{Okay you all, I have updated this super quick because of two amazing comments I recieved. Special thanks to, ccQTccQT, Quinno96, KarlaRockAngel, and samandfreddie38. (:
Ha! But I've made some decisions. I am tired of only getting like three or four comments each chapter. So I have decided that I am going to take my time to update and spell check and everything. I will try update as soon as I get eight reviews. I know it seems cruel but I don't see the point in updating as soon as I can when only a few people tell me they like it. Besides, comments inpire me and make me want to update sooner! AND, I have decided to make the "Best Review of the Chapter" Award. And whoever has the best review, will get a sneak peek of the next chapter (: Anyway, I'll stop rambling and let you read (: Enjoy. -Make a great day, Ariel}
Sam's POV
I don't know where I am. It's... it's too dark. My lungs hurt... my chest hurt... everything hurts. Everywhere I turn there's darkness. I can't find the light anymore... I'm having difficulty breathing. I can't... I can't do this...
Unknown amount of time later
It's not dark anymore. In fact... memories are flashing through my head. Some of them are good...and some of them are very bad.
"Happy Birthday, Sam!" Everyone shouted as I walked into Carly's house on my seventeenth birthday. I had told Carly I didn't want anymore parties. Especially not since the last one... the one that showed me how tomboyish and weird I was.
As soon as I walked in everyone was around me, hugging me, talking to me. There were people everywhere around me. I heard a voice though. One voice seperate from the rest.
"Sam! SAM!" The voice kept saying my name over and over again. I looked around, trying to find a face that matched the voice. I didn't know where it was coming from. My eyes widened and I started to breathe heavy. It was so overwhelming. The voice continued on, even when I disappeared.
One minute, I was right there at my Seventeenth birthday party, overwhelmed with happy friends. Next, I was... I don't know where I am. All I see is white this time. I can walk here though, and as I walk, I start shouting.
"Hello! HELLO! Anybody there! Get your stupid face out here!" I yell to no one in particular. I continue walking until I see a door. It's a brown, wooden door that looks like it's from the midevil times. The door is about ten meters away and I walk towards it. I'm walking very slowly though. I should be there already but I'm not.
When I finally make it to the door, I tug the old looking handle. It doesn't open. I put my hands on my hips and pout. I glare at the door. I decide to try again. I pull on the door again, with all of my power. It finally slings open and I fall to the ground. Ow. My butt. I stand up and brush myself off, before stepping through the doorway.
When I walk through the door, it's like the whole world changed around me. I'm standing in a room... I look down and see that I'm wearing a winter coat and a gloves and gloves and all of that. I walk outside of another door and I am standing outside. There is snow on the ground and swirling around in the air. It's dark outside. It's very cold and I cross my arms, trying to pull my coat tighter around me. I start to take a step forward, but stop when I hear shouting. I step backwards back onto the porch of the house I just left. I hide in one of the shadows and peer out at some guys in front of me. There was a school building right next to the building I was hiding outside of. I saw a man walk out. He looked like... is it possible... because he looks just like...
My dad.
In fact, that is my dad. I can tell by his coat and by his light hair.
"Daddy!" I yell out at him, stepping out of the shadows and waving frantically at my father. He doesn't seem to hear me. I shout louder. Still nothing. Why can't he hear me? I grow frustrated.
Just as I am about to begin shouting again, I see a man riding by on a bike. He's going pretty fast, and soon enough, I see another man emerge from behind him. I see some black objects in their hands as they ride on each others heals. I squint.
Guns.
"DADDY!" I screamed, jumping up and down, yelling as loud as I could. "Daddy! RUN!"
My father still doesn't hear me and I can feel the tears hot and moist as they stream down my face. I keep my eyes on my father because I know what happens next. My father is getting pretty close to the curb, closer to the street where the men are. I watch him intently, hoping that somehow, he can feel it and will do as I say.
