Disclamer: I own none of the Rocket Power characters, but I do own Rob and Jess.
Chapter 6: Downward Spiral
Sam did not leave his house for the remainder of the weekend. He spent his time listening to CDs, doing homework, and dreading Monday when he would have to face everybody, and Reggie.
Paula Dullard noticed her son's behavior and asked him what was wrong, his response was-"Nothing." But she did not have time to talk with her moody teenage son, because she had to go to a convention in a city that was an hour away.
"Oh well, looks like its just you and me again buddy" Sam said to his knife before he brought it down to his scarred wrist and began what had become a daily ritual since last week.
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Across the cul-de-sac, Reggie Rocket had been spending her Sunday the same way as Sam. Except she cried mostly. Otto had suggested that he and Twister have a "friendly chat" with Sam, but Reggie knew what he ment and strictly forbid him from laying a finger on Sam.
People who had witnessed her fight with Sam called her all day, asking if she was okay, offering to beat up Sam; but she ignored these calls and any one who tried to make her feel better.
Her father tried to talk to her as well as Tito; but she had screamed him out of her room and cursed at Tito's quotations of the ancient hawaiians. Reggie had decided that her friendship with Sam was officially over and tried to convince Otto and Twister to do the same.
"But what about street hockey? Who's gonna be our goalie?" Twister asked.
"We'll have try-outs for a new goalie and besides, Sam hasn't been coming to practice anyway." Reggie said.
"What about "The 'Zine"? without Sam's computer skills, its gonna totally suck!" Otto whined.
"I've been watching Sam on the computer for years, I know how to do it myself now." She retorted.
"So what your saying is that we're like, not gonna hang out with Sam anymore?" Twister asked in a confused voice. Reggie and Otto both sighed.
"Yes Maurice. Besides, Sam has his own friends to hang out with. He doesn't need us and we don't need him." She said defensively.
"I guess your right Reg." Twister said in a defeated voice.
"Of course I am." Reg said as she teared a photograph of Sam and her off her bedroom wall.
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AS he walked through the crowed hallway of the school on Monday morning, Sam heard whispers and saw people pointing at him and giving dirty looks. He walked a bit faster, looking down at his shoes and wishing he could disappear of the face of the earth. He suddenly felt himself colliding into the back of another student.
"Sorry" he muttered, not looking at the person.
"Don't worry about it besides, I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, Shady." The person whom Sam ran into said. Sam looked up and to meet the face of Twwister Rodrigez.
"How is she?" Sam asked, knowing perfectly well who Twister was talking about.
"Miserable, she barely talked to anyone yesterday. She says she never wants to talk to you again, but I still think you should apologize Sammy. She might not want to make up with you but, its still the right thing to do." Twister said, showing an uncharacteristic wisdom.
"I'll try." replied Sam and he continued walking to class. Sam reached his first and favorite class, Art. Rob and Jess were already sitting at the usual table, talking in low voices. They looked up to see Sam and immediately put on false smiles and gestured him to come over to the table. Without a doubt in his mind, Sam knew that they were obviously talking about him.
"How ya' feelin' goood buddy?" Rob asked in a southern accent as a lame attempt to cheer Sam up. Sam put on a fake sugary smile and replied-
"Like shit, thank you very much!" the smile then disappeared off Sam's face. Rob and Jess exchanged anxious looks.
"So how are things with your girlfriend, or should I say ex-girlfriend? Jess asked in a casual voice.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked in confusion. Jess heaved a sigh and said-
"You know, Saturday night, the beach, she screamed her lungs out and slapped in front of like... fifty people. You'd think someone would remeber being dissed like that-"
"No not that!" Sam interrupted, "What do you mean, girlfriend? Me and Reg have been best friends since I moved here." Rob and Jess looked at him in shock.
"You mean you two were never dating?" Rob asked
"Of course not, why would you get that idea?" Sam asked.
