The Cantipede Woods

Bonding

- —Cantipede Asylum— -
- — ??? p/am — -
- —Narrator's POV— -

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Samantha had just woken up, from her first day in the asylum. It was very quiet at night, and as they slept, Dexter sat outside the cell, watching them to make sure they wouldn't try anything. It wasn't the best thing, but it wasn't awful. Every time she would roll away from the wall, she would just see Dexter watching her, twiddling his fingers. She learned to get used to it, because Rexter would probably do the same thing.

Samantha sat on her bed, thinking about everything.She was a bit overwhelmed, but she tried not to take notice of it. Every time Dexter came around, she got a sick feeling. She would get dizzy, and anxious. She didn't know exactly what it was, but she didn't like it. She avoided talking to him most of the time and kept her attention on Scarlett.

Scarlett was sitting in the corner, reading off of a small piece of paper. She called it her "book" and she had been working on it since she got here. Samantha searched her pants pockets to see if she had anything on her.

She reached in and felt a few things. She had a small broken piece of crayon, in the color "violet", along with her tissue that she had at her mothers funeral. She didn't use it, she just held it in her hand while they were driving back home to comfort her.

She looked at the tissue, and a sad look came upon her face. Scarlett noticed this, and quickly spoke up.

"What's wrong, Sammy?" Scarlett spoke softly.
Samantha smiled at the nickname she had just gotten, and continued to explain.
"I wore these pants to my moms funeral the other day. I didn't know it was her funeral so I didn't really dress properly, and when we got there, I passed out in the car. I didn't want to believe she was dead, but she sure was. I wore the same pair of pants again when I went out to the woods yesterday, and I didn't know I still had the tissue." Samantha explained, scratching her neck.

"Oh...I'm sorry." Scarlett mumbled.
"All good things must come to an end.." Samantha continued.
"I just..didn't think it would end this early." She felt a tear fall from her eye, and she quickly wiped it away. She didn't know what Dexter would do if he saw her cry, and she didn't want to find out.

Scarlett smiled sadly at Samantha and then went back to reading. Samantha believed that her "book" was a piece of a magazine, and Scarlett was teaching herself how to read.

Samantha put the tissue back in her pocket, and looked at the crayon. She loved drawing, and she turned to face the wall. She saw small red markings, which she assumed was blood, and she put violet around the splotches. She turned them into red and purple flowers, and began to let her imagination take over. She drew a little girl that looked like herself, along with purple trees, and the purple, bloody flower right in the middle.

She sat back and smiled at her drawing, and focused on what she could fix. She drew Dexter, blending into the background. It was hard to see him but he was definitely there. She also drew a haze of purple light coming into the woods, from Janet's house.

She sat back and looked at the drawing. She wanted to add more but she didn't have enough crayon left. She sighed and went to put the crayon in her pocket, but her hand got snatched up. Her stomach felt like it collapsed when she looked over and saw Scarlett sitting in the corner with her blanket.

She held her breath and looked up. Dexter stared at her as he took the piece of crayon out of her hand. He glanced at what she was drawing, tightening his grip on her hand. She quietly let her breath out in defeat, as he signaled for her to stand up.

She stood before him and looked over at Scarlett with a worried expression. Scarlett was wrapped in her blanket, sitting quietly as she always did. Dexter grabbed Samantha and picked her up. She was now thrown over his shoulder, and she hit his back a couple of times.