Season of SAM

best friend.

I always see those cold blue eyes. Following me everywhere I went. I kept running from them.

Where I was? I didn't know. Who was chasing me? I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I wanted to get away from them as fast as I could. But it seemed like the further I ran, the closer they got.

Just like the poor dumb white girls in the horror movies, I tripped on God knows what and fell flat on my face. I started to panic and crawl as fast as my weak and tired arms and legs would take me. Suddenly, I was turned on my back with a lot of force. I winced at the pain that began to form. But no pain could compare to the pain and terror I felt as the man with the cold blue eyes stared at me, and if looks could kill, I'd surely be dead.

He inched his face closer to mine and I swear I could feel his eyes piercing my soul. I shut mine closed and screamed.

"No! Stop! Please leave me alone! Stop!"

"Samantha.."

I could hear him calling my name.

"Sam...Sam..Sam!"

I shot up from my bed in a cold sweat. My chest heaving up and down from the racing of my heart.

"Sam what's wrong?" I heard my new male companion David ask me. I was relieved that it was only him. That dream always seems to feel more real each time I have it.

We've been seeing each other for about two weeks now. Tonight is the first time I let him spend the night and I could see why he was looking at me like I was crazy.

Let's just say the men I've dated didn't really believe me when I said I came with a lot of baggage. My night terrors being one of the deal breakers. So, once they saw how much of a "nutcase" I was, they ran. Not that it bothered me much.

I enjoyed the company and not having to be lonely with no sex involved. I knew that there was no one out there who could handle me or deal with the pain I have. Or at least no one that would try to at least understand why I'm the way I am.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that," he continued to give me "that look." Confusion and fear.

"What time is it?"

"A-a quarter to 6. Look, I-I'm gonna get ready to go," he eased out of the bed, quickly grabbed his clothes then headed out my bedroom door.

"It was fun! Call me!" I yelled to him. The only thing I heard was my apartment door opening and closing. Well, so much for David.

Knowing I had to get ready for work in a hour, it made no sense for me to go back to sleep so I dragged my tired body out the bed and into the bathroom for a nice long shower.

It was my turn to drive me and my best and only friend Lauren to work and I was so happy today was Friday. I definitely needed the weekend off to relax.

"Sam what's wrong?"

"Nothing girl I'm good, why you ask?"

Although I kept my eyes on the road, I knew and could feel Lauren staring a hole into my face.

"Another runner?" I gave her a quick look and she already knew what it was.

"Are you serious?" she sounded really disappointed, "I had a feeling that bitch ass nigga was gonna do that," she then punched the glove compartment.

"Aye bitch! Don't be hitting my shit like that! And yes he did but you know what? I'm not stressed about it at all. It's fine babe. I'm good," I grabbed her leg that was shaking uncontrollably, trying to reassure and calm her down.