Sam
She loved him, didn't she? Didn't she care? Didn't she want to see him safe? Then why did she give up? Why, just why. She cared didn't she? She cared about him... didn't she?
She hated seeing him hurt, she hated seeing him in pain, but most of all she hated to patch him up, Each and Every day. She had to though, she loved him, and he was hurt.
Sure she didn't get along with her parents, but they tried. They cared. They just didn't like Danny, so she didn't like them… only it wasn't just that.
She saw how hard her mom tried. Sure she didn't like pink or anything frilly, but what else was her mom supposed to do. She never talked to her otherwise. So of course her mom would try to get her to were something she didn't like. Even if they argued, at least they were talking….. at least she talked to her mother.
Her dad let her do what she wanted. She rarely talked to him anymore. Even then it was usually just a quick 'hello', 'good bye', or 'I'll just be in my room, don't bother me'. He never did bother her. She once herd him tell her mom that she just needed space, that she would come along, eventually. Eventually.
She loved her, and she ignored her too. She ignored her own grandmother. Yet she still covered for her. When she was out too late, or needed to sneak out in the middle of the night. Yet all she could manage was a 'thanks' or an occasional 'I love you'. She at least talked to her more then her parents.
She still barely talked to them…. she barely talked to her own family. She had to watch him get hurt over and over again. She felt so helpless, she needed to do something. To say something….. so she told. She told them, about him.
She just couldn't take it anymore.
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