"Well you guys did spend a lot of time together. And Reg was always checking you out." Jess said
"That's what friends do! They hang out together- hold on! What you mean she was checking me out?!" Sam asked in disbelief.
"Oh come on! Don't tell me you've never noticed it!! Anybody could tell that she liked as way more than a friend!" Jess told Sam, who could only gawk.
"Well this complicates things a bit." Rob said. Sam rested his head in his hands as he felt a throbbing headache starting.
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Reggie's day had been going smoothly so far, when people asked her if she was alright, she said 'yes' and gave them false smiles. On the outside, she appeared calm and happy, as if Saturday night had never happened. But inside she was miserable, anxious, and nervous about her next class; fifth period chemistry with her former best friend.
Sam was already there when she entered the classroom, he was staring down at his notebook as if it were the most interesting thing in the world, and it wasn't even open. His head stared to lift up and Reggie quickly averted her eyes from him. She sat up front with her back to Sam, she could feel his eyes on her.
Thankfully, the whole class was spent taking notes, so Sam and Reg didn't have to face eachother. The boys sitting around Sam whispered insults to him, they never did this before. But since Reggie's outburst, people usually ignored Sam were starting to hate him. The teacher did not notice Sam being picked on, but Sam didn't really care; he just ignored them.
The bell finally rang, and Sam was one of the first people to exit the room. He quickly made his way to the back of the school where no one would give him a hard time. The usual outcasts were there, nobody even glanced at Sam, which suited him just fine.
"So, have you talked to her yet?" a voice behind asked. Sam spun around and saw Twister, towering over him.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked. Popular people like Twister, didn't come behind the school where all the "freaks",a s they were called, hung out during free periods. People like him would rather sit out in the sun, play frisbee and gossip with friends.
"I knew you would be here." he simply said "have you apologized to Reggie yet?" he asked again.
"No, but I will. Just not now when she's surrounded by people, I wanna talk to her alone. So get off my back already!" Sam said defensively.
"I'm not forcing you to talk to Reggie. You do what you want, Sam. But if I know your as good a person as Reggie says- well once said you are, then you'll do the right thing and swallow your pride, and you'll talk to her." Twister said in a quiet voice. Sam just looked at him in disbelief. He would have never expected Twister to ever say such words. Sam quickly replaced his awed look with a frown.
"Whatever Twist." He said. And walked around him towards the school. He was surprised that Twister made no move to stop him. Sam entered the deserted halls and went into the Men's room, which was also empty. He went into the stall that was the farthest away from the door and locked the door.
Sam pulled out his trusty blade and rolled up his shirt sleave. He brought the knife down a couple of times, being careful not to cut too deep. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief, the door to the bathroom squeked open and Sam's eyes opened in panic. He grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned off his wrist in a hurry, but the blood kept running.
"Sam are you in here?" a familiar voice called out. 'Rob' Sam said to himself. He threw the bloody paper into the toilet end flushed. He rolled down the sleaves of his black long sleave, silenty thanking god for his choice of clothes that day. He walked out if the stall to see Rob looking at him with concern.
"Are you alright? I saw that Twister guy talking to you and then you just ran off." Rob said in hurried voice. "Was he giving you a hard time?" he asked.
"Don't worry about it Rob." Sam said with a forced smile. "Come on, the periods' almost over." The two friends exited the restroom. Sam had failed to notice the blood that had dripped on the floor of his stall, but Rob didn't. He said nothing to Sam.
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The sun had set and Reggie started to make her way home from the beach, she had beem surfing since school let out to clear her mind. For the first time in a few days, she was in a good mood and nothing could ruin it...well maybe one "thing" could- "Reggie" a familiar voice called out behind her.
Reggie stopped dead in her tracks, she recognized the voice, and it belonged to the one person she never wanted to see again. She slowly turned around to meet the face of her ex-best friend.
