A Second Chance

"my sam"

Sara

I may or may have not just yelled at a nurse, causing her to leave the room. Oh well.

Why would she think one of them was my boyfriend? EWW. I just met them.

I laid down, hugging the book tightly. I re-read all the entries, even the last one. I fell asleep half way through the last sentence.

"I hope you find a way out soon." Samuel's voice rung through my head.

I dreamed about how he died. How I saw it. How the blood was flowing from his head, how he was lying on the sidewalk, dead. He'd jumped off the roof of our house. The one Papa never let us leave.

Before he had gotten on the roof, I was sent to get him out his room. It had been almost 2 weeks since Papa let him out, and now he could get out off his room. I unlocked the door and I saw him in his room, hugging his legs, his head between his knees. I ran up to him, asking what was wrong.

He just ran out the room, and climbed onto the roof. I yelled for him to get down, to stop. He had tears running down his cheeks. I saw him take a knife out his pocket, and he stabbed himself. He fell from the roof, bleeding. I cried hard as I ran to the place he landed.

"NO! SAM!" I yelled, waking up.

My face and body were drenched in sweat. I looked around the empty, dark room. It was midnight. I cried. I sobbed. A nurse came into the room, trying to comfort me, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't get his beautiful face out of my head.

His red hair, oily and messed up. His chocolate eyes, bloodshot from crying. His dirty clothes, hanging loosely from his unhealthily skinny body, due to lack of food. The knife I pulled out of his chest. The blood all over the sidewalk. His beautiful blood-covered face as I ran up to him, hugging his bleeding body.

My Sam.

Luke

It was midnight, and I could feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. I took it out and saw it was from the hospital.

 Why'd they call me? At this time?

"Hello?" I said groggily into the phone.

I could hear soft crying on the other side, someone's voice saying "It's okay. It was just a dream."

"Hello?!" I said louder and worried.

"L-Luke." Someone that sounded like Sara said, their voice faint and fragile.

"Sara?" I asked. "What happened?"

More crying. I couldn't help but walked into Ashton's room and inform him about what was happening. He quickly sat up and listened to the sound of Sara crying.

"Sara, what's wrong?" Ashton asked.

"S-Samuel. H-He's dead. He died. I saw it. I saw him jump." She let out a sob after those words.

"I'm so sorry." Ashton said.

"He committed suicide last year." I whispered to Ashton.

"Oh." He said mournfully. "Sara, it's okay. We'll come and visit you in the morning."

"Okay." She said, her voice cracking.

"Don't worry. We'll talk about it in the morning." I said.

"Sorry for waking you up." She sniffled.

"It's fine." I said, walking back to my room. "Try and get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay." She sighed.

"See you in the morning."

She hung up. I couldn't help but feel a deep hole being dug in my chest.

She was crying for Samuel.