Hey guys! I know most of you are waiting with pitchforks to kill me, but I really am sorry. I have been stuck with school and all kinds of creativity destroying monsters, and I also had to find my muse, which coincidently came about when I was arguing with my mom about gay rights. So, without further ado here is the next chapter. This is a sort of filler chapter, and this is mostly for people who haven't played the new Tomb Raider A.K.A most of my friends. So if this seems like an unnecessary chapter, I really am sorry. Happy reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Tomb Raider.

Warning: Lesbian themes and themes of PTSD ahead.

The camera whirred to life and focused on the petite filmmaker, sitting in her swivelling chair, in a dark bed room. She stared silently into the lens, took a deep breath and laid her head down onto the table. After a few seconds she sat up and pulled her knees onto the chair and sighed.

"I don't really know….why I'm doing this." She began.

"Maybe I just want somebody to talk to, but I really can't, without them thinking I'm a lunatic….or maybe I want this to be a reminder… That I am in fact completely sane." She chuckled.

"So, where do I begin…? My name is Samantha Nishimura. My father, Toru Nishimura, is pretty much the largest businessman in Japan. I hate him. I… I don't really know why. Maybe because he never approved of my dreams." She sighed.

"Anyway, he sent me to a boarding school, when I was…um, about sixteen. There, I met this girl, Lara Croft, and surprise of surprises, we became best friends. The problem is I don't like her just as a best friend anymore. I…. I'm in love with her." She sighed and put her head in her hands.

"Anyway, we graduated, and went to college together, and soon after Lara, who was archaeology major, had a chance to go on her first expedition." Sam continued, looking back up into the camera.

"The expedition was being financed by Dr. James Whitman….asshole… and well, long story short, he lost his money and I stepped in by asking my dad to finance it, because it meant so much to Lara. It was like a dream come true for her, and I was right there with her. It was exhilarating." She smiled, not really focusing on the camera.

"But hey, I'm not this fucked up because everything went well, am I?" she said, staring back at the camera, a frown playing on her lips.

"We shipwrecked, on this island, Yamatai, Which we couldn't leave because it was surrounded by storms. The problem was we weren't the only ones on the island. Many people had shipwrecked there before, and there was this huge cult…. This guy, Mathias was their leader, and he believed that the storms were controlled by this Japanese sun queen…." She shuddered "…Himiko."

"As fate would have it…. I… am a descendent of Himiko. An even longer story short, Mathias believed that transferring the remains of Himiko's soul into her descendent, me, and killing them, would end the curse and they could escape the island. The problem was… he was right." she laughed maniacally, but soon the laughter turned into sobs.

"I can still feel her…. In my fucking head." She pointed to her temple. Taking a deep breath she composed herself.

"Um… Lara… she um, she saved me. Not once but three times. Even I don't know what she had to go through." The filmmaker stared quietly at her hands.

"She told me she had to kill dozens of men. She… told me…. She was afraid of how easy it was to… take a life. I know that. I killed a guard. It was … scary." Her eyes glossed over as she frowned, remembering.

"When we were rescued, at least those who were left, Lara fell sick. She almost died. When she was brought to the hospital, she… her body was so battered, it gave on her. She was pronounced clinically dead for seven minutes, all through which, I… begged and cried for her to come back. I broke two of her ribs, trying to wake her. And when she did, she hugged me so tightly that for a moment Yamatai had never happened. In that moment, I knew for sure… I Loved her." She smiled fondly at the memory.

"It's really painful, to see Lara go through her... healing process. She has become sort of a shadow. She hardly ever smiles. She doesn't talk. She doesn't go out. All she does is read her fathers journal, and train. I'm worried, she is losing herself. I hope I can get Lara back. There is a lot I should have told her a long time ago…" she closed her eyes. "I'm going to tell her tomorrow." She sighed.

"Now…. That is basically everything that's happened. I really hope I'm not going insane." She grabbed her head. Sam sighed and reached over to the camera, turning it off.

Lara Croft stepped out of her bedroom, wearily and made her way to the fridge. Everything was silent, and this put her in a tense state. She eyed the living room carefully and saw the light flickering beneath Sam's door.

"Great." She sighed.

That meant Sam was awake. The archaeologist would never admit it, but she was scared. She was scared for her Sam. Whenever she saw her, she was afraid Himiko would be staring back.

But that didn't stop her feelings from returning. Especially when ever Sam showed, how much she still was… her Sam. Even after everything that happened on the island.

Another thing, which had scared the survivor, was her nightmares. Night after night she woke with her sheets covered in sweat, and often blood too, having violently ripped her stitches, and Sam would have to come and tend to them. Although she loved to hear Sam, whisper words of calmness in her ear as her fingers worked, now expertly, tending to her wounds, she wanted the dreams to stop. She wanted the island to stop hunting her.

The Croft also noticed that the dreams tended to bring out a lot of violence from her. She had already broken two bedside lamps and her second phone that month. She was afraid, that in one of these rage and fear filled dreams, she wouldn't hurt the monsters that haunted her, and rather, she would hurt Sam who had come to tend to her.

Sighing she made her way to the fridge and opening it took out the milk carton. As she proceeded to the kitchen counter, she heard the doorbell.

Staring suspiciously at the clock, she grabbed a knife from the counter and she quickly made her way to the door of the apartment, and holding the knife steady, opened the door. The sight which greeted her made her drop the knife to the floor.

"Aren't you going to invite me in for a pint then, girl?" Said Conrad Roth, holding out his hands for a hug. Lara ran into his hands, sobbing.

"I'm sorry." She cried, quietly.

So there you go another cliffhanger. I'll just hide in the corner, yeah? I hope you liked it. I will try to update soon. And in case you're wondering there two or three more chapters left. Happy reading!