"What do you want Dullard?" she asked coldly. She was surprised to see that Sam was not at all taken back by her harsh voice as he walked closer to her.
"I just wanted to talk to you." he said with hope in his eyes. Reggie considered his proposal for a few moments and said "Talk then."
"I just wanted to apologize for not showing up on Saturday night, you see the party was the same night as a concert that I already had tickets to and I completely forgot about that when I agreed to go to the party with you." he explained.
"Oh, so when you remebered about your little concert you completely forgot about me is that what you're saying? Look if you already had plans you could have just called me so I would know that you were ditching me for something 'important'!" she said harshly.
"Reg, its not like that and you know it! Hey I'm sorry alright? I fucked up, I admit it. All I wanted to do is apologize for it, you don't have to bite my head off!" Sam retorted in an agitated voice.
"You're right Sam, I don't have to bite your head off. I don't have to accept your apology and I don't have to assoiciate with you anymore. Ya know what? I don't even have to say anything to you, because as far as I'm concerned You're dead to me Sam Dullard!" she screamed. Sam could only stand in shock as she walked away.
Reggie's last words to him had been the same as his father's last words to him. It was hard to tell whose words hurt worse, but it didn't help to just think about pain, he needed to feel it.
"Fine, if she wants me dead, so be it." Sam said under his breath angrily, and walked home while thinking how he was going to give Reggie her wish.
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"Are you sure it was his blood?" Jess asked in disbelief. Rob had just finished telling her about his confrontation with Sam in the Men's room that afternoon.
"Well he was wearing long sleaves, but come on Jess, Sam has been really depressed lately." Rob insisted.
"Rob, just because someone's depressed, does not mean they resort to self-mutalation. Besides Sam would never do anything like that." she said.
"Well even if he's not cutting himself, he's still not okay, and we should talk him. Because we're basically the only friends he has left." Rob persuaded.
"Alright, we'll talk to him. But I still can't believe you would think Sam would be sucidal just because he got into a fight with his girlfriend." she said while defeatedly putting on her sneakers.
"For your information, just because someone intentionally cuts themselves does not make them suicidal. They just use it as a release. And Sam and Reggie were never dating." He said in a annoyed voice.
"Whatever Robert, and lay off the psychology books." Jess said while following Rob out the door into the cool night air.
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Sam's home was empty as usual, and for Sam this was a good thing; no interruptions. He quickly made his way downstairs to his bedroom. He walked into his bathroom and turned on the water to the tub. He walked back into his room and seached for a piece of paper and a pen.
After he finally located a notebook, he jotted down a note to those whom he held close: his mom, the Rocket crew, Rob, Jess, ect. In it he told them not to blame themselves, for it was his fault for being such a screw-up. The note was only a couple sentences long, but still meaningful. He took his knife out of his pocket and walked into the bathroom.
The tub was now nearly filled to the brim with warm water, Sam shut off the tap before it could overflow. He tapped the note up on the the mirror and pulled his long sleaved shirt off. The new cuts stood out brightly on his pale skin. Sam brought his blade down on his left arm hard, making a long cut that went from his wrist past his elbow. He hissed in pain as the new cut bisected threw old scars. He repeated the cut again on his right arm.
Tears were now streaming down his face as he kneeled down to the tub and submergered both bleeding arms into the water. He choked back sobs as his life flashed before his eyes- his father's angry face, meeting Reggie for the first time, Otto and Twister's taunts, learning to surf, his mother's smiling face, running, Jess, Rob, his fight with Reggie...
Sam began to feel dizzy, the water in the tub was now a dark shade of red. It was becoming harder to breathe, and everything was going black. Suddenly he heard a familar voice scream his name, followed by another cursing. He felt hands grab his shoulders, but he passed out before he could see who was there.
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Regggie was not in a good mood, after her confrontation with Sam, she took the longer route home to blow off some steam, and to avoid Sam. She was aproaching the cul-de-sac when she saw two figures standing in front of Sam's house, doing what seemed to be arguing.
