4 Hours Later.
I hear footsteps and stay where I am. The bed moves and I turn around to see Samuel. "Hi." I say and he nods. "We were getting worried about you." I half smile and shrug. "I'm fine." He nods and moves closer to me on the bed. "You haven't moved in four hours." I nod. "What's going on in your head?" He asks and I shrug. "I said it out loud." He looks at me nods. "You haven't cried?" He asks me again and I shrug. "Nope." He nods and I look at him in the eye. "Not in 10 years." He nods and doesn't say anything. He just takes me by the waist and pulls me towards him. I put my face in the ark of his neck and he wraps his arms around me. "You can now." He whispers and I break down.
"I'm a mistake Samuel." I say with tears down my face and shakes his head. "You. Are. NOT. A. Mistake." He says and looks at me. I smile and cry into his shoulder. "Sometimes, people don't realise how lucky they are to have a kid." He says and he wipes away my tears with the bottom of my cardigan. "How are they?" I ask pointing to the door. "Tears, alot." I nod and he snuggles me into him. "Be comfy,." He says and I half smile. "I'm not letting you go until you are ok." I smile and look up at him. "You're amazing, you know that?" He laughs and looks at me and I smile.
1 Hour Later.
"Yo sis- you ok?" Damian asks and we look over at him. "Oh, sorry." He says with a smile and walks back out. I laugh and so does Samuel. "C'mon." I say and he nods. "You sure?" I nod. "Yeah." I say and he pulls me up. "What about you? You ok?" I ask him and he nods. "Yeah, I touched a nerve, but i'm fine." I hug his waist and he puts his arm around me. We walk back in and see the room full of teary-eyed puffy faced contestants. "Hey." I say and they half smile. "Hi." They say back sniffling.
"Your Past Does NOT Make You A Bad Person. It Makes You Who You Are." I tweet and we start practicing for this weeks homework assignment, and with how upset everyone is, it's not that hard to show emotion. After we are finished, I walk into boys dorm and sit up with Samuel on his bed while he reads his bible. I put in my headphones and flick through photos. A tear rolls down his cheek and I rub it away. He smiles and holds my hand. Sometimes silence is the loudest sound, sometimes it's all you need.
