I'm all set up for the next chapter! What happened was I briefly forgot about the dream sequence (I have a bad memory) and began writing about the trip, then I realised the dream sequence and began writing that while still writing more on the other chapter, I know confusing. So basically I've got a head start to make it longer.

In the end I decided to upload this early, might even add the next chapter on Sunday...maybe.

thank you to Tiger mutant for another review!

thanks to BatBabe66 for favouriting and following!

The song that I meant to put for the daddy doctor chapter is actually this one, because it describes exactly what Sam is feeling now and then, it's an amazing song and I'd listen to it if you haven't heard it already.

I now have an deviantart account, it's also gothgirlstrikesagain and I plan on putting up a manga version of the characters up soon, but I've messed it up as I'm not an artist. Here's the link anyway:

http / / gothgirlstrikesagain . Devianart . Com

This story is already over 1,000 views! Thank you so much!

If you haven't read my other story Angelic Blood for supernatural (I recommend it of course but it's up to you) I'm actually going to try and write my own book on the idea, of course it's going to be completely different from the actual supernatural part of it but I'm using the same oc characters pretty much except Amber (main character) will be ten instead of sixteen, I plan on uploading it to fictionpress once I've got enough done. But that's just a little heads up.

disclaimer:I only own OCs

with that done, on with the chapter...

'Cause we lost it all,

Nothing lasts forever,

I'm sorry,

I can't be perfect,

Now it's just too late,

and we can't go back,

I'm sorry,

I can't be perfect,

Perfect ~ Simple Plan

Previously...

"Isaac! I can't...see...stop...panicking!" I ordered, fearful that we might drown and it would be my fault. But he never stopped, his own phobia making him deaf to my words, water still spilling into my mouth.

Again I was pushed under, heartbeat thumping in my chest and in my eardrums as the strength left me, unable to fight against Isaac's outburst as we sank further under the water...

The murky blue being the unmarked grave for both of us...

I just about managed to push my head above the water again, gasping in a mixture of air and murky lake water. Isaac still hung around my neck, crying and choking the only thing he was able to do as he scrambled on top of my shoulders, trying to get out of the water. I wanted to scream at him to stop, to keep calm unless he wanted to drown both of us.

"I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it!" He repeated over and over again in between his sobbing. Again I was pushed under as his shoulder connected with the top of my head, pain immolating from the spot. I wouldn't be able to stay under for much longer, my legs and arms beginning to tire already as adrenaline was the only thing that was keeping me from just letting the lake engulf us.

We need to get to the bank, he's just got to move with me...

I purposely used one free arm and slashed at the water, desperately trying to move both of us close enough to the break between water and air so I could tell Isaac what to do. I gasped in as much as possible, going under briefly, before returning to the surface.

"Isaac listen to me! Swim next to me, don't let go of my hand but kick your legs to keep you from drowning!" I barked the orders above Isaac's sobbing, he listened, but his gripped refused to let go of my neck. In rage I yanked both his wrists and so separated myself from him. He screamed, now flailing his arms and legs to keep his small head above the water. I looked between him and the bank, time moving too quickly as my childish mind couldn't contemplate an easy equation.

What do I do? What do I do!

"I'll get to the bank and find something to pull you towards me!" I shouted before rapidly swimming towards the bank, my neck burning like cuts from razor sharp scissors, water seeping into the cracks of damaged skin. My mind buzzed, hearing muffled as Isaac screamed at me not to let him die.

I'm not! I'm not leaving you, I need something for you to grab!

I yelled back in my mind, focusing on the one goal to save my brother. For the first time, I prayed to God, just for one miracle, that's all I wanted...one beautiful miracle.

My drenched form touched the glorious sensation of damp mud, my limbs shaking in exhaustion as the remaining adrenaline deteriorated.

"Must...find...branch." I growled, pushing my body to no end, managing to crawl towards an old birch tree. A long thin branch lay on the frosty ground, I cursed, it wouldn't hold Isaac's minor weight.

I searched for what felt like too long, coming short of the exact branch I needed. But then by some miracle, a perfectly balanced branch leaned against an oak tree, the hopelessness I felt suddenly having a spark of defiance. Gripping the branch I sprinted back to the bank edge.

I rushed into the water, the diseased liquid trying to stop me, however I was more weary of the defying drop as I scanned for Isaac. With relief he was still bobbing on the water, red faced and weak, he was close to giving up.

"Isaac grab this!" I ordered, Isaac turning his head towards me, and love shone in his eyes. He thought I had abandoned him to die, but I promised, I promised everything would be okay.

"Sammy, I can't do it..." Water gargled in his mouth, but the exhaustion was there. I shook my head, refusing to give up now as tears streaked down my face. My neck was still burning, making me pant and wince whenever the salt of my tears touched the marks.

