and try to describe it, but I can't. I just can't. It's just unexplainable. Trying to make sense of that day is impossible. I want my dad back, I would give up my own life so he can have his back. Sky and Sam need him, but I don't. I miss the old him, not the monster he had become. I just want an explanation.
"I see you are confused, do you want me to try to explain?" I jump back. Where had this voice come from? All of a sudden, a little girl appears in front of me. I grab the nearest weapon, which happens to be a pair of scissors, and point it directly at her. "Hey, you look a lot like Sam." I say. In fact, she did. The facial features are almost exactly identical. It's almost like Sam was in front of me, though he is actually nowhere near here. I'm not even sure if he's still alive. "Next you'll be telling me you are him or something." I say, laughing. "No, but I am his sister." I drop the scissors, and they hit the ground.
