Alone

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Poor Sister

Brief Summary: It all went downhill after her sister's death, she was terrified and scared - who where these two men and what exactly was chasing her? Could they even begin to help? Sam/OC

Her only choice was to run, run like a bat out of Hell. She didn't turn around or look over her shoulder as she weaved in and out from between cars, and suddenly as she rounded the last car there was a loud, ear-piercing scream that reared from behind her; she tripped over her own feet at the sudden noise. There was no way to describe the God awful sound other than a mixture between a dying baby bunny and a screaming woman.

Sweat poured down her face and beaded off her shoulders, after picking herself up off the floor she pushed herself of one car and on another until she reached the end of the backalley parking lot. She had never run harder in her life. She was running like her life depended on it, and it probably did.

No, scratch that, it did.

As soon as she rounded the corner, she pressed herself against the wall, her heart beating erratically in her rib cage. She gripped at her belt, her knuckles turning white, and silently prayed. Tears dribbled down her face as she choked on a sob rising in her throat.

A kick of a can is what made her swallow her tears and heart wrenching sobs of anxiousness.

A snap - a crumble - of some leaves and crinkle of newspaper beneath someone's feet, and that's when she covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

A silent whisper, "it was all your fault." She breathed shallowly, gripping her belt tightly, tighter than before. She had never prayed so hard before either.

Please don't find me, she repeated it several times before she heard a faint hiss just next to her.

"Found you."

A frightened scream ripped from her throat as the person that had been stalking her grabbed and twisted her. She gapped at what stood in front of her, and before she could say anything it opened it's mouth and screamed.

Blood seeped out from her ears and the two screams intertwined as more blood crept out.

That's when it happened.

Her eardrums popped.

I lay in bed, perfectly still, coiled up into the fetal position with the thick covers over my head. Nothing but the sound of my erratic heartbeat seemed to calm me. Placing my hand over the beating, and gripped the front of my shirt and bit my bottom lip. And cried.

At first it was sullen tears that slowly turned into choking sobs that stuck in my throat.

"Honey?" There was a light knock on the door, and it slowly started to creak open, "Oh, my baby girl." It was my mother, but I didn't dare remove the sheets from over my head. The bed sunk down beside me and I felt her hand stroking my back.

"Hailey's death has been hard on all of us, your father especially, but I can't stand to loose both of my daughters." Resentfully, I pulled down the sheets so my mother could see my red beat face and swollen eyes.

"Oh Marilyn." She pulled me into an embrace. You know, when I was little I resented my mother naming me after her favorite actress: Marilyn Monroe. My older sister was named after our late grandmother, and what did I get? Some blonde bimbo's name that was only known for her breasts and red lips; however, in this moment I cherished the name.

We sat there for what seemed like an hour until she pulled back and dabbed the corner of her eyes.

"You need to get dressed, the funeral is in a few hours. Your Aunt Claudia and Uncle Ben are driving up from Arizona for Hailey… Please, just smile for me okay?" She rubbed my cheekbones with the pads of her thumbs and smiled a sad smile before she got up from my bed and brushed off the invisible lint from her plain black dress.

And she exited the room, leaving me alone once again.

I stood outside the white, pristine church with the white picket fencing and beautiful hedges. The steps leading up to the double wooden doors, which were being held open by wooden pegs, were lined with red felt carpeting.

I was leaning against my old, orange Camaro, pulling a cigarette to my mouth and taking a large puff. I had managed to wrestle my burly, red hair into a neat bun and some bright red lipstick to my mouth. However, all the use it was giving me was imprinting itself on the end of the white cancer stick.

I flicked the cigarette to the ground and grounded the burning bud into the asphalt with the heel of my black heel. I never thought in a million years I'd be at my older sister's funeral.

With people pitying me and my parents, and I never thought for a second that I'd actually be crying over the bitch. The bitch that made everyday a living Hell, the bitch that constantly burnt her with her own cigarettes, and that bitch was her older sister; family was family no matter what.

I pulled out the pack of cigarettes from my coat pocket and fingered another out, lighting it up.

Blowing out smoke, I pushed myself off the door of the car only to be met with two men. One was taller with an innocent look on his face, but his eyes gave away the pity that she had been getting all day. The second guy was shorter, but built; the type of guy her sister usually went after.

"Can I help you?" I asked, my voice slightly husky from days of crying and the rough smoke that I've been inhaling for the last six months. The shorter man stepped forward, a handsome smile on his face and a out stretched hand.

"I'm Eric Bloom, and this is my friend Rudy Sarzo, we went to school with your sister." I shook his hand; extremely rougher than what I had imagined.

"My sister never mentioned you two, but I guess she really didn't talk to me a lot." I tried to smile at him, but it faltered and my eyes switched over to Rudy. My mind raced over the thoughts of her sister yelling at her, never once talking about her life outside of home.

"It's a pleasure to meet you two, the funeral is about to begin; I'm sure you can go socialize with her other college friends as well." I started to walk away, but Eric pulled me back. I narrowed my eyes at him and shrugged his hand off of me; I didn't like being manhandled.

"Is there something I could help you with?"

He raked his eyes over my body, and I saw Rudy nudge his friend with his elbow, harshly.

"We just wanted to know what happened to Hailey, no one will tell us; do you know?"

Please, anything but that, I thought silently as I scuffed my shoe into the ground and pulled the cigarette up to my mouth once again. It was already half gone and I looked at it sadly.

"You can read about it in the newspaper if you want."

"Please," it was Rudy that talked this time, his eyes wide and his eyebrows downturned, "she was a good friend, we just want to… know what really happened."

I wanted to scoff, I wanted to push him away and stalk into the church to see my parents, but I didn't. I opened my mouth and the words just vomited forth, "she was supposed to be going to a party. She was supposed to come back right afterwards, but instead she took a detour to her boyfriend's house," she spat the word boyfriend like it was poison, "and the next thing I know my sister is dead. Her eardrums were popped and her eyes were blood shot. Is that enough for you? Or would you like to hear about her face?" I was almost panting, the anger boiling to my skin, "it was stuck. She was screaming when she died, in pain, in agony; I don't know. All I know is that she is dead and you asking stupid questions won't bring her back, or bring comfort."

I flicked the cigarette on the ground, not even bothering to finish it, and high-tailed it towards the church.

Author's note: this is only the beginning! I hope you enjoyed~