A/N: Okay! I am intent on making this chapter really, really, really good!
I have some things in my head right now, but the rest is going to be
improvision! Hope you like, and keep reviewing!!
***Chapter Seven: Life, and How it Sucks***
The two sat in their separate dorms, both surrounded by laughing, happy students. The gloom resided only with them. The rest of the world seemed to get left behind as their lives crashed out of control at a surprising rate. Both students realized they wanted to be with each other. There was no doubting the connection. There were two extremes. They could be apart, or together. Samantha would never let anything happen to Blaise and for that she sacrificed a chance at being together. Being apart wasn't working either, but in Samantha's mind, it was better than endangering Blaise. There was no happy medium. But is there ever a happy medium?
******
Mid-morning it was that Sunday. The weather had matched their moods. The skies were gray and un-touched while it rained, cold and dreary. Samantha slumped back against a silver pillow. Her black hair had fanned out beneath her head, dull and without its regular shine. She moved her head to look out the window. If only time could go back... If only she had never- No! She couldn't escape this, it wasn't her fault.
"Yes it was," her mind told her. "You could have escaped and given everyone up. You could have Sam, and you didn't."
Samantha realized she was living a lie. Staring at herself in a hand mirror that had been on her bedside table, she realized that the face wasn't Samantha. Black hair... It had never suited her. The no makeup started to bug her too. She had always worn makeup. And her nails... She had let them go to crap.
"Oh my God," Samantha thought, the realization sinking in even more. "I've made up a whole story... I've made up my life, and I believed it. I even believed about being a mudblood. What have I done?"
Never in her life had she given it a second thought. Lying was a second nature. But once it hit Samantha, she felt like dying. But instead, she started to cry. It had become a ritual almost as much as detention from potions class.
"Everyone hates me here! I don't blame them."
Just then, the pug walked in.
"Crying again?" she sneered at Samantha.
"Just leave me alone, Pansy. I'm rethinking life and I don't need your input."
"Why don't you just die, if you hate life so much?"
Samantha gritted her teeth. "Because then they would get away with it."
"You never make any sense, you know!" Pansy huffed and fell onto her own bed.
"I would make sense if you knew me. But you don't. Don't worry, I don't either."
Death was looking more and more appealing.
******
The rain knocked on the window next to Blaise's bed. He was a fool. A fool for falling for her, a fool for getting upset over it. Blaise knew it. He and Samantha had a bond. They went to together like puzzle pieces. The problem was, was that Samantha's piece was warped and skewed by life. They no longer fit together.
"Draco," Blaise spoke to his once again best friend who had been looking out the window, judging whether life was worth living. "What are we doing here?"
"I don't know... Everything has become so confusing."
"I know what you mean. Everyday I wake up, I ask myself if I'm still going to be alive by the end of the day."
Draco sighed. "If there is a God, he is not merciful, yet cruel and mocking."
"Amen."
"You know what? I don't even know why I was with Pansy anymore."
Blaise sat up, from his sprawled position on the bed. "She's a bitch."
"Yeah, I know. Your lucky Blaise, you have Samantha."
Blaise laughed a hollow laugh. He hadn't yet told Draco what happened. "No, I don't. We're two different people, Draco. It's never going to work between me and her."
Draco turned to his friend. "Why not? You guys are perfect. And Blaise... You loved her so much."
"But was it returned? Hell, Draco, I think she just led me on."
"No. Leading someone on is what I did to her."
"I hate you for that."
"I hate me too. Now stop whining and get her back."
Blaise rolled back onto his back. "It's not that simple."
"No, jig-saw puzzles aren't that simple. You love her, she loves you. What more can be said?"
"You need to know her past. She's not really who you think she is."
******
It was like someone was controlling her. Samantha just started to pack up her stuff and getting ready to leave. Pansy even helped her. It was now late into the night and the two girls kept quiet.
"What's in this?" Pansy held up a box that contained all Samantha's letters from 'him'.
"Nothing!" Samantha snatched it out of Pansy's hands. "Just put the stuff in my trunk, no questions asked."
"Whatever. The faster we pack, the faster you leave."
Samantha picked up things one by one. The picture of her pretend parents made its way into her hands... then into the wall. Glass shattered everywhere, making Pansy shriek. Samantha quieted her and picked up a shard, running its edge along the top of her finger. Blood beaded on top, making Pansy shriek once more.
"Shut up, will you?! Don't worry, it's just blood. If I weren't intent of getting my stuff out of here, you'd be seeing a lot more of mine."
"That's disgusting!"
"Or is it? Blood is the essence of life, yet so many people are afraid of it. I'm not. Death is very appealing... No worries, no troubles, just an eternity of being happy."
Pansy put the last thing into Samantha's trunk and heaved it shut. "There, we're done! You can leave now."
"Thank you, I will."
