A Darker Love

Prolouge

My name is Samantha, Samantha Hayes. Known as Sam, sometimes as Sammy and only Patient 114 on paper and I was born on the 5th of September, 1997. My father's name is Christian Hayes, otherwise none as Chris and he works as a Geography teacher at my high school, Stonewell High. My mothers name was Elizabeth Hayes and she worked as a sales consultant. She was only 37 when she died. I was only twelve when it happed, and I thought she was okay... Dad did too but now that I think back and remember her I don't think she was ever okay. Away with the fairies, like Grandpa use to say. I think Dad blamed himself for a long time after that, he never really use to talk about about her so when we did talk he said it like it's a fairytale, softly and carefully.

I'm so sorry if this is dragging you down, I know it use to bring Kayla down and she was the happiest person I knew. Kayla was one of my best friend and she always use to bring my mood up when I was feeling down with a simple text or buying me a Gregs, just like my other best friend Isaac. Sometimes Isaac hints that he wants to be more than friends but I just laughed it off, I wasn't ready for that kind of thing and I just really needed friends then. School was okay I guess, if you called constantly being teased because my Dad works there okay. Isaac use to threaten to beat them up and they usually stopped because hes on the football team so he was pretty popular. He has a lot of friends because of it and I kind of understood because he was one of the best players in the whole team. Kayla was kind popular too, she would talk to anyone and I mean anyone. She was so cheery all the time and had this happy-go-lucky attitude to everything so she normally use to drag me on rides if went to theme parks or get really excited about school projects that should be boring. I use to envy her so much sometimes because I was totally different from the two, I was too awkward to talk to people so I didn't really have any other friends. If Kayla or Isaac weren't in one of my classes I usually just sat in the corner by myself and didn't talk to anyone, I was just weird like that.

I also had depression at that time and I still do, but it comes and goes so I can normally just kind of deal with it. I use to go to a psychiatrist a lot but it didn't really help me, the medication he gave me use to help me go to sleep but the others I wasn't sure about. Dr.Cawfield was his name and I just got a weird feeling from him, his blonde hair and light blue eyes made him look a bit like my old Barbie doll Ken so was hard to talk to. He use to ask how I'm doing and how my day when but it was like he didn't actually want to hear about it. It was different from talking to Kayla and Isaac, he was more plastic and frigid sitting in his leather chair with a clipboard in his hands.

I wasn't good at talking to people, as I've said, the only people I could actually be myself around were Kayla, Isaac and Dad so what was it about this stranger that made me want to talk to him? Something drew me in, whether it was his dark brown almost black hair, leather jacket or piercing bye eyes I couldn't tell but all I knew was I wanted to know him...