"What are we gonna say to him?" a female voice said.
"I'm gonna get right to the point and ask him if he's cutting." a masculine voice replied. Reggie suddenly became intrigued in their conversation. 'Are they talking about Sam?' she thought to herself.
"He's not cutting Rob." the female voice insisted. "But how do you know that?" The man's voice challenged.
"Because Sam's not like that!" Reggie let out a gasp and immedietly regretted it as Jess and Rob turned around to catch her. They stared at her in shock, Reggie became nervous and cleared her throught.
"uh...what did you say was wrong with Sam?" she asked meekly.
"What do you care?" Jess sneered. Rob ignored Jess's sour attitude and explained what he saw that afternoon. As she listened, every bad thought about Sam in Reggie's head became replaced with guilt and concern.
"I'm coming with you." She clearly stated. Jess opened her mouth to object but Rob gave her a hard look telling her not to.
They walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. A few moments passed with no noise from inside the house and Rob rang the doorbell again. Still nothing. He started banging on the door and yelling Sam's name as Reg and Jess looked throught the windows. Rob finally grew impatient and turned the doorknob, the door was unlocked.
He quickly ran through the door and towards the basement stairs where the only source of light currently was. The girls quickly followed. They reached the bottom of the stairs to see that the room was vacant. Reg saw that the bathroom door was open a crack and the light was on. Not even thinking that Sam wouldn't be decent, Reggie opened the door to bathroom to see the most gruesome sight of her life.
Sam's arms were covered in blood and his body was swaying in exhaustion, a red crusted blade lay by his feet. "SAMMY!" she screamed. Rob ran up behind her.
"Shit." He said panicily. He ran up and grabbed Sam as he fell unconsious and lay him on the floor He brought his fingers to Sam's neck, searching for a pulse. He looked up at the girl's stunned faces.
"Call an ambulance, now!" He ordered.
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Next chapter: The hospital, obviously!
A/N: Thank you reviewers!
Chapter 6: Downward Spiral
Sam did not leave his house for the remainder of the weekend. He spent his time listening to CDs, doing homework, and dreading Monday when he would have to face everybody, and Reggie.
Paula Dullard noticed her son's behavior and asked him what was wrong, his response was-"Nothing." But she did not have time to talk with her moody teenage son, because she had to go to a convention in a city that was an hour away.
"Oh well, looks like its just you and me again buddy" Sam said to his knife before he brought it down to his scarred wrist and began what had become a daily ritual since last week.
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Across the cul-de-sac, Reggie Rocket had been spending her Sunday the same way as Sam. Except she cried mostly. Otto had suggested that he and Twister have a "friendly chat" with Sam, but Reggie knew what he ment and strictly forbid him from laying a finger on Sam.
People who had witnessed her fight with Sam called her all day, asking if she was okay, offering to beat up Sam; but she ignored these calls and any one who tried to make her feel better.
Her father tried to talk to her as well as Tito; but she had screamed him out of her room and cursed at Tito's quotations of the ancient hawaiians. Reggie had decided that her friendship with Sam was officially over and tried to convince Otto and Twister to do the same.
"But what about street hockey? Who's gonna be our goalie?" Twister asked.
"We'll have try-outs for a new goalie and besides, Sam hasn't been coming to practice anyway." Reggie said.
"What about "The 'Zine"? without Sam's computer skills, its gonna totally suck!" Otto whined.
"I've been watching Sam on the computer for years, I know how to do it myself now." She retorted.
"So what your saying is that we're like, not gonna hang out with Sam anymore?" Twister asked in a confused voice. Reggie and Otto both sighed.
"Yes Maurice. Besides, Sam has his own friends to hang out with. He doesn't need us and we don't need him." She said defensively.
"I guess your right Reg." Twister said in a defeated voice.
"Of course I am." Reg said as she teared a photograph of Sam and her off her bedroom wall.
