Another day, another shift… Samantha thought with a sigh as she worked her shift.
Suddenly, something on one of the newspapers the customers was reading caught her eye: the headline read SEARCH ENDED with Bradley's picture underneath.
She felt the urge to vomit while covering her mouth to stop herself from throwing up, feeling consumed with guilt. To think that she hated someone for a stupid reason without knowing anything, but now, said person was dead.
Oh shit, she…actually did it? Samantha thought.
"Sam, are you alright?" Amy asked before noticing her reaction. "Oh…so you heard?"
"She's dead?" she said, still in disbelief.
"They found her clothes and a suicide note on the beach. I'm still in shock too."
"I…I don't really feel so good…"
"Are you sure you'll be alright? I can let you go home early if you want." Amy asked her.
I only knew one side of her. Why do I even feel bad? she thought.
"S-Sure. Maybe I need some time off…" Samantha said as she nodded and took her apron off.
"Bye, Sam." Amy said while watching her leave.
She stepped outside and took out her phone, checking her texts as she leaned against her car. Both Emma and Norman hadn't texted her in a while, which made the blonde assume that they were possibly doing a memorial for Bradley.
Dylan also hadn't texted her and it was a concern since he was like a brother to her. He was no Zack, but she still appreciated his company.
Groaning, she got into her car and drove home. All that was on her mind was how the town seemed to continue slipping into insanity with the more crimes and deaths that happened. Samantha wanted to stop it from continuing further, but how was she going to do it?
Once she got home, Samantha immediately went upstairs to her room and passed out on her bed, exhausted from what she heard about.
The next day, after her shift
She entered her house when she got a text from Emma, much to her relief.
Norman's being a pain. it read.
Samantha laughed to herself at this. Looks like she finally was coming around and seeing him as an idiot too…
So, what happened? she wrote back.
He says it's a "family matter". We also found his brother drunk in his car. Emma responded.
She gasped, something was wrong?
I can go check on him…maybe you, me, and Norman can hang out? Samantha wrote.
Her phone buzzed and another text from Emma popped up. She felt her heart sink a bit upon seeing her response.
Sorry, I have to do work for the motel, so I can't… it read.
Samantha let out a sigh and turned off her phone before grabbing The Hunchback of Notre Dame to do some reading. Nothing like a story where everyone dies in the end to cheer her up…
She gazed over at the taxidermy fox that sat on the nightstand before rolling her eyes and returning to her book.
What an idiot. Samantha thought.
After flipping through pages and pages of descriptions of the architecture and religion as well as the events of the story, it started to get late. She picked up her phone and checked her texts, but had no responses.
What's been going on? Why was everyone inactive?