Understanding by Delliham

Chapter 4 – Understanding

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We're supposed to try and be real. And I feel alone, and we're not together. And that is real

Now, late at night, she was all alone.

People had stopped visiting her, not even the nurses came in and tried to give her medication, it was just slipped through the flap in the door along with her food.

Alone.

You're not alone

Sam opened her eyes, not waiting for them to adjust to the darkness walked toward the door.

"Call me crazy, but I know you're not real, which means I am alone"

"Samantha, with all we have ever been through, you still don't think this is real? No wonder you have been locked up"

Sam sighed; at this point in time she really didn't care, what was real, what wasn't.

She moved closer to the door, to him.

"I just don't think I can get out of this one, not this time"

He took both her hands and looked into her eyes,

"There is always a way"

Can't wish it all away

Can't hope it all away

Can't cry it all way

She lay on the bed, content and worry free. She was with the man she had always loved and everything was going to be all right.

Her wrists cried crimson tears, a testimony to the broken skin, rubbed raw by her own fingernails

Cant scratch it all way

Can't scream it all away

It just won't fade away………

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o-.-o-.-o-.-o

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Back in among the tables and chairs she felt like a mouse in a maze, only difference was she didn't get a tasty treat at the end.

"Come on sweetie" the guard cooed "you cant run forever", his unnerving smile still plastered to his big dumb face.

Still she scrabbled away, desperate to make it to the cafeteria entrance, to into the hospital.

'Dont just give up' her mind screamed at her 'run like all hell back to the corridor'. And she did…… right into a second security man.

"Gary!" the first guard yelled out, part in warning part in surprise. Gary looked down at the small woman, then the shocked look on her face. He followed her gaze to the swelling red spot growing on his shirt.

"Shit Bob" he choked out as he fell to the floor. Sam just stood there, knife poised, letting the event absorb into her like blood into the dead mans clothes.

Screaming and full of rage 'Bob' charged Samantha.

Like so many times before this, so many missions to strange planets, and even though she was on the verge of collapsing, her survival training kicked in. 'he's not so big nor tough' her mind taunted.

He was caught unaware, she was too quick for him, ducking, dodging, stabbing.

He fell to the floor like his friend before him, choking and wheezing for what little precious oxygen he could suck in.

A shadow fell over him and in his minds eye Bob saw the final slash that ended his life.

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Surveillance where the ones who spotted the pools of blood, flowing of the edge of the bed.

Emergency teams sped down to her cell as fast as humanly possible.

She didn't hear the yelling of the doctor's orders or the sound of her door being flung open. She didn't feel the sharp jab of a cannula in her arm, or the cold metal of the doctor's stethoscopes checking for her life signs. Nor did she see ECG monitor, her heart rate peaking one last time and then turn into a steady constant line.

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"I didn't just kill you that day" She whispered.

Because I'm dieing too

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Fin

The End :(

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