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"It started when I was younger. I was an only child. My father was there but not really. He was always away on business trips and things of that nature. So basically it was just me and my mother most of the time, and even she was to busy to notice me." Sam started and with a slight shiver she wrapped her blanket around her tighter and continued "She didn't notice when I began to slip away from everyone and everything. I was so depressed and my own mother didn't even notice." Sam says as a small tear fell down her face. "I came close to killing myself many times, until I met Crystal. Crystal found me on one of the worst days I had had up to that point and was collecting all my items from my school locker to bring home so my parents wouldn't have to worry about it. Not like they would have noticed anyway. Well I had so much stuff that I kept dropping books and papers. Of course no one was really paying attention well one of the times I dropped some of my books and papers, I was squatting down to pick them up.
Crystal stopped and begin to neatly stack my papers as we stood up she handed them to me. She had blonde hair and was popping bubbles on a piece of gum that was in her mouth. 'I'm Crystal' she said as she had stuck her hand out to shake mine.
I moved my books to my hip, and shook her hand. 'I'm Samantha, but you can call me Sam. I got to head home though. '
I started to hurry out the door but Crystal soon caught up to me. 'Why don't you come to my house? Surely your parents won't care. We can stop first at your house so you can drop your books off.'
I slowly shrugged my shoulders. 'Ok, I guess.' I told her. With that we headed out to Crystal's car, a yellow mustang. We stopped at my house and I ran upstairs and threw my papers and books on my bed, and quickly left the house not bothering to leave my mother a note as she wouldn't have noticed anyway. We then headed to Crystal's house. No one was there except for us, and I quickly followed her upstairs to her room. Thus begin an almost daily tradition that lasted all the way through high school. We would drop my stuff off at my house then run up to her room, and shoot up with the heroin that Crystal would seem to always have. Shortly after we graduated from high school I and Crystal got tested. We both had AIDS. We decided that we would both move to NYC together one day. So we opened a savings account together and begin working to save up so we could live her. We were so close to moving here and we were about to move here except that Crystal started getting sicker and sicker. When she died, part of me died with her. SO I took all of our money and moved her. Because I knew that was what Crystal would want me to do. "
With this Sam lay down on her side, curled up and begins to sob. Mark pulls the blankets over Sam's shaking and shivering body. He then rubbed her back not knowing quite else what to do. "I'm sorry Sam; I wish I could help you with the pain. I know it's hard, I've been going through a lot of pain myself dealing with friends who have died because of AIDS, but I'll try to help you as much as I can. Plus, now you have a whole group of friends there for you now, and not just one."
Sam slowly nods then crawls out of the bed and into Mark's arms. She sobs some more and Mark shifts her around so his arms don't fall asleep. She soon buries her head into Mark's chest sobbing softly. Mark then carries her into room, so that he can sit on the couch with her. She falls asleep soon after, but Mark still holds on to her and drifts asleep himself. He wakes up about an hour later to the bohemians coming in the door. "Aw how cute." Collins says. "Hey guys." Mark says as he sits up. "How is Mimi doing?" Mark asks as he looks at Roger who seems worn out. Roger shrugs. "The doctor says she'll get better, but I'm still worried. I'm going back in the morning." With that Roger disappears into his room. "How is Roger doing?" Mark says with a look of concern for his friend. "He'll be fine once Mimi is fine, and there is no telling how long that will take. " Collins answers. Maureen and Joanne then slip off into Maureen's old room. "How is Sam?" Collins asks seeing that the girl on Mark's lap was slightly shivering. "She'll be okay. She just has scars that need healing. She seems cold though. Do you mind grabbing a blanket?" Mark answers. And Collins disappears and comes back with a few blankets. He wraps them around Mark and Sam and then heads to his own room to sleep. Mark soon falls back into a deep sleep as well.