Kinda sad-like this chapter is.
Sam groaned as the warm rays of the sun tried to penetrate through her eyelids, forcing her to shade her eyes with her forearm and tried to go back to sleep.
She cursed softly and gave up, finally sitting up and rubbing her eyes vigorously. She opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings, noticing she was on the floor. She then realized she was in Squee's room; she recognized all the things with big smiley faces on them.
It always kind of freaked her out. She felt like they were all watching and laughing at her. She was alone in the small room, though she didn't think so. She could feel eyes on her and frantically jumped to her feet and hopped onto the windowsill.
"Wait!" she turned her head and saw Squee and Pepito behind her, each holding a bowl of half-eaten cereal. "Were you leaving?" Squee asked, his voice quiet. She nodded, then shook her head. "Dunno." She looked pensive for a moment.
"Did last night really happen?" "Si." Pepito answered, setting his bowl on the floor. "The woman, the fight, the gas. Mmmyep…" she then saw that Squee a few scratches on his right cheek and winced a little. She looked back out the window and was about to jump, when she saw that Johnny was staring at her from his window.
She locked eyes with him and stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Though Nny's eyes were unreadable, Sam's seemed to be full of sadness, and what appeared to be, pity. She then saw the paperboy out of the corner of her eye as he threw a paper, where it thudded against Nny's door.
He snapped his head to the side and went to get it, and Sam fell backwards and onto the floor, frozen. Startled, the boys helped her back up and tried to snap her out of her daze, but their words fell on dead ears, for Sam had gone into a deep trance-like state.
"Wake up!" Squee yelled, pouring the remaining cereal on her face, making her yelp in surprise and jumping to her feet. She flung her head around, sending milk and cereal bits everywhere, then scratched her nose.
"What was all that about?" she looked at her friends then turned her head, eyes averted. "Nothing. Just thinking." Their beseeching expressions urged her to tell them and she took a deep breath. "Okay. When I went to my dads', I found out I had a big brother,"
"You don't sound too pleased about it," Pepito murmured, causing Sam's ears to wiggle. "Well, he's just like Johnny." The boys gulped and backed away from her, but she sighed heavily and sat down on the bed. "Personality wise, not hobby wise."
She waited a moment for the two to relax before she continued. "Well, he's dealt with past trauma like me, but he's taken it a different way. He's trying to shut off all emotions. The thing with being human is, you have emotions and feelings, and if you don't accept them, you'll just be fighting them.
He…" she took in a shaky breath and wiped her eyes as she went back over to the window. "…he looks at me with these cold, dead eyes. Like dolls eyes. If you have no emotions, then…" she hopped out the window, "…you're only the mere shell of a human." And with that, she was gone.
Gah, that was short x_X I've been having writers block.