Hello people! Another chapter! Woo! I wrote 3.5 pages of this in a notebook today! :D and also, this chapter is a tad touchy-feely, so you may want to grab a box of tissues or whatever... this is also the most amout of words I have ever written XD so.. yeah!
please read & review!
~Kittykatmeow224~
P.S. okay, before I get reviews saying 'The Adventures of Teddy Ruxpin were aired in 1987, not 1985!', just chill out okay? I know that. Carry on...
Sam found himself alone at home again. Alan was at a board meeting for ENCOM, and his grandparents were shopping. He felt alone in the world. Again. He hated that feeling. He always talked to his dad about this kind of stuff, but where the hell was his dad? He might as well be dead. Dead, Sam thought. That's it! He got up, rummaged for a scrap sheet of paper, found a pen and wrote:
Went to go see mom.
-Sam
Sam barely remembered his mother Jordan Canas, because he was only three when she got into a horrific car accident that ended in her death. Sam grabbed his bike and started to head toward the cemetery. His memory flashed to the last good Halloween he had when he was little.
"Sam, wake up!"
"Mommy?"
It was October 31st, 1985. Jordan Canas had just woken up three-year-old Sam to get him ready for the day. She and Sam were dressing up as clowns for Halloween, while Flynn was just going to stay home and do work. Jordan, however, had other things planned. She had the clown makeup all ready, and it was perfect because Flynn was still asleep, and he was a very heavy sleeper.
"Come on, Sam, we're gonna make daddy look pretty!"
"We are?"
"Uh-huh!"
Sam and Jordan quietly went into Flynn's workroom; he had fallen asleep doing his work with the new Tron system. Jordan put the makeup on him, then quickly grabbed the camera. Sam giggled. He did look pretty! Jordan was smiling. They both went into the living room, and Jordan turned on The Adventures of Teddy Ruxpin for Sam, while she made breakfast. Moments later, Flynn walked in looking very tired. Sam looked up from the television and started to laugh. Jordan then looked up and smiled.
"Morning honey!"
Flynn smiled wearily at his wife and said:
"What's up with the kid?"
Jordan tried hart to look puzzled.
"What do you mean?"
"Daddy," Sam cried.
"What's up, kiddo?"
Sam pointed to his father's face and said:
"You look silly, daddy!"
Jordan laughed while Flynn looked confused while he went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Moments later, you can hear someone screaming:
"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FACE?!"
Sam and Jordan laughed, and Sam said:
"It was mommy's idea daddy, not mine!"
Flynn knew he couldn't be mad at his wife and child for long, so he eventually agreed to come and go trick-or-treating with them.
Sam's memory shifted again, this time to a more saddening memory. It was at a hospital. Jordan was hooked up to all kinds of machines, and she was talking to Flynn.
"Kevin, take care of Sam. For me. I don't have much time left."
"Jordan, don't say that! I need you! Your son needs you!"
"I know you, and I know you'll stay strong."
"But-"
"Mommy?"
Jordan looked at her son.
"Sam, come here. Come by mommy."
Sam looked scared. Who was that person on the bed? It couldn't be mommy. No. HIS mommy was pretty. This person on the bed just couldn't be mommy.
"Sam, go by mommy," Flynn coaxed Sam.
Sam cautiously tottered over to the edge of the bed, while Flynn stepped aside to make room for Sam.
"Sam… Oh Sam…"
"Mommy? Is that you?"
"Yes, it's me sweetie. Can you keep a promise for me?"
"Yeah!"
"You be a good boy for daddy now, okay?"
"Why mommy? Aren't you gonna get better?"
"…No. I-I'm sorry, kid, I'm afraid I'm not."
"But why?"
"That's just how life is, kiddo. It comes and goes. Every day."
"Mommy?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"I-I love you, mommy," Sam said quivering his lip.
Jordan brushed Sam's hair out of his eyes.
"I will always be watching over you and daddy, okay baby?"
"Mommy! Don't go mommy!"
"I'm sorry Sam…"
Sam got to Jordan's grave with great ease, and he was trying to figure out what to say.
"Hi… mom."
There was silence, as if Sam was expecting a response.
"I-I'm eight now, mom. Lots of stuff has happened since you… left."
Sam then proceeded to tell her about what happened to dad, Mallory, and lots of other things.
"I… I really wish you were really here now mom. It seems like nobody even cares about me anymore. I hate it but… I like the fact that everyone is kinda leaving me alone."
Sam heard a car door slam, and him, startled, looked behind him and saw Alan. Sam hung his head.
"Sam! What are you doing here?"
"I… needed to talk."
"You could've just paged me, you know."
"I didn't want to bother you during your meeting, that's all."
"Well, c'mon. Let's get you home."
Sam gloomily grabbed his bike and started to walk towards Alan. He looked back at his mother's grave.
Goodbye, mom, Sam thought.
I love you.