"Hello?" I hear a woman's voice say. "I-is this Skyler?" I question barely getting it out of my mouth. "Yes, who is this?"
"Uh... It's Samantha... Uh Sam." I stutter.
"Sam! Oh my gosh! How are you?"
"Not to great at the moment, how about you?"
"I'm pretty good, I'm really sorry about everything that has happened."
"Um, yeah."
"So are you going to come stay with me?"
"I'm not sure, I feel like I would be barging in."
"No! I want to meet you. I would love for you to stay with me, plus it gets pretty lonely ya know? It's just me and my dog."
"So you'd be fine if I came and stayed with you until I'm 18?"
"Yes! Of course!"
"Alright."
"So when are you coming?"
"Um... The doctor said I get discharged tomorrow."
"Cool, so I'll see you soon?"
"I guess so."
"Well call me when you're on your way so I can clean up a bit."
"Okay."
"It was really nice talking to you Sam, I've heard so much about you from your mother, father, and brother. I can't wait to meet you."
"I can't wait to finally meet you too."
"Alright, well get some rest sweetheart."
"Okay, see you soon."
"Yeah, I love you Sam." My heart dropped when she said that and I don't even know why. Wait my brother talks about me? He's talked to her?!
"Love you too, bye" I say as I hang up.
*2 hours later*
"Figured out?" The doctor says as he walks into the room. "Uh yeah, think so." He gives a sweet smile and nods as he goes to leave the room and I stop him by saying, "look sorry for being a bitch to you at first. I-it's just hard taking this all in, ya know?" He nods in understanding. "It's cool, I hope you get through this, I know you will, you're a strong girl Sam. You barely made it but something kept you fighting." I sighed. "Yeah." He nods and goes to the door again and once again I stopped him. "T-thank you for everything doctor. I wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for you. Just... Thank you." He smiles and nods as he says, "well it is my job... And I really didn't want to see a beautiful 17 year-old girl miss out on life I mean you have a long time ahead of you. 'You gotta have the bad days so you can love the good days'"
He quotes as he gives me a reassuring smile and I nod as saying he can go now.
I'm in a car with a police officer while he is escorting me to my house so I can grab most of my things right now. I have to be at the airport at 10:00 p.m. and it's just barely noon. I walk into my home it's almost how I left it. It just looks empty right now. Although all of our things are still here it's just... Just different without my father. "Do you mind if I take a shower?" I ask the police officer as he nods his head. "No not at all. If you'd like I could leave and you could call me when you're ready to go." I give him a faint smile as in saying thank you as he hands me a card with his number on it. "Just don't take too long. You have until around 7 or 8 if you'd like." "I would actually love that thank you. I will call you when I'm ready." He nods then walks out the front door and closes it behind him.
*Trigger Warning*
Well this is it my last time in my childhood home. All my memories with my dad. I mean it must had sucked to be a single father raising a kid. I head to my room and turn on the shower waiting for it to get hot and turn some music on as I normally do. Music just comforts me I guess. I open my drawer in my bathroom to get out my toothbrush and I see my razor. The one you shave your legs with though.
I've thrown away all of my other ones. I sigh picking it up so I can shave and all that girl stuff ya know. I get into the shower and start singing and then my dads favorite song came on and I just sit in the shower and start crying. I've been clean since I was about 16 and it's been hard, although I turned 17 a week before this happened so about 3 months ago. I just couldn't bring myself to stop crying even though the song was already over. I look at my razor and shake my head. I broke the razor out of the thing. I looked at it and surprisingly cried harder if that's possible. Most of my scars on my arms were faint so not deep enough to really notice unless you looked for them. Now my thighs are a different story I didn't go down too far, just so it wouldn't be obvious. I can wear shorts but they have to be like mid-thigh. I take in a shaky breath as I slide the razor across my wrists. Losing myself in the emptiness I realized that I did a lot. I should probably stop, but instead I just go to the other arm. I'm not going too deep so they should heal in a month or so. For now I have to wear lots and lots of bracelets and sweaters. Fuck man. After another 20 minutes of showering I get out and look at the time to see it's already 2:00
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Left Behind
Fanfiction17 year-old Samantha Cook or better known as Sam has gone through hell and back. When something awful happens she is forced to find a place to live until she is 18. Will her aunt that she's never met be willing to let her stay? Although the aunt liv...
