Breaking Free
Disclaimer : Glee isn't mine.
2002 - Sam part 1.
''Who will be the one to save me from myself? .. Who's going to catch me when I fall.''
''What's your name little boy?''
''My name is Sam..''
There he was, standing in front of fore people who were wearing thick black glasses and long black coats that would probably be blacker then the sky. He watched their faces and saw no trace of emotion. They almost looked malicious and that was something he wouldn't often think of people. Sam was the kind of boy who always saw the good in people even if their kindness was hiding behind a savage frown, it didn't stop him from looking deeper. He knew that eyes contained so much emotion, even though some people smile he could still see grief in their eyes. It was something he called a gift, not many children at his age would know how to do such thing or even think about it. Though he wasn't mature just yet he could still sense things that people normally don't do. His mother always told him he was special because of that.
Though he was a bit of a nerd, people have told him that more then once. No matter how mature he acts, he still gets called a nerd, loser etcetera. It didn't bother him anymore, if you are such a thing why bother trying to deny it. He learned such wise words from his father.
So yes, he could be the nerd, he loved comic books and action figures. And sometimes he thinks that there is more beyond the world then they see, he thinks that ghost and spells really do exist. His mom always tells him that his fantasy is big, but for him it isn't just fantasy, he sees it as au.. autha.. authentic.. That is the word, right? For him magic truthfully exist and monsters with long tails and dragons that spit fire genuinely do walk somewhere on the earth. Some people might call him a bit to dorky and might find him over the top. However nobody questions him about it, they think it's perfectly normal for a boy at the age of nine to believe in fairy tales and dragons.
He recalls his first memory that contained the main reason for his obsession with magic and abnormal creatures. The movie 'Dragonheart'.
He was sitting with his mother on the couch moving restless next to her. His legs were folded underneath him and his large sweater was practically covering his whole body, from the neck down to his knees (he was pretty short). Not that he is taller now, but still.
His blond hair graced at his temples as he pursed his lips at the TV. His patience was nearly gone for he couldn't wait any longer. He was staring straight forward at the TV as if it was about to explode, though no such thing happened, he still stared at it. His mother contrary was sitting quietly next to him watching her husband work on the DVD player whom was searching for the hole were the DVD should go in.
''Dad.. Can you please hurry, I really want to see the movie.'' Sam restive said, his body bouncing up and down. This was the day for him, today he was finally going to see the movie his mom and dad bought for him, he recalled them saying that he would love it. He doubt it at first, but when he saw the cover and the large dragon covering it, he felt something spark within him. He couldn't explain it very well so he chose to ignore the feeling. But ever since then he fascinated about dragons and magic. He soon asked his father to buy him a few comic books. His parents loving that he finally found a hobby did what Sam asked of them, and soon he was hooked.
''Sam, can you be patient. Your father is trying to do his best.'' His mother replied instead of his father as she glared her son down. Her eyes telling him that he should quit it, though he could spot a bit humor beneath them.
''But mom,'' he said stretching her name, earning himself an eye roll, ''You and dad have made me wait ages for this movie,'' his mother laughed, showing the mockery in her smile. He sighed but didn't let that stop him. ''And now I really want to see the movie. You can't blame me for being so impatient, besides, daddy is being really slow.'' He glanced back at his father who was now standing proudly on his feet.
''Well Sammy, don't worry I am already done.'' His father smiled his teeth bright before he started the DVD player. As he finished he took a seat next to his son. ''Now you can see your movie.''
Sam smiled at his dad before focusing on the TV. Waiting for the movie to start that would change his whole life..
The memory slowly left his mind bringing him back to the present. As he remembered this thoughtful memory he knows that it definitely changed him completely. Though he was young, not that he's old now, it really stuck with him.
He brought his self back to the event in front of him. His eyes roaming at the the fore people wearing black. He noticed a really beautiful woman standing at his right. She was wearing a gorgeous smile and he almost felt save. If it was not for his addiction for fantasy movies and comic books he would surely believe her act.
''Well, hello Sam. My name is Stefanie,'' the beautiful woman said. She walked a little closer towards him and he suddenly had the urge to scream. His parents were just above the stairs in their room and he asked his self how the people whom were standing here came inside his house. ''You don't talk much, huh?'' She continued.
''W..Well,'' get a grip of yourself Sam. ''I don't understand how strangers came inside my house. And it pretty scary. So excuse me for going all mute on you guys but this is not cool.'' He emphasized his words a bit to show them that he wasn't scared. Rule no. one. Never let the enemy see your fear, they will use that against you.
He was pretty glad for being a nerd. Because only a nerd would remember such things in a time of need.