******
She was halfway through the entrance hall, broom in hand and trunk floating behind her when she stopped. Someone was following her. The rain had turned to thunder, creating an eeriness to Hogwarts that it had never had. The hourglasses that held the house points loomed over her as she stepped closer to the door. Each step she took, two more followed. They didn't belong to her.
"Who's there?" she asked, spinning around quickly and bumping into her trunk.
"You never were graceful, were you, Sam?"
"Jay, this is neither the time nor place."
A very handsome man stepped out from behind the stairway that led to the moving staircases. He was probably around twenty years of age, with a menacing look to his face. He raised one eyebrow.
"Is it ever the time?"
"Stop being like that!" Samantha withheld herself from screaming at him.
"Like what?" He smirked. "Just like you, such a temper. Just like that time at the mall..."
Samantha glared, and clenched her fists. "Don't ever talk about that. Why are you here anyways?"
Jay licked his lips. "I want you back, Sam."
"You are scum. We'll never be together. EVER!"
"Tsk, tsk! You never did learn. I never take no for an answer." Jay lunged at her, his floppy 70s style hair flying behind him in a sweep of indigo.
He took hold of her hands and pushed her against a wall, in a place that was slightly hidden. "I can't believe you changed your hair colour. I used to love your long auburn mane. It was so... wild."
She struggled to get out of his grasp. "Leave. Me. Alone!" she grunted as he pushed up against her.
He smirked again. Damn his handsome face. That was what she first had fallen for. Samantha looked back into her past. That was the only thing she liked about him. Jay was pushy, abusive and rude. He was a sex-fiend and Samantha was no longer a virgin due to him. Her hate for him, made him want her even more.
He pushed her into kissing him, shoving his mouth up against hers. Then came the unzipping of his pants. Samantha struggled and fought back, but Jay was strong. The more she fought back, the more he forced himself upon her.
Samantha hated it, but he forced her anyways.
******
She was left lying on the floor after it was over. "I hate you, Jay!" she screamed.
He smiled at her, trying to seem innocent. Nothing could disguise his evil. "I must be going now. Wouldn't want to get caught by that old fossil that owns this place. Love ya, Baby!"
"FUCK YOU!!" she screamed at him as he left through the huge front doors. Samantha sobbed into her hands. She sat against the wall, skirt hiked up. She had pulled her panties up in shear modesty but the rest she didn't care about. He would come back, no matter where she went.
"Samantha?" The familiar voice had come at exactly the wrong time. Blaise Zabini just had to be sneaking down to the kitchen for a late night snack.
***End Chapter Seven***
***Chapter Seven: Life, and How it Sucks***
The two sat in their separate dorms, both surrounded by laughing, happy students. The gloom resided only with them. The rest of the world seemed to get left behind as their lives crashed out of control at a surprising rate. Both students realized they wanted to be with each other. There was no doubting the connection. There were two extremes. They could be apart, or together. Samantha would never let anything happen to Blaise and for that she sacrificed a chance at being together. Being apart wasn't working either, but in Samantha's mind, it was better than endangering Blaise. There was no happy medium. But is there ever a happy medium?
******
Mid-morning it was that Sunday. The weather had matched their moods. The skies were gray and un-touched while it rained, cold and dreary. Samantha slumped back against a silver pillow. Her black hair had fanned out beneath her head, dull and without its regular shine. She moved her head to look out the window. If only time could go back... If only she had never- No! She couldn't escape this, it wasn't her fault.
"Yes it was," her mind told her. "You could have escaped and given everyone up. You could have Sam, and you didn't."
Samantha realized she was living a lie. Staring at herself in a hand mirror that had been on her bedside table, she realized that the face wasn't Samantha. Black hair... It had never suited her. The no makeup started to bug her too. She had always worn makeup. And her nails... She had let them go to crap.
"Oh my God," Samantha thought, the realization sinking in even more. "I've made up a whole story... I've made up my life, and I believed it. I even believed about being a mudblood. What have I done?"
Never in her life had she given it a second thought. Lying was a second nature. But once it hit Samantha, she felt like dying. But instead, she started to cry. It had become a ritual almost as much as detention from potions class.
"Everyone hates me here! I don't blame them."
Just then, the pug walked in.
"Crying again?" she sneered at Samantha.
"Just leave me alone, Pansy. I'm rethinking life and I don't need your input."
"Why don't you just die, if you hate life so much?"
Samantha gritted her teeth. "Because then they would get away with it."
"You never make any sense, you know!" Pansy huffed and fell onto her own bed.
"I would make sense if you knew me. But you don't. Don't worry, I don't either."
Death was looking more and more appealing.
******
The rain knocked on the window next to Blaise's bed. He was a fool. A fool for falling for her, a fool for getting upset over it. Blaise knew it. He and Samantha had a bond. They went to together like puzzle pieces. The problem was, was that Samantha's piece was warped and skewed by life. They no longer fit together.
