SKINS – GEN 4 – SERIES 7 – 7.04: SAMANTHA
So I got bored during the night, there's not much happening, my friend cut her hand open, that's about it [Get better G :)], and after a long time of scrolling the internet I have decided to put my brain to good use and write another chapter, which would contain probably one of my favourite scenes if this were actually created into a TV show and you will see why. So now I shall write one at a stupid hour of the night, watch QI, listen to good music and then fall asleep at an even worse hour and then be tired tomorrow, I noticed today my eyes have finely distinguished bags, it literally goes from black coloured to pink without fading, their worse than like every single HSC student, but I guess that's my own fault. Chapter 5!
Sam's alarm went off, as the sound of Flight Facilities rang throughout the room, but to Sam it sounded like a droning rocket, absolutely drilling over her house.
She winced painfully, as she went over to turn it off. When she did hit the off button, she collapsed her head painfully back onto her bed, trying to wince her eyes open.
She hauled herself over her bed and felt as if her insides were about to haul over too.
She stood up and walked over to the mirror, holding her head up to make sure it didn't roll off.
Her lip was now swollen to the size of a mango, and she had no idea where half her clothes left, but the only thing left on her, was her jacket and her panties… no wait… not her panties… but nonetheless…
Samantha leaned her head back and ringed out a whisper, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuu-ck"
She scratched her head more, letting out a moan. Today was Monday, which meant college, she clenched her fist and slammed her eyes shut, as she walked out of her head and into the bathroom.
She dropped her clothes off in a pile on the floor and immediately clambered into the shower, turning on the taps.
Samantha stood there with her eyes half-shut as the water streamed onto her head.
It was soothing and warm, but at the same time she still felt like crashing to sleep.
She rocked slowly back and forth as the water ran through her hair and across her body.
She lost balance of rock and began to lean against a wall, her face pressed heavily against it and her mouth sticking wide open.
Her face then began to slide down the wet wall, and her heart caught in mid-air, as Sam's feet flew up and she smacked face down into the tub.
She turned onto her back, still lying in the tub, "Cunt slapper!" she cursed.
Once Sam had gotten out, got changed, and applied to makeup to hide her events from the night before, she grabbed her bag over her shoulder, and head for the stairs to get some breakfast.
As she walked into the kitchen, Rachel was standing there, with her hands firmly on the kitchen bench.
"You know Samantha," she said, "There was a time, about 5 years ago, where I thought, 'I can do this, I can look after her cause that's what Mum and Dad would have wanted', but then came hell."
Sam stared solemnly into Rachel's eyes, as the guilt start to kick in.
"You started getting worse, but I reminded myself to put up with it for their sakes, and then last night blew me out of the water, and the sudden shock of it all drove me insane, I was thinking of giving up right there and then, but after a while, I knew that eventually move past it, and I went to your room to apologize to you."
"I'm sorry," croaked Samantha quietly.
Rachel shook her head, "I don't fucking care anymore, you never learn, after all that happened yesterday, you sneak out less than 2 hours later and you don't come until 3 am, making an enormous racket, without half your clothes. Who knows what you've done, a barrel of drugs, downed 50 drinks, fucked 20 guys, those aren't even your clothes you came home in, they're another girls, I would know I do the washing. Seriously Samantha, I'm Twenty-fucking-three…just! I can't handle all this, and you aren't making it easy for me at all, it's driving me insane."
Samantha shut her eyes tight, as she looked down, "I'm sorry, I tried hard, I really did, I just felt so insignificant…"
"Get out Sam," said Rachel looking down.
Sam looked up with worried eyes, "What?"
Rachel stood up violently from her chair, looking Sam in the eyes, "Samantha Jane O'Keefe, get out of my house, right now!" she said, pointing to the door, while her lip was trembling.
Sam's eyes began to water, "Rachel… please…"
"GET OUT!" Screamed Rachel painfully.
Sam broke and ran out the door, slamming it behind her.
Sam placed her hand against the door, and shut her eyes tight as tears began to stream and she slid down on her back.
Ken sent his ticket through the turntable, as voiceovers called out from the top, and busy workers bustled into the station.
He went over to the newsagency standing in line and looking at the headlines for the newspaper, 'The Dollar sees a 5% increase, Britain celebrates.'
Ken smirked, at British newspapers, they always seemed to amuse him, or any first world newspaper did for that fact.
He got to the front of line, and bought a stick of peppermint gum.
He unwrapped the pack, and shoved the first cube in his mouth, as he walked down the stairs.
He arrived at the station, looking out across the crowds of people, 3 minutes till the train arrived.
He noticed a particular blonde head over on the left and smiled to himself, as he began walking in her direction, but stopped himself when he saw her face.
It was stricken with tears, and she was blowing an awful lot on her cigarette, she clenched her fist and rocked back and forth taking more short puffs of the cigarette.
Eventually her arms flew out in a spasm, as she stood up. She inhaled the cigarette, and released it from her mouth, blowing a spiral up into the air.
