Blood and Tears

Chapter 2: Aftermath

A/N: Now that I think about it… I should have started it off with another clip from the future, but I don't want to overwhelm you guys, as I know you already have a lot of questions about this already. Don't worry, they'll be answered in time!

I'm almost done with chapter 2 of What Happens Backstage, and I'm about to send the Old English to Lacey for translation for Fairy Tales. I won't be able to work on them this week, though, since I'll be at my Aunts babysitting until Friday!

I'll update this with the BETA'd version once I get it back from Frimmy!

OH, and I'm on deviant art, if I haven't sid that enough! Link is in my profile! I'll have updates on my position on chapters, stories, and snipits from future stories there!

That night I had run home from the party, to sacred to face Danny or anyone else for that matter. I remember the run home was quick, and I kept tripping over my feet, pausing only in my rush to throw up in someone's trash can when I felt sick.

I decided to climb up the side of my house to get to my room. I didn't want my parents to see me in my condition; I couldn't even look at my own reflection without feeling sick again. Only that time it wasn't the body sick, it was mental sick.

I stumbled into my bathroom once inside, and tripped on the rug which sent me flying into the toilet seat, where I promptly banged my head against the lid on the way down. Fatigue and utter despair left me lying on the floor, staring at the foot of the toilet threw half lidded eyes.

The pains and stings of the night were now glazed over with a buzzing feeling and I wondered how I could have gotten myself into this mess.

That night I laid on the floor of my bathroom, staring at the ceiling until it was morning. I don't remember if I slept at all, if I did my nightmares of horrors beyond what I believed to be my imagination limit kept me screaming on the inside.

When someone knocked on the door to my bathroom, it didn't register in my head at first. I didn't even remember closing the door- let alone locking it.

"Samantha?" It was my mom. She sounded a little concerned about something. "Samantha, are you coming down for breakfast?"

I tried to move but my body felt like lead, and when I turned my head, the room spun with such ferocity that I felt sea sick. "N-no," I chocked out in a raspy voice; I tried to also say I wasn't hungry but the words died before I could even open my mouth.

"Okay dear, you sound sick are you alright?" I didn't answer her, my body was already aching with fatigue and begging to go back to sleep. When she realized I wasn't going to answer, she took it as a yes. "Okay then, feel better."

I listened to her dying footsteps as I felt my eye lids grow heavy. The rhythm of the steps seemed to lull me back into painful sleep where nightmares waited for me.

When I awoke next, the bathroom was caked in darkness. I strained my eyes to look up at the window, and saw the brilliant full moon shine brightly at me. Silently, I wished that I were a werewolf, so I could feel stronger and more beautiful than how I felt as I lay on the bathroom tiles. A strange odor reached my nose and I had realized that I must have gotten up to vomit earlier and not gotten to the toilet.

I pulled myself up and crawled around the pool of vomit to the bathtub, where I put the cork in in drain and turned on the faucet, I twisted the handle to face the hot side.

As the tub filled, I stared back up to the moon. I could be running freely through the woods, swift as the wind and maybe even stronger if I were a werewolf. I could fight off anyone who attacked me, and I could have better instinct to tell me when something was a bad idea.

I pulled myself to my feet and shakily walked towards the bathroom door. My hand slid along the wall to balance myself on top of weak knees. My knee caps knocked together as I unlocked the door. I couldn't stand to look at my reflection in the mirror; it would only make me sick again.

I walked into my room and paused, hearing a small beep to my left. When I turned to look, I saw that I had two new messages on my answering machine on top of the nightstand next to my bed. A mechanical voice filled the air as I pressed the play button. I made a mental note to myself to be thankful for a private line when I could think properly.

"You have two new messages. First unheard message;"

A techno version of the "Pina Colada" song filled the air as a voice spoke up. "Heeeey Sammy! It's-dramatic drum roll- Tucker! Your awesome long-lost friend who is currently watching some really hot girls later up on sun block! In case you're wondering, the Bahamas ROCK." A ghost of a smile spread to my lips as I heard Tucker's voice over the answering machine. "Just calling to check up on you and Danny. Hope you're not doing anything I wouldn't do…! Well… wait… that didn't sound right… since Danny's a guy and I'm a guy… and… OH LOOK is that a tidal wave? I'd better go before I get washed up in the water! Call you back soon!"