Before long, I hear it. A gun shot, and my father's scream. I'm crying so hard now my vision is blurry and I don't watch my father bleed to death in the cold snow. He won't be found until the morning.
I continue to cry, not even noticing that I'm not outside of the school anymore. When my vision finally clears enough, I see that I am back in the white room. Why am I back in this stupid room? I hate this. I must be dreaming.
Wake up Sam.
I just want to go home.
I sit cross legged on the ground. I rest my head on my hands and stare out into the distance at nothing.
"Sam," I hear my name again. This time, it sounds like it's coming from right behind me.
Warily, I turned around. My eyes bug out of my head and my chin drops to the ground as I see the person who said my name.
Markie Sullivan.
Markie Sullivan is only my favorite pro wrestler EVER! I've seen every match she's been in and all of her backstage interviews. I jump up and look at her, still unable to speak. Her longish, curly brown hair floats from her head and rests on her chest. Her hand is on her hip and she is smirking at me.
"Hey Sam. I'm Markie," She says, smirking even wider. She holds her hand out. I try to control my body again, finally getting my hand to shake hers.
"H-hi..." I stutter. "Jeez I sound like a mega dweeb." I mutter, she smiles, obviously hearing me.
"Ha. You're pretty funny," She compliments me and I smile back at her.
"So I hear you're not doing too good..." Markie remarks, raising her eyebrows at me. What in the world is she talking about? Other than the stuff with my par-... er family, I've been fine. Freddie's been taking care of me. I've been fine.
"What are you talking about?" I ask her, giving her a confused look.
"Your anorexia... well anorexia and bulimia on aoccasions-" She starts to go on but I cut her off.
"ANOREXIC? What kinda pills are you on?" My eyes pop wide open again. Who the hell does she think she is? Anorexic? Me? No way. I wouldn't let that happen to me. I'm just testing my control and losing some weight in the process. I mean... what the hell?
"Ummm, Sam, I'm not on any pills. It's pretty obvious sweetie." She says in one of those 'talking to a delusional person' voices. I grow angry.
"Who the hell do you think you are? You don't even know me! I am not anorexic. I mean what is up with you grown ups thinking you know every single fact about every single-" I start ranting, ready to completely go off on her, but she interrupts me.
"Sam. Sam stop. Shut up." She says, trying to be reassuring or something like that and touching my shoulder. I glare at her but keep quiet. I'm not stupid, she could kill me.
"Sam, come with me," She says. She doesn't ask, she tells; she turns around and begins to walk away. And me, being the curious little girl I am, I follow.
We're walking and it's still white. After a while, I start to get tired of all the walking.
"Are we there yet?" I whine, dragging my feet.
"Oh don't give me that," She groans, turning around and giving me a stern look, "We'll be there soon enough.
I pout my lip, but continue to walk. And she didn't lie. A few minutes later, I saw a door a few yards away from us. It looks a lot like the door from before and I begin to panic. Remember what happened last time I went through a door like that? I shudder. But I have to stay brave. Sam Puckett doesn't back down. Besides, I have to prove to Markie that I am strong and independent.
Markie is leading, which means she's in front of me, when she walked up to the door, it immediately opened. By itself. I tried very hard not to let that freak me out, then I continued in behind her as fearlessly as I could seem.
We walked into a room that looked exactly like mine. In fact, I look closer around, it is mine. I can tell by the song lyrics I wrote all over my dresser and by the pictures in frames in various places around the room. I see my purple and black striped converse and my black and white scarf, along with all of my other accesories, scattered on my dresser top.
"This is my room..." I say, "But It looks different," Last time I saw those pruple and black converse shoes they were in my closet and I rearranged all of my picture frames. Last time I was at my house, that horrid night with my mother, there was stuff everywhere from my frantic packing.
"Yes Sam. I know." Markie says and I wait for her to continue, "This is your room about five months ago." She tells me, turning and giving me a look I can't really read. She walks over and sits on my bed. I continue to stand by the door and the light switch and look at her.
