CHAPTER 13: ONE MORE DAY.
TODAY IS NOW YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW IS THE PAST.
"Samantha, you can't just hide in your room everyday! He's dead! He's not coming back!" Hoist screamed at Sam. He wasn't trying to be mean, but he didn't like seeing the changes she had been making. The Spotette he had known and loved was, indeed, dead. Or at least it seemed that way to him.
"Hoist? Be nice!" Burnin screamed.
"Sam? Sammy? Are you listening? Burnin's being mauled by bears! Nope, she's definitely not with us." Hoist said.
"Leave her be." Burnin ordered and Hoist shook his head.
"You're only letting her slide and slip away." He growled angrily. Hoist had grown into a strong, older newsie. Bumblets barely even recognized his little brother.
"I know…" Burnin said, shaking his red hair.
It had been two days since the funeral; five since Spot 'died'. And Samantha was literally slipping. At the funeral, she was silent, and absolutely still. She cried, silently, but more and more tears leaked out. She placed a single rose by the picture of Spot, which only made her sob more. It was black and white, and he stood there, holding his cane, with his chin held a little two high and a smirk on his face. Samantha crumbled, then.
She had tried starving herself, cutting herself, and her latest scheme was about to take place.
Samantha was in her room, crying no doubt, when a voice screamed from out the window, "Spotette I'm HERE!" Followed by a thump.
The familiar voice she heard sent her into a frenzy, a pain filled frenzy. "I'm going crazy. I'M GOING CRAZY!" She screamed.
She took off running down the streets, and the voice kept echoing in her head, and she only shouted louder to try and drown it out, "I'm crazy, god! Help me! I'm crazy!"
Of course, because the normally pretty girl with black tired marks under eyes was crying and running and screaming, people actually thought she was crazy.
She found herself at the docks, and she realized it was the end of the day. She fell to her knees when the sun dipped beneath the water; the memories too painful to remember.
She wanted to remember, but she wanted to forget.
Samantha couldn't take it any more; the pushing but being pulled, the burning and the drowning, the nothing and everything. The feelings were so opposite and so together, she couldn't take it.
She found herself standing on the edge of the dock. Her body said stay, her heart said jump. That last thought, sent her diving off the edge, gracefully, but determined.
Sam felt her lungs pray for air, but she wouldn't allow it. Splotches began to appear and she felt the sadistic feeling of content.
A hand pulled her forcefully out of the water, shortly reminding her of the last time she was here, and Spot saved her.
"Just cause your little lover boy ain't here to save ya, doesn't mean I'm going to let you get out of my plan that easy!" Samantha opened her eyes and found herself on the docks, staring up into Chance's fierce eyes.
"Get off me! You killed Spot, you monster!" She said, punching him in the nose, letting few tears slip.
"I didn't kill Spot, he ain't even dead! He's right over there, see him?" He said, pointing to a tied up Spot. Sam gasped, and started shaking.
"I'll tell everyone, and they'll kill you…" Sam growled.
"Yes, they'll definitely believe the girl who tried killing herself three times, and ran down the streets screaming 'I'm crazy!' That makes since." Chance laughed.
"They will, they have too…" She said, just a whisper, then remembering Spot, she took off running, only to be grabbed around the waist and pushed to the ground.
Samantha skinned her right arm, leg, and that side of her face. Spot growled from his seat, and Chance sent him a glare.
"No, now, little girl, you can't see you little lover! He's still mine!" And with that Chance punched Sam so hard she collapsed to the ground, totally unconscious.
Burnin reached into his pocket, looking for money, but instead pulled out another note. It read: She's gone crazy. Just ask her. Oh, and I think she's seeing things…but maybe you trust her too much. Keep a hawk-like eye on her, just like me…. ~S
He flinched, what is this supposed to mean? He had to find Spotette fast. But where? He looked out for more clues, when someone in black walked by the Lodging House window, again, and wrote amazingly fast with a marker: Where it began, her savior, her lover. ~S and the person was already gone.
After about a minute of thinking, 'What the hell does that mean?' Burnin realized that he should be at the docks.
He ran there, his long skinny legs bounding him very dear-like, to say the least. He found Samantha, soaking wet, laying in a heap on the docks. A note was attached to her shirt, and it said: Don't believe the bitch. Attention. ~S
"Sam, wake up…" He got her sitting upright, and finally her eyes fluttered open. For a few seconds they were squinted, as if trying to see better, but then the popped. Not like, exploded, eww no, but they shot open to the size of disks.
"Chance has Spot! He's not dead! Burnin, he's not dead!" She said, crying happy tears for a change, and she hugged him.
"Really? Because you're the one who said he was dead, now you're the one saying he's alive. That doesn't really cross over well." Burnin said, remembering the notes.
"Whaaaa? You-you don't be-believe me?" She said, mad and disbelieving at the same time.
"No, it's not really that—" Burnin was interrupted.
"Go to hell! Chance said you wouldn't listen!" Pushing herself up and away from her friend.
"Wait, you talked to Chance?"
"He pulled me out of the water, thinking I was trying to kill myself—which I was not! I was swimming! And he said 'you can't kill yourself that easy, I still want you to suffer' and then I told him I would tell everyone and he said I was crazy and they wouldn't believe. He was so sure of it, too!" Sam exclaimed, and started to walk away, obviously furious.
But, Burnin, soaking everything up still, didn't follow her, and that was going to cost them both a lot.
MmmKayy, so what did you think? Hi, I'm Bren, and I can't read minds. So yeah, REVIEW! Please?
I, personally like Burnin a lot, and actually named resembled him after a boy in my classes.
Super tall and EXTREMELY skinny, straight-covers the ear-long hair that he flicks out of his eyes?
Yeah, you kow the type. Jocks, funny because in their mind they're the funniest guy alive?
Yeah, you try having a locker by him all year long and see how messed up you turn out. Haha, you rock L.T!