In The Best Interest--"The Truth About Sam"
Sam slammed down the picture album. "NO! You're lying, and I know it!" he yelled, covering his ears and screaming as loud as he could. "Sammy, please don't do this," his mom begged as she tried to wrap her arms around him.
He shook his head, the tears covering his face. He struggled out of the bench, falling and scraping up his face and knees in the process. He ran to the woods, and looked behind to see his parents grasping eachother, his mom shaking with sobs, his father yelling his name.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck this isn't happening!" he told himself as he ran through the woods, stumbling on logs and twigs. He heard someone running to him. He looked behind and cursed himself as he saw Peter.
"Sam, wait up!" Peter yelled. He grabbed Sam. Sam, instead of fighting, let himself fall into Peter's arms. "Sam don't ever do that ever again, you understand?!" Peter said harshly into Sam's ear. "Peter, they're not my mom...He's not my dad! They LIED to me! I can't go back...Please don't make me! I'm not even SAM anymore, I'm SIMUEL." Sam screamed.
"You're still Sam, and they're still your parents, Sam. You'll always be."
Sam just shook his head. "They...My real parents...They killed everyone, except me and another. Peter, I wish I were dead with them. I hate myself!" Sam screamed. "DON'T say that, Sam! Don't you DARE!" Peter snapped, "there are people that do love you, no matter what you think. Those people back there...Sam, those people back there are your parents. Blood doesn't matter! They've the ones that have fed you, have loved you for fourteen years! Not the people who would've killed you before your fifth birthday! Those people sitting at the bench, Sam, the ones crying at the bench because they know that they hurt you. THOSE are your parents!"
"The ones who have made me feel like an outsider all my life...Those, you mean?" Sam asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, those Sam. Right. The ones who MEANT to hurt you. Sam, if you don't go back there and get together with your family, you'll ruin the best thing you have. If you want to run from your problems, go ahead. I'm sure there's a nice little kidnapped out there waiting for some kid who feels like killing someone to get their hands on. People like the ones who killed your siblings!"
Peter started walking off, hoping he wasn't to harsh on Sam, but also hoping that the tough love would make Sam realize.
It did.
Sam ran up to Peter. "Peter, it sounds weird, but I...I need to be where it happened. I don't know why. I wnat to meet the one who's still alive. I think, I think I need to."
Peter smiled a little and put an arm around Sam's shoulder. "Then go talk to your parents, Sam."
Sam slammed down the picture album. "NO! You're lying, and I know it!" he yelled, covering his ears and screaming as loud as he could. "Sammy, please don't do this," his mom begged as she tried to wrap her arms around him.
He shook his head, the tears covering his face. He struggled out of the bench, falling and scraping up his face and knees in the process. He ran to the woods, and looked behind to see his parents grasping eachother, his mom shaking with sobs, his father yelling his name.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck this isn't happening!" he told himself as he ran through the woods, stumbling on logs and twigs. He heard someone running to him. He looked behind and cursed himself as he saw Peter.
"Sam, wait up!" Peter yelled. He grabbed Sam. Sam, instead of fighting, let himself fall into Peter's arms. "Sam don't ever do that ever again, you understand?!" Peter said harshly into Sam's ear. "Peter, they're not my mom...He's not my dad! They LIED to me! I can't go back...Please don't make me! I'm not even SAM anymore, I'm SIMUEL." Sam screamed.
"You're still Sam, and they're still your parents, Sam. You'll always be."
Sam just shook his head. "They...My real parents...They killed everyone, except me and another. Peter, I wish I were dead with them. I hate myself!" Sam screamed. "DON'T say that, Sam! Don't you DARE!" Peter snapped, "there are people that do love you, no matter what you think. Those people back there...Sam, those people back there are your parents. Blood doesn't matter! They've the ones that have fed you, have loved you for fourteen years! Not the people who would've killed you before your fifth birthday! Those people sitting at the bench, Sam, the ones crying at the bench because they know that they hurt you. THOSE are your parents!"
"The ones who have made me feel like an outsider all my life...Those, you mean?" Sam asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, those Sam. Right. The ones who MEANT to hurt you. Sam, if you don't go back there and get together with your family, you'll ruin the best thing you have. If you want to run from your problems, go ahead. I'm sure there's a nice little kidnapped out there waiting for some kid who feels like killing someone to get their hands on. People like the ones who killed your siblings!"
Peter started walking off, hoping he wasn't to harsh on Sam, but also hoping that the tough love would make Sam realize.
It did.
Sam ran up to Peter. "Peter, it sounds weird, but I...I need to be where it happened. I don't know why. I wnat to meet the one who's still alive. I think, I think I need to."
Peter smiled a little and put an arm around Sam's shoulder. "Then go talk to your parents, Sam."