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#10-Nightmares:

Sam walked slowly down the main school hall. She was dressed in her regular attire but something about her appearance or her presence made everyone in school stop what they were doing and stare at her. Teachers, peers, friends. Sam glared suspiciously at them and walked over to her locker.

Carly was there, dressed in all black, mascara running down her face. Her eyes were puffy.

"Uh, Carls. You okay?" Sam asked. Carly didn't answer but her eyes drifted to the lockers.

"Come on, Carly. Tell me," Sam pleaded, all eyes still on her. Carly met her gaze and Sam saw her eyes bloodshot and horrified.

"Don't you remember what happened to Freddie?" Carly said is cold, breaking, whisper. Sam raised a brow, "He killed himself."

Sam found herself dressed in black gown and at a memorial service. She was at garden, on a simple rainy day. She was in line, a line leading to what appeared to be a casket. Sam swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She was scared for her life what she did to Freddie.

Sam looked at the people around her and saw their faces dour or even emotionless. Sam shuffled her feet as the line moved to the casket; it was open.

There, lying in the casket with the rain hitting his body, was Freddie. Sam's eyes swelled up in tears.

She went closer to the body. Her heart felt as though it could break out of her chest. He was wearing the same clothes the day she poured the soup in his face. His eyes and face had burn marks from the hot stew. Sam took his hand, and immediately gasped. His hand was cold and clammy. He wasn't even there. It was her fault.

Tears poured down Sam's face, her throat tightened up. Was this dream? Holding Freddie's clammy hand on his funeral day? Sam looked up to the sky. She didn't deserve this...neither did he.

Sam suddenly looked at her hand to find it wrinkled. Her face was old and weary. She had aged, quite quickly. Everyone was gone from the service. Vines laced the top of the casket and Freddie was still there, his body didn't decay yet. Sam took a shaky breath.

"It's my fault, Freddie," Sam said. Her voice was old and weary. As she rubbed his hand, she noticed something. His skin was decaying with each stroke. The skin turned to ash. She dropped his hand; his hand was bony skeleton.

Sam awoke, cold sweating running down her face. It was nighttime, her nightstand lamp still on revealing her messy room. Clothes and fat cake wrappers scattered the floor. Her bed sheets were on the floor; she must've kicked them off when she was sleeping.

Sam wiped her sweaty forehead and wondered intently. Was it dream? A nightmare? Or were the events still running through her head from a day earlier?

Sam rolled out of bed and checked herself in the mirror. Her face was back to her younger self, but her eyes were puffy. She was crying in her sleep. Her hair was mess, and her mascara covered her cheeks.

She was relieved that it was just a nightmare but she thought of Freddie. Did she hurt him that much? Sure she was guilty of it all but to have Freddie kill himself was completely overdone...or was it? Was Freddie that willing to take his just from one bad thing Sam did?

Her heart was worse than how it was the day it happened. She was too lazy to go to school so she missed the past two days. She didn't cry, but her heart was miserable. The feelings of carelessly tormenting Freddie were gone. She was hurt and she had feelings that Freddie would never forgive her.

Take a risk

Her heart wasn't telling her this. It was Freddie, on Christmas Eve. He took her hand. She was Sam Puckett. She could take a risk.

Sam wiped the mascara on her cheeks, fixed her hair, and rushed out of her room. She passed her mom and took a cab to Bushwell Plaza. Her palms were sweaty.

As the cab stopped in from of Bushwell Plaza, Sam rushed out and headed up the flight of stairs. Sam stopped in front of Freddie's door. She went to knock it but the door open. Freddie stepped out and stopped seeing her standing there. Sam swallowed.

"I-I'm sorry," Sam mumbled. Freddie stared at her, bewildered. Her eyes were puffy from the crying, the fear, and the restless sleeps.

Sam went to say something else but Freddie embraced her before the words could come out of her mouth. T

Another happy ending. Sorry that this wasn't posted yesterday. I thought I did but something screwed up on the website. Oh well. Here you go. The next word will also be out tonight.

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