"Why are we in my room? And why in my room from how it was five months ago? What is going on?" I demand, making my voice sound strong and unbreakable. She smirks at me, and I glare right back. Markie's a cool person but she is way to secretive and... like me. It's annoying.
"Wait for it..." She trails off, looking at the door beside me. I start to speak but she holds her finger up, "Five, four, three, two... one," She says and as she says it the door to my bedroom opens. I look at the door and see myself walk in.
Wait.
Myself?
I watch her walk in and see her walk over to my desk and set down a plate. I look closer at the plate and see it's a large piece of ham. After a moment, I can smell it. Usually, when Carly or them try to feed me ham or other greasy foods, I hold my breath and swallow it. This time, I didn't. But when I smelled the hot, juicy ham, I didn't feel queasy like I usually do. I wanted so badly to walk over and eat it. I'm sure I was drooling.
Sam walked over to the closet and began looking through the clothes hanging there. Markie, whom I had forgotten about, suddenly touched my shoulder. There was a mirror across from my closet and Markie walked me over to Sam. She stood me beside her and then turned me around to face the mirror.
Compared to Sam, I was skin and bones.
I couldn't speak. I was too shocked. The room around me changed again and suddenly we were in the white room again. Markie patted my shoulder sympathetically.
"Oh my gosh," I whisper. I'm so small...
But... that doesn't mean I'm anorexic!
Gah the monster inside of me is trying to fool me again...
"Here. I'll show you something a little bit happier." Markie says softly. She snaps her finger and suddenly, I'm in another room. Why do I keep popping up in houses?
I look around and this room isn't really very familiar. The walls are a deep deep red and the carpet is a nice brown that does very well with the walls. It feels very soft, and the room is warm. I look over and see a fireplace. There is a couch and two chairs in the room. I continue to take the room in, as Markie waits beside me.
After a while, two people walk into the room. There is a woman, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and a man with brown hair and brown eyes. The woman is holding a baby, wrapped up in a blanket. She's skinny, she's skinnier than the normal female adult but she looks healthy.
As they get closer, I begin to recognize they're faces.
"Is that ME!" I ask Markie, shocked. "and..." I'm afraid to say the name, "Freddweeb?"
Markie laughs and looks at me, clearly entertained. "Yea Sam. That is you and Freddie. And your daughter." WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY!
I'm going to fall.
I'm going to drop dead to the ground.
I'm going to throw up everything I have ever eaten in my life.
It can't be...
Am I drunk?
I didn't have a baby with...
Please tell me I'm in the twilight zone or something...
Freddly and I...
I think I just dropped my pride.
"Me and... Benson... had a... baby?" I stutter, barely able to get the words out. Did I enter an alternate universe?
As if to confirm my question, Freddie and Sam turn toward each other and Freddie softly touches the baby's cheek.
"Sweet baby, Maya," He leans down and kisses her forehead. I watch as Sam watches him amused and lovingly.
"Sweet little nub," She teases. Okay that is definitely me. He raises his eyebrows and I watch as she uses her other hand to grab his face and kiss him.
Oh. My. Ham.
I'm frozen. As the couple continues on with their night I don't see anything. I hear Markie calling my name. Her voice is slowly becoming fainter and fainter. Suddenly, I'm not in the strange house anymore, I'm in the darkness again.
I don't try to fight it this time. I welcome the darkness. I allow it to erase my thoughts. I just can;t think of this right now. I mean... yeah Freddie is kind of cute... but he's such a nub... A sweet nub but...
I stop myself right there and allow the darkness to numb my brain.
{*Okay you all, just wanted to clear any confusion you might have. If you haven't figured it out, this is while Sam is unconcious and being rushed to the hospital and all. Also, Maya is the name me and my boyfriend would name our daughter (: -Welp, make a great day, Ariel.*}