Hey everyone, I'm sorry it's taken me sooooo long to update! As I've said on my other stories, I've been busy, so forgive me if this next chapter isn't very long. I promise I'll write more when school lets out! Thx!


Chapter 4

How have I been, how have you been, It's been so long,

What have you done with all your time, and what went wrong...

Sam dropped down onto the floor, feeling empty, feeling as if she'd done all she could do but she wasn't good enough. If that's what she'd been feeling, she'd been wrong. Danny stopped, uncocked the gun, dropped it outside of the door. He grabbed the keyand unlocked the bathroom door. Sam let out a breath she hadn't even noticed that she had been holding. She looked up at the broken ceiling, feeling a little bit of relief coming towards hermind. At least the seemingly worst part of the calamity was over. She grabbed a towel off of the shelf and stepped over all the clutter, reaching for the worn door handle. This time it clicked open easily, allowing her out of the bathroom.

Danny looked over, his eyes red and puffy. Sam didn't think she'd ever seen him cry before. She just stood there, paralyzed in a feeling between relief and fear. No one had stopped the CD player, it just continued playing. The television was muted, showing pictures of war and sports and weather reports.

"Sam, what's wrong?"

Sam looked away, down at the ground, feeling as if she could just vanish completely from the moment. She just didn't want to deal with all of this right now, though something told her that she ought to.

"Danny, why? Why did you try to do that? Why would you?"

"I'm so sorry Sam, I should never have done this. I just wanted not to be me. I'm turning evil. I am evil for all I know. I'm an ass, I'm a bastard, I'm the worst lover. Why do you make me stay here?"

"Because...because..." The words were dying on her lips. "Because you are the one person I love Danny. Because I need you. Is that a good enough reason?"

Danny didn't know what he should say.The truth was, he loved Sam like she seemed to love him. But how could he betray Carrie and their baby? Would Sam understand if he had to leave her, or would she fall into an endless depression? He could never quite tell. He wished that it could all just be over and he could make everyone happy. He wanted to give both Carrie and Sam what they deserved.

Carrie looked over, suddenly awake. She lifted her head from the card table that acted as Danny's dining room furniture. She had been unaware of what had just gone on, fortunately enough. Seeing that Danny had been crying, she walked over to the couch, sitting down a few inches from Danny. She tried to hug him, but he pushed her away. He didn't like to be touched when he was upset.

Sam walked away, tired of being wet and cold, and turned to put her pants on and a a shirt she found laying around, undoubtedly Danny wouldn't mind her borrowing it. There was an akward silence in the apartment. Sam sat down on a broken recliner, shivering against the odd coldness of the ripped, white leather. She pulled a throw around her shoulders, looking up at the low ceiling, not wanting to have to be the one to break the silence. The stereo had stopped and automatically turned itself off after a while. The T.V. stood quiet, and the screen had grown fuzzy and almost indistinct. A light in the background flickered off.

Finally, getting up, Danny spoke. "It's been a long day for everyone here, we should try to get to sleep."

Carrie was already asleep and Sam just nodded in the dark. "I'll sleep here."

"You sure? It's not the most comfortable..." Danny cut himself off, realizing that he should just leave her be. "I'll be in my room if you need me."

He thought he heard his friend whisper 'okay' in the dark but wasn't sure. He didn't care, he just walked away, finding a place to lay down in his room. Clicking off the television and the overhead light, he layed down and fell asleep.


Sam stared through the darkness at the wall, covered in pictures that appeared as no more than blank dark patches to her. The clock on the microwave read 5:49 AM in neon green. There was rain coming in through the kitchen window above the sink, but she didn't get up to fix it. She looked to Carrie, but she was still asleep. The only light was that of the moon coming through the window, casting a glow of silver over her body, glinting off of the chrome buttons of the stereo. She just couldn't sleep, after all that had happened that day.

Sampicked up the remote, pressing the red power button. The T.V.gave a high electric whine, flashing on to a local car dealer's commercial. Sam clicked the channel button, ending up on I Love the 90's. She watched, her eyes blank. It was then she heard the noises outside, and she realized she wasn't the only one that was awake. Something crashed outside on the balcony, hitting the window, then falling into what sounded like a puddle. Sam cautiously wandered toward the backdoor, wishing it was morning. But by the time she'd reached it, there was nothing, savea broken flower pot.

Sam sat on the ground, not wanting to be awake but not wanting to sleep. She wished she had someone with her, but she would feel so rude if she interupted the peace of her sleeping comrades. Pulling her blanket up to her chest, she sat on the couch next to Carrie, waiting for the morning to come. As she once again tried to sleep, she thought of the open window in the kitchen. It was on a 50 foot drop, what kind of maniac would climb that?

All at once, Sam thought she knew. He was out for her.


I know, I know, it doesn't make much sense right now, but the next chapter will clear it up. Sorry if it's a kinda short and boring chapter, I promise the next one is better. Thank you so much to my reviewers: Demetria (yay!), thesleepwarrior, and azngirlchibi. Please keep reviewing!

-Mistress Amity