She twirled along with the spiral, as it drifted calmly upwards. Ken smiled as he saw her making such beautiful shapes with the smoke.
Sam twirled more and more to her right, and Ken's face dropped, when he saw Sam lose her balance and fall backwards onto the track.
Nobody had noticed, there was too much commotion to notice, and it was too early in the morning.
Sam rubbed her head letting out an angry moan as she sat up, and saw herself on the middle of the railway track.
She immediately jumped to her feet, and off the railway track and into the middle.
Her heart began to race, when she heard the horn, it was coming from the opposite track, as a train plunged down it early in the morning.
Sam jumped on to the track on her side and began to run down it in the opposite direction.
She bolted forward with her head down, but another blow from the steel machine, sent her head flying up to see, her train, pulling by her station at the same time.
Neither of the trains were going to stop, they were both express and would just rocket by.
Sam stood in the middle, flicking her head back and forth, with no idea what to do. She felt her heart fade away, and braced herself.
When a hand grabbed her right hand, and straightened her upright.
She looked over to see Ken, just out of the corner of her eye, as the trains began to rocket past them on either side. Similar to Sam he was standing perfectly upright, with his hands out in a star like motion.
"Stay perfectly still!" he yelled, "Face forward, don't move a muscle, hands out, if you move you will die, stay calm!" he bellowed over the roaring trains.
Sam obeyed most of those instructions, but her head was already facing Ken, she stared at him, as the trains rocketed by, and she felt like her feet were on ice that was probably only 1 cm thick.
Sam just imagined, her head tilting back, the slightest bit too much, and her body would be flung around like a ragdoll.
Once the trains had soared pass, Sam collapsed onto the ground in shock.
Ken took a moment to let her breathe, before nudging her, "Sam, Sam, we gotta get off the tracks, before another one comes."
People on the stations began to look down at them now, one particularly snobby looking man shouted down at them, "You there, little oinks, get off the rails before you hurt yourself, and make me late!"
"Fuck you!" shouted Ken back at him, giving him the bird, he grabbed Sam under her arms and helped her to her feet, "Come on Sam." He said.
When they finally made it back onto the footpath, Sam began to regain her voice again, "You… you saved my life."
Ken shrugged, "I dunno you might have, lived, maybe…"
"Why did you do it? Why did you jump down onto the tracks?" asked Sam.
Ken hesitated for a minute, "Well I couldn't let you die, could I?"
"Most people seem content to do that at the moment," said Sam looking ahead.
Ken looked at her, "Well I'm not."
"How did you know what to do?" asked Sam with a frown, as they began to walk back to the station.
Ken nodded, "Back home, with my group, my… friends, it was one of the things we did, we called it Train Gapping, that term, we actually used the English term, not that any of them were fluent in it, but I was one of the main participators so I got the major say."
Sam looked up, "So what, you did that for fun?"
Ken nodded again, "Yep, we all would stand in between the tracks, until you'd have two heading past each other, and the best part is, you can't chicken out."
Sam's eyes were wide open, "You're fucking insane! Didn't anyone ever kill themselves."
Ken rolled his eyes upwards, "Well one guy hurt himself once, but it was only a couple of fractures, seriously minor for being beaten between two trains, and it didn't necessarily stop us, plus it became useful, because today I used it to save your life, never thought I'd do anything like that." Ken looked down and laughed, "It's funny the amount of stuff my Mum said I did, that would never amount to anything good, and what I can use for it now."
Silence dropped among them as they continued the walk, Ken talked to Sam again, "Was everything alright with Rachel?"
Sam looked down, "She kicked me out of the house."
Ken looked astounded, "That bitch, she can't do that. You can stay at mine if you need to."
Sam looked over, "Wouldn't your mother mind?"
"Probably," said Ken, "But I'd kick up a fuss; against her and Rachel."
Sam smiled, "Well you're sweet, which is good in a world that has pretty much abolished 'Sweet', but it's my fault, I fucked up. I went out last night and got wasted absolutely smashed off my ass, there was probably a countless number of guys I fucked, and possibly a girl; I really hope not, that's Gemma's thing, but I came home with someone else's knickers."
Ken looked over, "The rooms where people do it at clubs, are usually littered with them, you probably just drunkenly picked up someone else's."
"Yeah, spose it doesn't fucking matter any more, nothing does, it wouldn't have been half bad if that train hit me, then I'd stop being fucked over by Rachel and Gemma."
Ken grabbed Sam's shoulders, "Sam listen to me, I know things look bad, but it's not your fault, and you are so much better than all that."
Sam looked up wearily at him, "Well it's nice that someone thinks that, but there's no point saying thank you cause it's simply not true, I'm a born-fucking-failure, and there's nothing really left to do now," she said with a sad shrug, and she walked off, leaving Ken looking down on his own at the concrete.
Now it's kind of hard to get into action kind of scenes in books, but if you can just imagine how that would have played out in a TV episode with My Hero by Foo Fighters playing along, ah… well I hope your imaginations did run wild, because it's always fun when it does that :) Chapter 6, up tomorrow hopefully!