"You can't keep doing this to yourself," Melanie spoke gently through the glass. On the other side of the glass sat her identical twin. It would have looked as if Melanie was looking in a mirror, apart from her reflection worn a orange jumpsuit. "Sam, please, listen to me-"
"Why are you here?" Sam scowled, "Mom sent you, didn't she? My goody-goody-two-shoes sister to rub her magic on me. You're here to fix me, try and make me sane again."
Melanie placed her hand on the glass, " Sam, please, I know you're not-"
Sam pushed herself out of her wooden chair, it clanked loudly against the cement floor. "Since when did you KNOW me, huh? You don't know the first thing about me! If anything, you HATE me! You went so far to be away from me, that you went to boarding school! And you know what? I fucking hate you too, you're just like Dad. And my friends are just like you! They leave me. Everyone leaves me…"
"That's not true." Melanie said shakily, placing her hand on the window. Sam, standing up fully now, leaned towards the glass, her eyes burning through the glass and scorching into Melanie's eyes.
"Look into my eyes and say that again." Sam said slowly, deadly, the tone which belonged to a woman who was close to committing murder.
Melanie forced her eyes to look into her sister's, Melanie tried to lie again, except she couldn't, she couldn't lie to those eyes.
She looked away, lowering her head in defeat.
"I thought so." Sam said grimly, she thrown her fists onto the window. She began punching the glass, hoping to break through to reach her sister.
"Sam stop that!" Melanie begged, noticing the trickle of blood coming off her fists and sliding down the window. "GO ON, RUN! GO BACK TO YOUR PERFECT SCHOOL, AND YOUR PERFECT LIFE AND PERFECT FRIENDS." She was screaming at this point, her voice ripping apart. Bashing her bloody fists against the window. Melanie calmly stood up, and turned her back on Sam. "I said RUN!"
The guards grabbed Sam by the shoulders and hauled her away from the window. Dragging the screaming teenager back to her room. And Melanie ran.
Freddie raised his head groggily, looking up at the blond mechanic. From past experience, Freddie known not to speak or move after being punched by Sam. It would only make her angrier. After a long minute of silence of them remaining frozen in place, Sam spoke. "You…Broke it."
Freddie frowned, sitting up, "Broke what? My nose? Oh, Sam, don't tell me you broke my nose again!"
Sam didn't reply, she kneeled down to see the damage she made on his face. Freddie's eyes were exactly the same as the last time she saw him. Those wide eyes that she always wanted to break. Happy eyes. That belonged to someone who had been reasonably happy all his life. As much as she wanted to break them, there was another emotion, an emotion she couldn't quite describe or understand. She realised she was staring into his eyes for too long and pulled out a handkerchief , "Nah, it's just bleeding." Freddie's eyes relaxed, "I sort of deserved that anyway."
"You deserved more than just that. You have no idea how I-" Sam shut her mouth, hastily handing the handkerchief to Freddie.
The slot in the door opened, "Miss Anderson is here to see you." the guard grunted, Sam didn't bother to roll over on her bed to look.
The locks clanked open, and the door swung open. Footsteps, heals, echoed in the cell. Sam eventually rolled over to face the visitor.
"Hello." she smiled brightly, a smile that made Sam's stomach churn. It was another physiologist. Another person came to play with Sam's brain.
"Great, another physiologist!" Sam said sarcastically, the young brunette woman frowned.
"I'm not an physiologist." she smiled, "I'm an social worker."
"Oh." Sam sat up, suddenly struck with fear, "You're not going to put me in a fostering home, are you?"
"No. I'm hear to put your back life on track. I've helped many children before, and now I'm here to help you, Sam." She sat herself down on a wooden chair.
"I can't be helped," Sam returned to her position lying on her bed. Miss Anderson sighed.
"It really depends on you, I'm handing you help. It's up to you to use it." She handed Sam a card, Sam didn't accept it. The young woman placed it on her bedside cabinet instead. "You can call me, and I'll come. Anytime, Sam." Sam felt her eyes widen, "Anytime? I'll call you, and you'll come?"
"Yes." She smiled, "Like I said, it's up to you." Miss Anderson turned to leave.
Sam picked up the card, with her number neatly printed on. "Wait, Miss Anderson!"
She turned to face Sam again, Sam scanned her face for any lies, any sign that she was like everyone else she known. She had a kind smile, similar to Carly's, clear bright eyes like Freddie's and that was enough for Sam to trust. Before she realised it, Sam was on her feet. Doing something she haven't done for a long, long time…
"Yes?"
"I'm broken. I- I need your help… I need it now."
Asking for help.
"Punching you then actually hurt. You're not so chubby anymore." Freddie wiped his bloody nose, letting out a little laugh. Sam looked into the car, "Where's Carly? I thought you two were together." She failed to keep the sourness out of her voice. She mentally cursed to herself.
Freddie sighed, "I wasn't, I just worked for her. And I saw her become a… I hated it and quit."
"You quit?" Sam said slowly and punched Freddie in the arm.
"Ow! What's that for?" Freddie rubbed his arm, pouting like a puppy that just been kicked.
"For being stupid. You were probably loaded when you worked for her and you THREW that away!" She folded her arms, yet part of her understood why he did it. She read magazines. And Sam saw what Carly become. A monster. Just like she became.
"Well, See ya when I see ya, Freddie." Sam said simply, walking past the sitting man.
Freddie got back on his feet, "Wait! We have things to talk about." he said hastily, "We need to catch up on things."
Sam froze, "Catch…up?"
"Yeah. Lets have a chat, I want to kno-" Sam interrupted, looking down at her watch.
"I have to go home, Freddie. My boyfriend expects his dinner ready when he gets back from work."
"Oh." Freddie said woodenly, "See you, then." he raised his arms moving towards her.
"What are you doing?" Sam jumped back, a lightening of terror struck across her eyes. Freddie never saw Sam look that way before, it made her unrecognizable with the expression.
"I was…" Freddie lowered his arms, hurt in his eyes, "About to hug you."
"Oh." she said, beginning to look embarrassed. She raised her hand for him to shake, "I'm not one for hugs."
Freddie smirked, accepting Sam's hand. Her wrists were skinny and cold, her skin was blotched with purple bruises and small cuts.
Sam noticed his eyes and swiftly let his hand go, shoving it back into her pockets.
"So, I'll see you tomorrow, Benson. I'll fix your pile of junk then." she smiled mockingly, Freddie felt his heart swell with happiness. She was the same, from the blond hair to the sarcastic tone. She was Sam Puckett, not some stranger. She walked away from the garage and down the street. Freddie watched her leave, eventually, his brain slowly went back into motion. "B-but I need my car fixed now!" he called after her, Sam pretended she didn't hear him. He sighed and dialled a number on his mobile, "Hi Miss Cyrus, I can't make it- okay then." he hung up, groaning.
"Great, just great. I'm fired."