"You can do it, Isaac, you can do it." I said encouragingly, edging as close as I could to the rim of the deeper water. Slowly, Isaac's arms began to soften, his bloodshot eyes taking one last look at home in the distant, past all the bare trees.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't brave enough. I don't want to die." He pleaded, but not to me, he looked up at the sky as if the angels were listening. Then he disappeared under the depths, a tiny splash when his head was engulfed by the water, bubbles of air becoming fainter and fainter.

"No!"

I couldn't say anymore, my voice breaking as I choked on more tears. I took steps backwards, the water parting as I did so, as if giving me free leave from a sacrifice. I snarled and threw the branch to the side, sprinting towards home, screaming until blood spilled out of my mouth, screaming for anyone or anything to help.

"Mom! Mom where are you? Isaac's drowning!" I shouted as I slammed open the back door, running through the kitchen as I bumped into everything within range of my weak body. I checked every room on the ground floor, seeing no sign of her, I became hysterical.

"No,no,no,no,no...please tell me you're still here." I croaked, gripping my hair tightly as I span around in a circle in the centre of the main hall.

I couldn't think, I couldn't process anything, my mind didn't even know the layout of home. I stopped spinning, however, the room didn't stop. My eyesight went in and out of focus, and I couldn't tell which was floor and which was ceiling.

What's happening...

I blacked out for a few seconds and found myself on all fours coughing up red liquid, every cough sending a jolt of pain through my body. With eyesight becoming gradually worse, I could only distinguish the blood now splattered on the wooden floor in front of me, and to my horror it held a more solid consistency then it should. But I couldn't stop, more and more blood spilling out of my mouth, becoming patches of red.

My arms vibrated, somehow holding my body up as it shut down, even my coughing slowed as the muscles tightened. The marks on my neck sizzled with burning pain, gradually feeling like my throat was being ripped open.

"Mommy..." I whispered, before collapsing onto the floor, everything black.

"Oh my god, Samantha! Baby can you here me?..."

"H-hello, please, please send an ambulance. My daughter, she, she's collapsed and won't wake up..."

"Sweetie, can you hear me?..."

"We need to get her to a hospital right now!..."

"Sweetie, this is going to hurt, but we need to move you into the ambulance..."

"Where's Isaac? Samantha! Please, please tell me where he is..."

"She's stable for now, her lungs were filled with lake water..."

"We've found a body..."

"My poor babies...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Beeping, a steady rhythmic beeping of hospital equipment. I felt nothing, not even the numbness of my finger tips. I couldn't move anything, held in the pitch darkness as muffled sounds filled my ears.

Where am I?

My first coherent thought, my mind fumbling with puzzling voices that I couldn't piece together. I remembered Mom, she found me, but I couldn't think of what happened after. The feeling of weightlessness struck me, no pain, just the sensation of flying.

Am I dead? Am I a ghost?

I resorted to fanatical ideas, as nothing seemed real anyway. But the smell of cleaning utensils and hygienic hand gel wafted into my nostrils. It must've been a hospital, but I couldn't order my eyes open to see whether it was correct.

I began feeling little tingles around parts of my body, mainly what I believed where my fingers, feet and neck were. I tried moving a single finger, finding that I could simply waggle it once before the tingle worsened. I stopped moving too quickly, letting my body decide when I could do something.

"M-mo-m...m-om..."

I could feel my vocal cord vibrating at the attempted speech, and I couldn't even tell what I was saying because it was so distorted.

"Hey kid, you waking up huh?" A calming voice suddenly appeared next to me the sensation of a hand gently stroking my own filled me with relief. I wasn't dead, but I didn't feel truly alive either.

"Wh-e-r-e..."

"Try not to talk, your voice box was torn, doctors just managed to seal the wound. Your mother is being monitored in the waiting area, we'll bring her here when you're ready." He told me, whoever he was. He sounded young, and his hand didn't have obvious wrinkles of age.

"You gave everyone quite a scare young lady, we thought you wouldn't make it past the first day." The man spoke, seeming to move around the bed (I assumed I was in a bed as feeling in my hand felt sheet fabric) as if checking the beeping equipment.

First day? How long have I been unconscious?

It couldn't have been out too long, what was I saying, I could've been out for years. I hoped the mystery man would confirm how long, but he seemed preoccupied with something else.

"Wow, everything seems to be healing quickly. Whatever you were exposed to in the lake must have been something good. We might have to run some tests to find out the cause, but whatever it was, it saved your life kid." He said, his dumbfoundness easily detected in his tone.

I liked him, even though I was pretty much comatose, he still talked to me like a human being. Eventually curiosity got the better of me and I gently opened my eyes.

At first the lights blinded me, burning pain as the ceiling lights were just pulsing white light. However, slowly my eyes began getting used to the brightness and I outlined patterns around me. The ceiling was simple tiled white slabs, quite boring, but luckily I had been put at an angle in which I was technically lying down but able to see to a certain extent.