BEEP

My smile faded immediately. "Yeah…" I mumbled. "You defiantly wouldn't have…" I stopped what I was saying. My voice sounded alien to me, like someone else was speaking the words that came from my mouth. I was reminded of a ventriloquist dummy, and would have laughed at the thought any other day.

I sat down on my bed, relieved to feel the comfort of sheets instead of tile.

"Next unheard message;"

"Hey… Sam… It's uh, Dash."

My head snapped up at the sound of his voice and a rush of nausea came back to me. I swallowed it down and reached out for the answering machine as quick as a rabbit. Before Dash could finish his sentence I ripped the answering machine off the hook, and a few stray sparks came from the socket.

I threw it to the floor in a furious huff, as my head turned. How did Dash get my number? Did I give it to him at the party? I couldn't remember, when I tried to remember anything further than grabbing a drink from him, a cold wave of dread fell over my body and told me to not try to hard.

Feeling sick once more, I launched myself into the bathroom once more to lower my head in the toilet.

Every pore on my body screamed with relief as I lowered myself into the warm tub. The water immediately lost its clean blue hue and turned brown with blood dirt and sweat. I felt my muscles tighten and clench briefly until my body adjusted to the warm temperature, where they relaxed.

My legs seemed to have a heartbeat of their own as the water made them throb in a soothing matter.

It would take five showers to get all the filth of the memories off me, and not the water type of shower either.

I tilted my head on the side and looked down at the dark water. I let out a long breath as I slowly sank under the surface. Where was Danny's worried call? Shouldn't he have at least come over to check up on me after I ran out of the party? How could I have degraded myself like that? It wasn't me at all.

'No,' a small voice in the back of my mind piped up. 'It wasn't you at all, it was your rage and jealousy towards Valerie and Danny that made you do it.'

The image of Danny inside the warm house laughing next to Valerie pushed itself into my head. He looked up at her shyly, and she reached down for his hand, rubbing his knuckles with her thumb. My mind filled with rage once more. I had once done that to Danny to calm him down when he lost a fight again Vlad. Valerie had no right to touch his hand like that, she had no right!

I opened her mouth and let the dirty water force its way in, and I squeezed my eyes shut praying suicide wasn't so bad. The water filled my thoughts and bubbles from lost air clouded my vision.

But suddenly I gasped, sitting straight up in the tub. I hadn't gone underwater at all. I had fallen asleep when I turned my head. The disgusting taste in my mouth of rotten dirt told me my head had slipped too far and I had breathed in the disgusting water.

I sputtered and coughed bringing a hand to my mouth.

The small voice in the back of my head told me I couldn't trust myself with all that water, and I pulled the plug out of the drain.

'I'll just take a shower.' I thought, but not before grabbing a container of black nail polish off the counter. I emptied the containments into the toilet, and noted that I still hadn't cleaned up the pile of water vomit on the floor. I washed out the bottle in the sink and returned to the tub, dipping it into the dirty water before all of it was sucked down the drain into a black abyss.

By lunch time the next day, I had collected myself enough to go downstairs.

Mother had smiled sweetly at me when I pulled a plate of toast towards me. "You feeling better, dear?" She asked.

I looked up at her confused, a piece of toast still in my mouth.

"You were sick?"

I blinked, it finally connected. She had thought I had the flu or something. "Oh… yeah." I said, not really up for words.

"Yeah you feel better or yeah you were sick?"

"Both." I didn't want to sit down and be interrogated about the party next, so I grabbed the toast and walked out of the room without so much as a goodbye.

I decided taking a long walk would do me some good, I had planned to go to the park but my course had changed, seeing all the happy children at play. I found myself walking towards Fenton Works instead.

When I knocked on the door, I felt antsy, nervous. I found myself playing with the seam of my skirt as the footsteps towards the door came closer and closer.

Danny opened the door, a giddy smile on his face, but when he saw it was me, his face fell into a deep glare. "What?" He snapped at me.

Ehh, ending seems a bit rushed, but My Aunt will be here any minute so I really have to go! If I go back and add more I'll be sure to let you all know!

Spiffy

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