David's POV:

I was becoming increasingly frustrated with everything that had to do with my life. No one wanted to tell me any news about my mother; Sam wanted me to tell her how I felt and didn't seem to care about my reasons for not doing so; her friend was being all vague on anything relating to the subject.

I found myself pacing the very same room she had walked out of an hour ago. I needed to do something, anything to escape my mess of a life for a little while. Used to, for a while, I would be self destructive, try and cut the infection away...

I shook my head, pushing those dark thoughts to the back of my mind. "You're bigger than that, remember?" I told myself. Then I realized I should do something I haven't done in forever: draw. Perking up a little, I walked out of the room, eagerly searching for the things I would need to recreate the few positive images that were left in my mind.

I started to walk down the hall only to slide, barely keeping myself upright. Grabbing for the wall, I steadied myself, only to find that the floor was soaked. Listening, I could hear water running out of what was apparently a bathtub and onto the floor. I knocked on the door. "Hello?"

No response.

"Hello? Is someone in there?" I yelled at the door.

I noticed Misty peeking out from her room. "Sam went in there a little while ago. What's wrong?" She started to walk towards me, only to go sliding, landing on her back.

I helped her up. "The water is overflowing. Are you sure she didn't run downstairs to do something and forgot about it?"

Misty shook her head. "I'm sure. I only heard the door close once."

I tried the door to find it unlocked. Pushing my way in, I was greeted with an image that would burn into my brain, haunting me, showing me my nightmares could become a reality. I ran to her as I heard Misty scream.

Sam's POV:

"Why don't you just tell him out and out what you want to hear?" Misty asked me. "Boys can be a little slow on the uptake sometimes, you know that."

I ignored her, wanting everything about David to go away. "What would be the point? He already seems to think on some level I'm humping Colin."

Misty made a face. "You know, I hate the word 'humping'. That and 'moist'. And 'chunk'."

I had had my face on one of the posters on the four poster bed, eyes closed. But when she had said that I turned my head towards her, opening one eye. "Where the hell did that little bit on random come from?"

"What? Oh come on Sam, I'm trying to take your mind off of the current situation. That's what you need to do right now. Stop thinking about it."

"Well what else is there to do but think? There's not a lot going on in this house. And God forbid I can go OUT and do something."

Misty gave me her "work with me here" look.

I sighed. "OK, think Sam, think. What can you do, that's in the house, that will help you unwind a little?" I said aloud to no one in particular.

But I got a response from Misty. "OK, one: why are you talking to yourself and two: take a hot bath. You can read or just close your eyes and shut your brain off for a little while. It always helps me."

"Are you sure your brain every fully restarts when you do that?" I joked with her.

Her only response was to stick her tongue out at me before turning back to the vanity mirror to brush her hair.

Sighing, I went to the one bathroom that was my favorite and noticed it was empty. It was a huge room, with the garden tub in the middle of the floor, encased in a marble base.

I had eventually climbed in when I noticed I had left my earrings in. I started to take them out and dropped one of the backs in the water. "Crap." I looked down and in a split second, I was under the water. A pair of hands were wrapped around my neck, squeezing as hard as they could. I fought, clawing for any part of my unknown assailant, but felt myself getting weaker...and weaker...and then...darkness...

David POV:

I reacted instantly. I pulled her out of the tub, laying her down on the ground. She was so pale, death white. My instincts kicked in and without even realizing, I was giving her CPR. Misty's screams had attracted attention, and I could hear footsteps pounding up the stairs.

"Come on Sam." I whispered between breaths. "Stay with me. I need you."

After the third set of pushes, her body began to convulse and water came draining from her mouth. She coughed, the act paining her. I saw her eyes trying to open, her body trying to respond, but it was losing.

"Sam."

"Dav- I, I- l-love you." she said, her breath coming out in weak gasps.

I felt something warm running down my face and realized I was crying. "I love you too Sam. I do. I love you too." I brought my forehead down to touch hers, warm against cold.

I felt her head get heavy and realized in horror that it was falling back, her body defeated.

"No...no, no, no, no, no, no, no." I was saying to her. "No Sam, don't do it. Don't give up."

But she didn't respond. I realized that she was gone. And with her, went my soul.

Author's Note: Would I really be so mean as to kill Sam? I would hope you guys knew the answer to that. I will be updating tomorrow. I promises.