I scanned for the mystery man and found him next to a monitor on my left, frowning at a screen the flashing lights that my eyes didn't like. He looked around mid-twenties, spiked hazelnut hair that was quite short, thin but evenly muscled.

He watched the monitors intently, seeming perplexed by the readings given. He turned to leave, and then jolted as I startled him. He chuckled, holding his chest like his heart had jumped out of it, I would have smiled, but I couldn't order my muscles to do so.

"Yep, no doubt you're awake." He muttered, stepping forward with a kind smile on his face. I saw that his eyes were a mixture of green and brown, which was strange but seemed to pull off as it made him look kinder.

"You keep surprising us kid, you're one hell of a miracle." He joked, but couldn't understand the pain I felt from that word.

Miracle...

I didn't feel like a miracle, a real miracle, would be that Isaac was alive. I prayed that he was, that I was wrong and he's in a hospital bed like me. The man twisted his head up, his face changing into one of annoyance, but I couldn't see who it was aimed at.

"Dr Ward might I remind you that you have other duties, and that you should keep your personal life separate from work." It sounded like a woman's voice, and the tone was like she had no soul. Dr Ward glared, but thought better than to argue and took one last look at me.

"Keep fighting kid." He whispered before storming past the unseen woman. I moved my eyes to the right, and saw that the woman was a stony-faced elderly doctor. Grey hair held in a bun, clip board in her fingers as she noted down something, eyes holding no compassion for the job in general.

I thought evil doctors were just stories...

"Miss King, I'm Dr Rhodes and I've been your doctor since you first brought to this ward. You suffered from drowned lungs and internal bleeding, we've treated both, but due to the extent of damage we had little chance that you were going to survive. As it is, you are alive which is one less heartache for the staff." She spoke robotically, never taking her eyes of the clipboard, I doubted whether she cared at all.

"Can...I see m-mom?" I asked croakily, the vibration in my throat lessening. Dr Evil looked up, tsked, then stormed off about of my sight. Stuck up cow... I grumbled in my head, this being the only insult I knew.

I waited patiently, my eyes drooping every so often energy deserted me. I wasn't tired, I'd had enough sleep, but my eyelids thought differently.

Dad should've been there...

I concluded angrily, blaming anyone else but myself. It would dawn on me that it was my fault, but my mind tortured me with going through the stage of denial. As there seemed to be no sign of people coming to see me, I gave in and closed my eyes, the steady beeping of the machines lulling me to sleep.

"Sammy, I can't do it..."

"You can do it, Isaac, you can do it."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't brave enough. I don't want to die."

"No!"

"Samantha?"

My eyes swiftly opened, hearing my mother's voice. She sat in a blue plastic chair next to the equipment, hand clutched in mind. It took me a few minutes to remember where I was, the memory pulling me down into the lake.

"Mom..." I garbled feeling the effects of whatever medication they pumped into me. She smiled brokenly, caressing my hand tentatively. She looked worse than usual. Hair in knots with grease making it look slimy, eyes bloodshot and looking as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. A plain jumper with crease marks in every which way, and I could just about see she was wearing an old pair of jeans.

"I'm sorry...I couldn't...I tried to pull him out." I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't look at her, afraid of the resentment and shame that would undoubted be on her face. She gripped my hand tighter, threatening to cut off the circulation and make it discoloured.

"Please don't throw me out like you did Dad." I said it all in one complete sentence, but it ached my throat and I had to take in a large shallow gasp. I didn't want to be alone, I didn't want Mom to abandon me. But I knew, I knew she wouldn't be able to look me in the eye again.

"Listen to me. Samantha Jane King you look at me right now." She ordered, me knowing better than to disobey. I turned my gaze on her, seeing (rather scarily) a determination in her eyes. There were fresh tears, but they didn't bother her, in fact, she forcefully wiped them away with her free hand.

"We are going to get through this, together. It was not your fault, you did what you could and I couldn't have asked anymore from you. I should've been there, I should've told you to not go alone. We both are blaming ourselves and that wasn't want Isaac would've wanted. Now, you are going to get better, we are going to organise Isaac's funeral and then we are going to help each other heal." She stated everything without me questioning it, this was what she wanted, this was how she whited the family to stay together.

I nodded my head limply, though I couldn't move it a lot. She pulled my hand up and kissed it soothingly, not even having to say I love you. We knew that we needed each other, now more then ever.

"I promise, I'm never going to abandon you again." She said as one tear rolled down her face, I watched it, unknown to me that like the promise it would just be forgotten within a month. I was alone, with only the thing I despised most with me.

Water

Again I know this is short but I promise the next one will be longer, especially as I started writing it before this one For some reason XD. Anyway, this really was to clear up what actually happened at the lake, I was unsure how to show that Sam survived while Isaac still drowned. Also, the insanely dramatised health issues were a tad over the top, but, I need her to be scarred so this was what I came up with.

can't wait for next chapter, a bit more humour but it's gonna really long.

bye for now,

~ gothgirlstrikesagain