Chapter 2
Sam lifted her head off the cool tiles of her bathroom floor. Her head was pounding and it seemed like every part of her body was throbbing. She could vaguely remember crawling into her bathroom, which was connected to her room. She had come in to clean and bandage some of the open cuts from where the metal part of the belt had struck her. Sam concluded that she must have collapsed and passed out on the bathroom floor.
Covering her eyes with her right hand to block out the blinding sunlight that now streamed through her window. She stood up on shaky legs and leaned against her counter. She took a long deep breath. And looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her face didn't look too damaged. There was just a welt on her left cheek. She let go of the breath she was holding and moved slowly to her right to where her shower was. She turned the knobs and sat on the toilet seat and waited until the water was warm.
As she sat in silence she stared out blankly. Her mind was completely blank. She had nothing to think about. It was better that way. No disturbing images of the night before to haunt her. At least not yet.
She was snapped out of her daze when she noticed steam rising from the violet colored shower curtain. She stood up and rid herself of her clothing. Stepping into the warm water relaxed her tense and aching muscles. She glanced down at her battered body. She sucked in a sharp breath when she saw what had happen to it. She had bruises and welts all up her legs, stomach, and on the upper part of her chest. Cuts ranging from small to large were scattered around her body. Some had freshly opened in the warm water and were bleeding. There were a few bruises on her arms but there were more cuts there than anything else. But even for how many wounds she had, you could still make out the old bruises from the previous beatings.
Her body began to hurt more as she took in just how much she was hurt. She then became aware of the pulsing ache on her back. Which meant her back was probably just as badly hurt as her front. Though for all the damage that had been done to her skin it wasn't nearly as bad as the torment she now felt within herself. She let a ragged cry full of agony escape past her lips. Why was she subjected to this? What in the hell had she done? She collapsed to her knees and cried. Letting what had happen the night before fully hit her.
She cried for a little while. Letting her emotional state re-correct itself by letting everything out. Sam let the powerful wave of emotions hit her full force. Loneliness, sadness, hatred, regret, pain, all let loose in a spectacular display of tears and haggard cry's.
The water streaming down her back and over her head was the only comfort she would receive for the day and some how she took small comfort in that. Even if it wasn't human it was soothing in its own right. When her body finally stop shaking with the force of her sobs she stood back up. She was coming down from the emotional impact. And her tears had stopped flowing. Sam took a calming breath. And began to wash herself. Losing her mind once again to the sweet blankness that had taken over her mind before she had stepped into the shower.
When she was done rinsing off the soap on her body she stepped out and dried herself with a black fluffy towel. When she was done she moved to her hair. Drying it the best she could. She then carefully sat on the floor in front of her cabinet, making sure as to not bring on any more pain than she was already feeling. She dug through it until she came across what she was looking for. She pulled out some bandages and some rubbing alcohol. Then she proceeded to clean and bandage some of the bigger cuts that were scattered around her body, wincing whenever she put the rubbing alcohol on an open cut. When she was done she put her medical supplies away and headed out the door and back into her room.
Her room was in order and her door had been shut. Over all it looked like nothing had happened. Sam scowled. The room was just like her mother in an odd mocking sense, acting as if nothing had happened at all. When in fact in these very walls, she had been subjected to a hell no one should have to be put through. And that's how her mother would act. The next time Sam would see her mother after one of those nights. She'd act as if nothing and conspired between the two. Sam shook her head and cleared it. She would not put her mind through the pain of reliving what had been happening for two years now, ever since her father had left.
She ran to her closet and threw her towel on the floor. She quickly got changed into a plain black tee shirt that clung to her figure, and then pulled on black jeans that had red stitching and a skull with two bones crossed behind it stitched on the right back pocket. The jeans clung to her long legs at the top and then around the knees they fell straight down, making them baggy around her feet. She left her walk in closet and headed to her drawer and pulled out two light purple socks and pulled them on. Then walked back into her bathroom to apply her makeup and fix her hair.
Once again she was faced with her reflection, but decided it better not stop to think on anything to deep. She reached for her black eye liner and applied that as well as some black mascara. Then she put on her light purple lipstick.