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AS he walked through the crowed hallway of the school on Monday morning, Sam heard whispers and saw people pointing at him and giving dirty looks. He walked a bit faster, looking down at his shoes and wishing he could disappear of the face of the earth. He suddenly felt himself colliding into the back of another student.
"Sorry" he muttered, not looking at the person.
"Don't worry about it besides, I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, Shady." The person whom Sam ran into said. Sam looked up and to meet the face of Twwister Rodrigez.
"How is she?" Sam asked, knowing perfectly well who Twister was talking about.
"Miserable, she barely talked to anyone yesterday. She says she never wants to talk to you again, but I still think you should apologize Sammy. She might not want to make up with you but, its still the right thing to do." Twister said, showing an uncharacteristic wisdom.
"I'll try." replied Sam and he continued walking to class. Sam reached his first and favorite class, Art. Rob and Jess were already sitting at the usual table, talking in low voices. They looked up to see Sam and immediately put on false smiles and gestured him to come over to the table. Without a doubt in his mind, Sam knew that they were obviously talking about him.
"How ya' feelin' goood buddy?" Rob asked in a southern accent as a lame attempt to cheer Sam up. Sam put on a fake sugary smile and replied-
"Like shit, thank you very much!" the smile then disappeared off Sam's face. Rob and Jess exchanged anxious looks.
"So how are things with your girlfriend, or should I say ex-girlfriend? Jess asked in a casual voice.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked in confusion. Jess heaved a sigh and said-
"You know, Saturday night, the beach, she screamed her lungs out and slapped in front of like... fifty people. You'd think someone would remeber being dissed like that-"
"No not that!" Sam interrupted, "What do you mean, girlfriend? Me and Reg have been best friends since I moved here." Rob and Jess looked at him in shock.
"You mean you two were never dating?" Rob asked
"Of course not, why would you get that idea?" Sam asked.
"Well you guys did spend a lot of time together. And Reg was always checking you out." Jess said
"That's what friends do! They hang out together- hold on! What you mean she was checking me out?!" Sam asked in disbelief.
"Oh come on! Don't tell me you've never noticed it!! Anybody could tell that she liked as way more than a friend!" Jess told Sam, who could only gawk.
"Well this complicates things a bit." Rob said. Sam rested his head in his hands as he felt a throbbing headache starting.
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Reggie's day had been going smoothly so far, when people asked her if she was alright, she said 'yes' and gave them false smiles. On the outside, she appeared calm and happy, as if Saturday night had never happened. But inside she was miserable, anxious, and nervous about her next class; fifth period chemistry with her former best friend.
Sam was already there when she entered the classroom, he was staring down at his notebook as if it were the most interesting thing in the world, and it wasn't even open. His head stared to lift up and Reggie quickly averted her eyes from him. She sat up front with her back to Sam, she could feel his eyes on her.
Thankfully, the whole class was spent taking notes, so Sam and Reg didn't have to face eachother. The boys sitting around Sam whispered insults to him, they never did this before. But since Reggie's outburst, people usually ignored Sam were starting to hate him. The teacher did not notice Sam being picked on, but Sam didn't really care; he just ignored them.
The bell finally rang, and Sam was one of the first people to exit the room. He quickly made his way to the back of the school where no one would give him a hard time. The usual outcasts were there, nobody even glanced at Sam, which suited him just fine.
"So, have you talked to her yet?" a voice behind asked. Sam spun around and saw Twister, towering over him.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked. Popular people like Twister, didn't come behind the school where all the "freaks",a s they were called, hung out during free periods. People like him would rather sit out in the sun, play frisbee and gossip with friends.
"I knew you would be here." he simply said "have you apologized to Reggie yet?" he asked again.
"No, but I will. Just not now when she's surrounded by people, I wanna talk to her alone. So get off my back already!" Sam said defensively.
