Five days until the party.
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Nightmares.
Nightmares.
Nightmares.
Why always the nightmares?
Sam slammed his hand on the door, trying to get anyone's attention.
"Please, let me out!" he screamed, tears running freely to his chin. He banged on the door some more until he finnialy gave up, curling up in a ball on the floor.
I watched him, not saying anything.
After a while he got up and walked to his plushies.
"These are my friends..."
"Right?"
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Most Prized Possession (On-Hold)
FanfictionSam only had one thing to comfort him from his older brother. His golden stuffed bear. He kept it on his bed, he'd talk to it. It was always home... And no one believed him when he said the bear talked to him. He was the only comfort Sam had. It was...
