Jasmine' s point of view:
I decide to follow Sammy to her house. I am momentarily overjoyed written I realize that she lives a two minute walk away from me, but I focus back onto the problem at hand. Sammy is putting herself in danger. I can not allow this. I will not let her hurt herself. I sneak over to a window and peer in. I see Sammy laying on her bed. She's not doing anything, so I lightly knock on her window. She sits up and looks at me. She walks over to the window and opens it for me, but doesn't let me in yet.
"What are you doing here?" She asks.
"Can I come in?" I whisper and she hesitantly moves out of my way. She closes the window behind me.
"What are you doing here?" She repeats.
"I just came to talk to you. Maybe we can work on that project."
"You can't be here. I'm sorry, but I have to follow her rules." That's when it hits me. Her parents aren't strict, her sister is forcing her to follow those crummy rules.
"Her as in Amy? You don't have to listen to her, Sammy." I put my hand on her shoulder in a comforting way, but she backs away from me.
"Yes I do."
"Can you tell me why you have to listen to her? Can I have that to understand why you are doing this to yourself?"
"Doing what?" She asks.
"Letting her ruin your life." I almost let it slip. I almost asked why she let her sister depress her to the point that she thinks that self harm is the only answer.
"I have to."
"No you don't. Sammy, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to."
"Yes I do. You have no idea what she is capable of."
"Samey, is someone in there with you?" Her sister starts to open the door. I dive into Sammy' s closet and close the door just as Sammy' s bedroom door opens and Amy walks in.
"No. I'm all alone like I always am," I hear Sammy say.
"Good. Now make dinner and show me that you aren't completely useless. Oh what am I saying? You'll always be completely useless, but you had better get to cooking anyways," I hear Amy say. How can she talk to Sammy like that? She is treating her own sister like koala poo. I hear the door close behind them. I wait a few more minutes before sneaking out of the closet. I should get rid of Sammy' s knife. I don't want her to hurt herself and this much be the only chance that I get to get rid of it. It doesn't take me very long to find it since she doesn't have a lot of things in her room. She had hid it under her mattress; a pocket knife, the part of the mattress that was touching the knife is staind red with her blood. I am to engrossed in looking at the gory sight that I fail to hear the door open.
A/n I do not own Total Drama. Sorry about the chapter being so short.