Something's wrong with sam. .

Entry #11 : The funeral

(TW for this chapter, read only in a good headspace)

The funeral for Olivia was held almost a week after she was found dead in her bathtub. The autopsy ruled her death out as a suicide, however, it was obvious something else was going on.

At the funeral, Sam sat alone. He didn't really feel like conversing with anyone except his parents, and even with them he didn't feel like it. 'Jacob' and his family came later, It seems as if 'Jacob' wasn't allowed to sit by Sam.

Sam didn't care too much. He didn't care about anything, really. He wasn't able to cope anymore but that didn't matter to be honest. He wasn't planning to die, but if it happened, he wouldn't care.

After the actual funeral part and the conversing party happened, Sam and 'Jacob' were allowed to sit together. Finally.

"Are you okay?" 'Jacob' questioned Sam. "Depends on what your definition of okay really is." Sam's voice was monotone, he had eye bags. His face hair was messy, he was overall very unkept with himself.

"Are you.. depressed?" 'Jacob' frowned. It hated for Sam to be depressed, that was it's friend. Or at least, It considered Sam a friend. The feeling may have not been too mutual.

"Yes, Jacob. I'm depressed." Sam held the bridge of his nose, obviously annoyed. "Sorry.."

They sat in silence until Ethan came over to greet them, he was obviously upset but he seemed as if he wanted to talk about something. "Hey guys.."

"Hi." Sam didn't bother to answer, he didn't feel like it. "Is it okay if we Talk?"

'Jacob' looked in Sam's direction and urged Ethan to do the same. "If it's about Olivia, then sure. I have questions for a certain person."

'Jacob' pulled at the collar around It's neck and gulped. Sam wasn't going to like the answers he heard.

"First things first, How are you two feeling?"

"Depressed." Sam answered pretty quickly. "I'm fine." 'Jacob' didn't feel much to Olivia's death, it didn't know if it should after all. It never liked to simulate emotions to make others content with it.

"Alright, Uh. You know that the autopsy ruled her death out as a suicide, yes?"

They both nodded. "Well, Around the same time as her estimated death, I wasn't in town. However, Father and my other family members were. They sensed an amount of dread and it was all coming from Olivia's house next door."

Sam opened his ears to listen, Ethan had his full attention. "They reported to Father and I about the things they saw and heard. One, lots of banging and clanging. Two, Whispers of chants from demonic books. And three, The appearance of a more 'powerful' Devil."

Ethan looked directly im 'Jacob's' Direction. "Did you have something to do with Olivia's death?" His voice was serious and filled with venom, you could tell he wanted an answer and the wrong one could get 'Jacob' Hurt.

"I.." it sighed and nodded. "I did." Sam felt himself start to breathe heavier, his thoughts Racing.

"And what exactly did you do to her?"

"I didn't do anything to her. I was.. Expelling things around her house. They were attracted to her and I don't know why. She may have, however, mistaken me for one of them because she saw me."

"You're a liar." Sam muttered. "Sam.." Ethan glared at him. "You were there, that's all I needed to know."

Sam stood up and backed away from the table. Jacob stood up and started to follow him, pleading that he just listen.

It was 'Jacob' reaching out to touch him that set the blonde off. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" Sam slapped his hand away. "Sam.. I didn't-"

'Jacob' continued to try and get through to him, not realizing the anger coming from the other. Suddenly, Sam attacked him.

"YOU KIDNAPPED ME, HELD ME HOSTAGE, RUINED MY LIFE, AND KILLED MY BEST FRIEND!!!" Sam started to hit it and suddenly grabbed the nearest thing, that being a knife used to cut the cake. "I HATE YOU!!"

He stabbed it right the stomach. Sam's Father ran over and grabbed him off of the other. He dragged him out of the building as he kicked and screamed at 'Jacob'.

'Jacob' felt tears roll down it's face, it was crying again. It felt anger and sadness. Sam .. hated it? He hated .. it. He hated it. And it hated him too if that was the case.

'Jacob's' father and siblings ran over to give it attention for the knife in it's stomach. However, When it stood up, it pulled the knife out and walked out. Throwing the knife with black blood and cake bits on the ground.

It watched as Sam was held down on the ground outside by the building. It walked the other way into the forest and wasn't seen for a while then.

Sam and his family went home early. "SAM! You stabbed a kid your age!!"

"He's nineteen."

"That's not the goddamn point, You stabbed him! I have half a mind to drive you to the police office. You cannot be around us if you will be violent!"

Sam was quiet the rest of the car ride as they scolded him. When they got home and continue to yell and scold him, he yelled out and broke down.

"IF YOU WANT ME GONE SO BAD, KILL ME! I NEVER ASKED TO BE HERE!!!"

His parents immediately went quiet, His mom covered her mouth and ran to hug him as he sobbed. His father was caught by surprise, was he suicidal? Was he depressed? Did he not.. like his life? Thoughts raced through their heads but In the end, all they could do was reassure them they loved him and find him a therapist.

It was long overdue anyways.

Sam stayed in his house for almost a week, he barely ate, didn't complete personal hygiene, and was more secretive. He was depressed.

'Jacob' hadn't been seen since the funeral, cops had been called to find it and even Sam's parents left a few times on a search party in the forest to find it.

Not that Sam knew about this, after all, he didn't leave his house for a while. He knew as soon as he left, nobody would see him the same anymore. He stabbed 'Jacob' and had to be pinned down in front of building. Cops were almost called on him.

He hated what he had become. Why was he like this? Why couldn't he just accept that people die, that things happen? Why couldn't he be less angry?

Why wasn't he dead?

His thoughts ran rampant in his mind everyday, all week. The day he stepped back outside, people stared at him weirdly. Kids his age avoided him. Rumors spreader about him. Even Ethan avoided him it seemed. He truly had no one now.

And as he tried to tie a rope connected to his bedroom ceiling fan, He wondered where life went so wrong for him. As he put the rope around his neck and tears streamed down his face, he wondered why he was like this?

Why he would make the town suffer more.. but all he wanted was to be free. As he stepped down from the chair, He realized.. this wasn't the answer.

CRASH