Oh the joys of becoming addicted to writing….
"Sam, down stairs please to my office" mike yelled up the stairs. I put my guitar away and jogged down to his office, knocking on the door. "Come in" he answered. I opened the door slowly. He greeted me with a warm smile and pointed to a seat across from his desk. Gina entered the room with Liam, frank and Johnny. Johnny looked extremely nervous but Liam and frank looked relaxed as ever. "Sam, do you know what this is about?" Gina asked me. I looked around and shook my head. Mike glared at the boys. "Give her it back" he told them. Give what back? What am I missing? "I don't have it" Johnny snapped looking straight at me. I looked away quickly. Mike rolled his eyes. "Well one of you has it, Elektra kindly told me and Gina" I saw Liam rolled his eyes. "She was the one who gave it to me anyway" he mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear him. Mike seemed to be getting frustrated. "Just give her it back, Liam!" he yelled Liam's eyes became hard and he turned to face me. "Here" he said pushing a picture frame into my chest. I gasped at the movement but took the picture into my hands. I turned over the picture frame and studied it. It was me and Jake, the boy who had cerebral palsy in my old care home, god I miss him so much. He was sticking a 'peace' sign up and I was behind him laughing. "Don't let me catch with anything of Sam's again or anyone's that matter" mike said before letting us all go. "Sorry about that" frank said turning to me as we left the office. I nodded, smiled and walked past him.
I placed the picture on a desk next to my bed. I smiled at my face I was actually happy back then, a defenceless 6 year old. Then when Jake left, everything just started to go wrong. I glanced at my wrists that were still visibly scared, from my elbow to the top of my hand. It started with a cut, then you get the idea. I looked away, cringing at the memories. I was diagnosed with depression at 9 years old, that's when people started to treat me differently, they'd try to avoid me, one of the main reasons I stopped talking. Before I could think any more about my past, Tracy walked in. "hey Sam, me and mike were just talking and we thought about taking you out shopping this weekend, what do you think?" she asked me. i screwed up my face, why do people like shopping so much? It's boring! Tracy make a puppy dog face to me. I sighed and nodded admitting defeat. "Awesome, I'll tell you the details later" she walked out of my room. Well at least I could buy some stuff to decorate my room with. I got up and headed down the stairs looking for something interesting to do. "find your picture?" Elektra asked me as she walked past. I ignored her death glare and carried on walking. Why does she hate me so much? I've never been hated by anyone in my entire life!
Omg, why do I always write Elektra as the baddie...?