''Sorry to scare you like that,'' a other man started. He pulled his glasses of and Sam was met with piercing blue eyes. ''My name is Stephen, and we just came here to ask you a couple of questions. Do you mind?''
Sam would love to run the hell away and show them that he truthfully does mind, but he should probably hold on to the rule no. one. If he wanted to live this down. ''Shoot.''
Stephanie smiled. ''You're cute, Sam.'' He snickered. As if he would fall for her charms. Though he didn't expect her to get angry which ensured a scowl to come upon her face. Her once pretty face turned really scary, which made him think twice about his choice to not run away.
''So, Sam. Do strange things happen to you, things that can't be explained?'' Stephen completely ignored Stephanie's threatening face and focused solely on Sam. A smile gracing upon his features.
Sam tore his eyes away from Stephanie and also focused on Stephen. Or specifically focusing on his question, because Sam knew that weird things happened to him. He told his mom about it but she would say that it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. He retorted :''Then it likes playing tricks, because it does it all the freaking time!''
He got grounded for that. His mother said that he shouldn't swear. Sam doesn't understand why parents ground you because of swearing, it's not like your going to stop.
He remembered the time that his 'imagination' played tricks on him.
He was swimming with his class on a really hot day, he remembered that it was a hot day for he asked more then a thousands times if they would get some ice cream after wards. It was that hot.
He dived into the soaking cold pool, causing a couple of bystanders to get splashes of water over their clothes. He swimmed upwards looking at the people who got wet, and they didn't look happy.
''You ass, look what you have done! My Prada shoe's are all wet. You will so feel my wrath when you get out.'' The Latina girl from his class spitted out. Her ponytails graced along her face as she shook her head furiously.
''I.. I am sorry?'' He didn't mean for it to come out as a question, though it did.
''You best be sorry Blondie. This is so not good for you rep...'' His rep? ''.. And you will so pay!'' She walked away making her hips bounce more then necessary. Sam thought it was to much, she shouldn't act so mad, it was just a mistake. And besides why did she move so much with her hips, is that how girls walk?
As the Latina girl left, more followed, leaving Sam alone in the pool. Some of the people who left glanced at him, some scowled. He still didn't understand where all that hatred came from..
He sighed as he swum a couple of times back and forward. Choosing that it was becoming pretty lame without others he made a dive down towards the tiles that were resting beneath the water. As he reached the tiles he ticked it and went back upwards. But something strange happened. He didn't move an inch. He glanced back to see his trunks stuck against a spike. He forced his body to go up, but soon saw that it was no use and breathing was starting to become necessary.
He swum back down towards the spike so he could pull his trunks away, but somehow it also didn't bulge. He pulled harder and harder knowing that he didn't have long before he would need air again. He dug his nails inside the trunks at a lazy attempt to tear the piece of clothing off. Still it didn't work.
A little bubble escaped his mouth and soon the bubbles escaped his nose too. His vision became blurry and he knew for a fact that he was going to die. So instead of trying to pull his trunks of, he inhaled the water to put his self out of his misery.
When the water went inside his longs he felt his stomach twist and turn as his heart was beating rapidly. He let his arms leave his trunks so these could fall along his sides as he waited for death to claim him.
It didn't.
It took him approximately two minutes to notice that he was still alive, and breathing. Breathing inside a pool.. With water.. Maybe he died and became a fish?
He didn't wasted anytime to figure out what the hell just happened so he took fate in his own hands. He pulled his trunks of, forgetting that people might be at the surface and started swimming bare naked to the top while breathing the water in. It was strange for him to inhale water and not drown like a normal person would, instead he felt alive, as if this was the way it should be, him and the water.
As he reached the surface he let out a sigh of relief. Until he heard someone gasp.
And standing just few measures away from him stood the Latina girl, and she wasn't the only one who accompanied her.
''He's naked!'' She screamed as he heard the laughs right behind her.
So he knew, right there, that she wouldn't let him live it down, just because he made a few splashes of water hit her..
He shook his head and noticed the fore people still standing in front of him. He didn't know if he should have to answer honestly or lie. However, his mom did tell him that honesty lasts longer. Though he didn't knew if it would be such a clever idea for him to be honest right now.
''..Yes.. I guess..'' He answered, aware of the smiles that crept their faces except Stefanie's. He just thought that she was still pissed about the seducing thing... But really, she's like.. Forty.. And he's nine. And that wouldn't be good for his.. Um.. Rep.
It was pretty smart of him to not tell her how old he thinks she is. He learned that from his mom, she had told him that if he would ever tell a woman that she was old all hell would break lose. Her words : ''That is blasphemy, Sammy. Never tell a woman that she is old! Never!''
He didn't know what that was, though. He thinks it's something bad.
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