LPOV
I ran to my room and slammed my door shut. How dare Emily steal my Sam! What did I ever do to her? I picked up my stuffed bear, the one Sam won for me at the fair last year, and ripped its head off. I threw the pieces into an empty bag, then screamed into a nearby pillow.
I lifted my head groggily and leaped off my bed to grab my two most treasured pictures, one of Sam and one of Emily, both in similar frames. I looked at Sam's picture first. He was holding me in his arms with my head resting against his chest. It was taken last year on my birthday down at First Beach. The sun was setting behind us. My arms were wrapped around his middle. A perfect couple. A perfect match... I tossed the picture, frame and all, into the bag containing the ruined bear.
I grasped Emily's picture in my hands and studied it one last time. Emily Young. My now ex-cousin. I had my arm across her shoulders and we were dripping wet as we had just gotten out of the pool. This was taken three years ago at a 4th of July celebration. I closed my eyes and slammed the picture on the floor and stamped on the large pieces of glass (luckily I was still wearing my sneakers) and ripped the picture into shreds.
I think someone knocked on the door and called my name, asking if I was okay, but I couldn't concentrate on anything but my growing anger at Sam and Emily.
I looked around at the damage I had caused. The damage he had caused. I sighed. Why me? I sat at my bed and looked out the window. Where did I go wrong?
There were places we would go at midnight. There were secrets that nobody else would know. I picked up my pillow and held it close to my chest.
There's a reason but I don't know why, I don't know why, I don't know why. I thought they all belonged to me.
I closed my eyes, trying to tune out the world around me.
Who's that girl? Where's she from? No, she can't be the one that you want that has stolen my world.
I shook my head confused and pressed my fists to the sides of my head.
It's not real, it's not right. It's my day, it's my night. By the way, who's that girl living my life? Oh no. Living my life.
I opened my eyes and fell back on my bed. I stared at the ceiling.
Seems like everything's the same around me, then I look again and everything has changed. I'm not dreaming so I don't know why, I don't know why, I don't know why she's everywhere I wanna be. Who's that girl? Where's she from? No she can't be the one that you want that has stolen my world. It's not real. It's not right. It's my day. It's my night. By the way who's that girl living my life?
A tear ran down my cheek, followed by a dozen more until my vision was blurry and my face was wet. I clutched my chest and tried to breathe.
I'm the one who made you laugh, who made you feel, who made you sad. I'm not sorry for what we did, for who we were. I'm not sorry I'm not her. Who's that girl? Where's she from? No she can't be the one that you want that has stolen my world. It's not real. It's not right. It's my day. It's my night. By the way, who's that girl living my life? Oh no. Living my life?
I became exhausted after crying for so long, so I kicked my shoes off and curled into a ball under the covers, and soon fell unconscience, dreaming of Sam.
Sam. My Sam... no longer was my Sam... but Emily's.