"Draco," Blaise spoke to his once again best friend who had been looking out the window, judging whether life was worth living. "What are we doing here?"
"I don't know... Everything has become so confusing."
"I know what you mean. Everyday I wake up, I ask myself if I'm still going to be alive by the end of the day."
Draco sighed. "If there is a God, he is not merciful, yet cruel and mocking."
"Amen."
"You know what? I don't even know why I was with Pansy anymore."
Blaise sat up, from his sprawled position on the bed. "She's a bitch."
"Yeah, I know. Your lucky Blaise, you have Samantha."
Blaise laughed a hollow laugh. He hadn't yet told Draco what happened. "No, I don't. We're two different people, Draco. It's never going to work between me and her."
Draco turned to his friend. "Why not? You guys are perfect. And Blaise... You loved her so much."
"But was it returned? Hell, Draco, I think she just led me on."
"No. Leading someone on is what I did to her."
"I hate you for that."
"I hate me too. Now stop whining and get her back."
Blaise rolled back onto his back. "It's not that simple."
"No, jig-saw puzzles aren't that simple. You love her, she loves you. What more can be said?"
"You need to know her past. She's not really who you think she is."
******
It was like someone was controlling her. Samantha just started to pack up her stuff and getting ready to leave. Pansy even helped her. It was now late into the night and the two girls kept quiet.
"What's in this?" Pansy held up a box that contained all Samantha's letters from 'him'.
"Nothing!" Samantha snatched it out of Pansy's hands. "Just put the stuff in my trunk, no questions asked."
"Whatever. The faster we pack, the faster you leave."
Samantha picked up things one by one. The picture of her pretend parents made its way into her hands... then into the wall. Glass shattered everywhere, making Pansy shriek. Samantha quieted her and picked up a shard, running its edge along the top of her finger. Blood beaded on top, making Pansy shriek once more.
"Shut up, will you?! Don't worry, it's just blood. If I weren't intent of getting my stuff out of here, you'd be seeing a lot more of mine."
"That's disgusting!"
"Or is it? Blood is the essence of life, yet so many people are afraid of it. I'm not. Death is very appealing... No worries, no troubles, just an eternity of being happy."
Pansy put the last thing into Samantha's trunk and heaved it shut. "There, we're done! You can leave now."
"Thank you, I will."
******
She was halfway through the entrance hall, broom in hand and trunk floating behind her when she stopped. Someone was following her. The rain had turned to thunder, creating an eeriness to Hogwarts that it had never had. The hourglasses that held the house points loomed over her as she stepped closer to the door. Each step she took, two more followed. They didn't belong to her.
"Who's there?" she asked, spinning around quickly and bumping into her trunk.
"You never were graceful, were you, Sam?"
"Jay, this is neither the time nor place."
A very handsome man stepped out from behind the stairway that led to the moving staircases. He was probably around twenty years of age, with a menacing look to his face. He raised one eyebrow.
"Is it ever the time?"
"Stop being like that!" Samantha withheld herself from screaming at him.
"Like what?" He smirked. "Just like you, such a temper. Just like that time at the mall..."
Samantha glared, and clenched her fists. "Don't ever talk about that. Why are you here anyways?"
Jay licked his lips. "I want you back, Sam."
"You are scum. We'll never be together. EVER!"
"Tsk, tsk! You never did learn. I never take no for an answer." Jay lunged at her, his floppy 70s style hair flying behind him in a sweep of indigo.
He took hold of her hands and pushed her against a wall, in a place that was slightly hidden. "I can't believe you changed your hair colour. I used to love your long auburn mane. It was so... wild."
She struggled to get out of his grasp. "Leave. Me. Alone!" she grunted as he pushed up against her.
He smirked again. Damn his handsome face. That was what she first had fallen for. Samantha looked back into her past. That was the only thing she liked about him. Jay was pushy, abusive and rude. He was a sex-fiend and Samantha was no longer a virgin due to him. Her hate for him, made him want her even more.
He pushed her into kissing him, shoving his mouth up against hers. Then came the unzipping of his pants. Samantha struggled and fought back, but Jay was strong. The more she fought back, the more he forced himself upon her.
Samantha hated it, but he forced her anyways.
******
She was left lying on the floor after it was over. "I hate you, Jay!" she screamed.
He smiled at her, trying to seem innocent. Nothing could disguise his evil. "I must be going now. Wouldn't want to get caught by that old fossil that owns this place. Love ya, Baby!"
"FUCK YOU!!" she screamed at him as he left through the huge front doors. Samantha sobbed into her hands. She sat against the wall, skirt hiked up. She had pulled her panties up in shear modesty but the rest she didn't care about. He would come back, no matter where she went.
"Samantha?" The familiar voice had come at exactly the wrong time. Blaise Zabini just had to be sneaking down to the kitchen for a late night snack.
***End Chapter Seven***