"I'm not forcing you to talk to Reggie. You do what you want, Sam. But if I know your as good a person as Reggie says- well once said you are, then you'll do the right thing and swallow your pride, and you'll talk to her." Twister said in a quiet voice. Sam just looked at him in disbelief. He would have never expected Twister to ever say such words. Sam quickly replaced his awed look with a frown.
"Whatever Twist." He said. And walked around him towards the school. He was surprised that Twister made no move to stop him. Sam entered the deserted halls and went into the Men's room, which was also empty. He went into the stall that was the farthest away from the door and locked the door.
Sam pulled out his trusty blade and rolled up his shirt sleave. He brought the knife down a couple of times, being careful not to cut too deep. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief, the door to the bathroom squeked open and Sam's eyes opened in panic. He grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned off his wrist in a hurry, but the blood kept running.
"Sam are you in here?" a familiar voice called out. 'Rob' Sam said to himself. He threw the bloody paper into the toilet end flushed. He rolled down the sleaves of his black long sleave, silenty thanking god for his choice of clothes that day. He walked out if the stall to see Rob looking at him with concern.
"Are you alright? I saw that Twister guy talking to you and then you just ran off." Rob said in hurried voice. "Was he giving you a hard time?" he asked.
"Don't worry about it Rob." Sam said with a forced smile. "Come on, the periods' almost over." The two friends exited the restroom. Sam had failed to notice the blood that had dripped on the floor of his stall, but Rob didn't. He said nothing to Sam.
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The sun had set and Reggie started to make her way home from the beach, she had beem surfing since school let out to clear her mind. For the first time in a few days, she was in a good mood and nothing could ruin it...well maybe one "thing" could- "Reggie" a familiar voice called out behind her.
Reggie stopped dead in her tracks, she recognized the voice, and it belonged to the one person she never wanted to see again. She slowly turned around to meet the face of her ex-best friend.
"What do you want Dullard?" she asked coldly. She was surprised to see that Sam was not at all taken back by her harsh voice as he walked closer to her.
"I just wanted to talk to you." he said with hope in his eyes. Reggie considered his proposal for a few moments and said "Talk then."
"I just wanted to apologize for not showing up on Saturday night, you see the party was the same night as a concert that I already had tickets to and I completely forgot about that when I agreed to go to the party with you." he explained.
"Oh, so when you remebered about your little concert you completely forgot about me is that what you're saying? Look if you already had plans you could have just called me so I would know that you were ditching me for something 'important'!" she said harshly.
"Reg, its not like that and you know it! Hey I'm sorry alright? I fucked up, I admit it. All I wanted to do is apologize for it, you don't have to bite my head off!" Sam retorted in an agitated voice.
"You're right Sam, I don't have to bite your head off. I don't have to accept your apology and I don't have to assoiciate with you anymore. Ya know what? I don't even have to say anything to you, because as far as I'm concerned You're dead to me Sam Dullard!" she screamed. Sam could only stand in shock as she walked away.
Reggie's last words to him had been the same as his father's last words to him. It was hard to tell whose words hurt worse, but it didn't help to just think about pain, he needed to feel it.
"Fine, if she wants me dead, so be it." Sam said under his breath angrily, and walked home while thinking how he was going to give Reggie her wish.
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"Are you sure it was his blood?" Jess asked in disbelief. Rob had just finished telling her about his confrontation with Sam in the Men's room that afternoon.
"Well he was wearing long sleaves, but come on Jess, Sam has been really depressed lately." Rob insisted.
"Rob, just because someone's depressed, does not mean they resort to self-mutalation. Besides Sam would never do anything like that." she said.
"Well even if he's not cutting himself, he's still not okay, and we should talk him. Because we're basically the only friends he has left." Rob persuaded.
"Alright, we'll talk to him. But I still can't believe you would think Sam would be sucidal just because he got into a fight with his girlfriend." she said while defeatedly putting on her sneakers.