Looking in her mirror Sam reached up a hand and touched the welt gingerly on her cheek. She wouldn't put cover up on it. What was the point? Even if she did you could still make it out. Besides that wasn't her thing anyway she couldn't pretend like her mother could. Sam then picked up the brush that was lying in front of her, and brushed out her black shoulder length hair. And then tied it into a half ponytail. Sam brushed her teeth and returned to her room.
Her mind was snapped back into reality after looking her room over once more. Her mind jerked out of its stupor and she began to think normally again, her thoughts daring to stray to new possibilities of what life was like on the outside. Outside this house, outside of the school she had been forced to attend, outside of this town for which she was condemned to live.
Were there just as many conformists outside of the town's boundaries as there in? She was almost positive there was, but maybe it was toned down else where. What about life? Was life more fulfilling outside of this desolate town? She could only hope. And what of people? Did they randomly just hit you in an act to solve their problems? Or turn the other way when you step through a door?
She hadn't had much good interaction with people, but she figured at the least she would be free of the chains of home. And I can always just fold into myself. There really is no reason to interact with people. With that being the last thought on her mind she ran back to her closet. Threw open the doors and rummaged threw it. Throwing clothes and shoes every which way, until she came across her navy blue duffel bag. She reached around her grabbing anything and everything within reach. And threw what she knew she would need in the bag including some of her medical supplies. She pulled on some sturdy black shoes and lifted the bag onto her shoulder.
She left her closet and set the bag on her bed. Than moved swiftly to her desk and grabbed her wallet and keys, stuffing them in her dark purple purse. Than rummaged through one of her drawers looking for her hidden stash of money. She pulled out a big wad of cash that she had been saving up. Just for emergencies. She mused to herself. She than stuffed the money into her wallet and placed the wallet back into her purse.
Turning back around, she ran to the window and looked below her second story floor. Good, no car. She must have gone to work today. She jogged to her closet and grabbed her black coat and a black and red empty backpack. Then put her duffel bag back onto her shoulder. And proceeded down the hall to her mothers room.
Sam opened the door to her mothers room very slowly and peeked in, the proceeded to step in cautiously and looked around. She knew her mother was not home. But it was a nervous habit she had picked up and could not ignore. Sam then began to walk further into the room slowly, heading for her mother's dresser on the other side of the room. When she reached it she began rummaging through it until she came across her mothers secret stash of money. Sam smiled to herself. Her mother thought she was so smart. Hiding all that money in a dresser drawer, all packed into a sock.
Her mothers logic was one thing that Sam couldn't help but think about from time to time. For instance, the sock full of a large amount of money. Her mother figured that sense they had a big house and lots of money within. That a robber would head for the safe first. So she kept a large amount in the drawer just incase. 'actuality that does kinda make sense…'
Shaking her head at her musings, she shoved the money into her purse and ran out of the room, making sure to close the door behind her. She then jogged down the stares and into the kitchen. Setting her bag down on the floor and her backpack on the counter, she went through her refrigerator and pantry. Taking chips, water, pop, bread, peanut butter, and anything else that was eatable and easy for on the road. Then put them in her backpack. And whatever didn't fit in there, ended up in what little room there was left in the duffel bag.
She left the threshold of her house and stood on her porch taking in the scenery. The air smelt of freshly fallen rain and the grass glistened with the after math of the rain fall from the night before. Taking in a deep breath she admired the smell and the peacefulness of the early morning, then she walked to her Black two door cavalier.
Opened her door and threw her backpack in the back along with her duffel bag. Then tossed her coat over them. Since it was mid spring she wouldn't be needing it yet. But it never hurt to bring it along just incase. She then set her purse down on the floor of the passenger's seat. She stood straight up again and gave her home one last look over. It had kept a roof over her head and shielded her from cold nights. But it never gave her the comforts nor the sense of 'home'. Like she had seen on T.V or had heard from people talking. No, this was right it was right for her to leave. She didn't need a reason. She just knew it to be. And with that she took a seat shut her door, and started the engine. She backed out of the driveway and was off.