"For your information, just because someone intentionally cuts themselves does not make them suicidal. They just use it as a release. And Sam and Reggie were never dating." He said in a annoyed voice.
"Whatever Robert, and lay off the psychology books." Jess said while following Rob out the door into the cool night air.
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Sam's home was empty as usual, and for Sam this was a good thing; no interruptions. He quickly made his way downstairs to his bedroom. He walked into his bathroom and turned on the water to the tub. He walked back into his room and seached for a piece of paper and a pen.
After he finally located a notebook, he jotted down a note to those whom he held close: his mom, the Rocket crew, Rob, Jess, ect. In it he told them not to blame themselves, for it was his fault for being such a screw-up. The note was only a couple sentences long, but still meaningful. He took his knife out of his pocket and walked into the bathroom.
The tub was now nearly filled to the brim with warm water, Sam shut off the tap before it could overflow. He tapped the note up on the the mirror and pulled his long sleaved shirt off. The new cuts stood out brightly on his pale skin. Sam brought his blade down on his left arm hard, making a long cut that went from his wrist past his elbow. He hissed in pain as the new cut bisected threw old scars. He repeated the cut again on his right arm.
Tears were now streaming down his face as he kneeled down to the tub and submergered both bleeding arms into the water. He choked back sobs as his life flashed before his eyes- his father's angry face, meeting Reggie for the first time, Otto and Twister's taunts, learning to surf, his mother's smiling face, running, Jess, Rob, his fight with Reggie...
Sam began to feel dizzy, the water in the tub was now a dark shade of red. It was becoming harder to breathe, and everything was going black. Suddenly he heard a familar voice scream his name, followed by another cursing. He felt hands grab his shoulders, but he passed out before he could see who was there.
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Regggie was not in a good mood, after her confrontation with Sam, she took the longer route home to blow off some steam, and to avoid Sam. She was aproaching the cul-de-sac when she saw two figures standing in front of Sam's house, doing what seemed to be arguing.
"What are we gonna say to him?" a female voice said.
"I'm gonna get right to the point and ask him if he's cutting." a masculine voice replied. Reggie suddenly became intrigued in their conversation. 'Are they talking about Sam?' she thought to herself.
"He's not cutting Rob." the female voice insisted. "But how do you know that?" The man's voice challenged.
"Because Sam's not like that!" Reggie let out a gasp and immedietly regretted it as Jess and Rob turned around to catch her. They stared at her in shock, Reggie became nervous and cleared her throught.
"uh...what did you say was wrong with Sam?" she asked meekly.
"What do you care?" Jess sneered. Rob ignored Jess's sour attitude and explained what he saw that afternoon. As she listened, every bad thought about Sam in Reggie's head became replaced with guilt and concern.
"I'm coming with you." She clearly stated. Jess opened her mouth to object but Rob gave her a hard look telling her not to.
They walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. A few moments passed with no noise from inside the house and Rob rang the doorbell again. Still nothing. He started banging on the door and yelling Sam's name as Reg and Jess looked throught the windows. Rob finally grew impatient and turned the doorknob, the door was unlocked.
He quickly ran through the door and towards the basement stairs where the only source of light currently was. The girls quickly followed. They reached the bottom of the stairs to see that the room was vacant. Reg saw that the bathroom door was open a crack and the light was on. Not even thinking that Sam wouldn't be decent, Reggie opened the door to bathroom to see the most gruesome sight of her life.
Sam's arms were covered in blood and his body was swaying in exhaustion, a red crusted blade lay by his feet. "SAMMY!" she screamed. Rob ran up behind her.
"Shit." He said panicily. He ran up and grabbed Sam as he fell unconsious and lay him on the floor He brought his fingers to Sam's neck, searching for a pulse. He looked up at the girl's stunned faces.
"Call an ambulance, now!" He ordered.
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Next chapter: The hospital, obviously!
A/N: Thank you reviewers!
