One Life

Chapter Thirteen

"C'mon, Sammy." I teased, yanking at her arm. "We're gonna go trick or treating later..."

She hadn't been out of bed since the incident, except to pee. I can't imagine losing someone I liked, or was dating. To lose them to fame is one thing because they're still breathing... But to lose them to death wise? That's terrible. I can barely last 3days without the guy I like, let alone forever.

She wouldn't eat. She'd cried so much, that I was surprised when tears could still utter out. Eyes puffy from sleepless nights, and sobbing.

Samantha had this separation anxiety with me. She prohibited me to leave because she was scared. I can't go anywhere without her, and she wasn't going anywhere without me.

Since she refused to see the sky, quote unquote because it reminded her of happiness that she could never have again; we stayed inside for 3days straight. Before I knew it, it was Halloween morning.

She was right. Bad things happen to good people. Forget my rainbow, I wanted her to be happy.

"No." She said, lower than a whisper.

I was fully dressed, forced to wear her clothes due to my lack of preparation. Then again, I never thought in a million years this would have happened. Especially not to a girl as innocent as Samantha.

"Then I'm leaving," I said, getting up.

She grabbed my wrist, and looked at me like I was about to murder her.

No... murder wasn't a good comparison at this time. Let's just say, she looked horrified.

"Don't leave me," she said, tears starting to fall again. I think she was only scared of being alone. Paranoia...

"Then come along. You'll have plenty of fun. The guys will be there to comfort you."

That was all I had to say for Samantha to slowly roll out of bed to go take a shower.

When she did shower, I think I smiled for the first time, because she now looked decent. Bored expression, but decent.

She made an effort to pull her damp fire red hair into a slick high ponytail, that fell into one long ringlet. If you asked me, it looked at tad burgundy from her shower. Anywho, it was nice seeing her in a sundress, rather than an over sized t-shirt to sulk in. Her cardigan matched her shoes, and she smelt good. Not that she smelled before... She just hadn't smelt the best before. Now she was hug worthy.

Being the responsible one of us two, I packed her costume, charger, phone, and so on.

When we stepped outside, we were like a two blind people seeing the world for the first time. To by comers we probably looked like we were on drugs. Shielding our eyes from the dull sun like vampires.

Samantha was in no condition to drive her car, and I didn't particularly like driving, and there was a 99.8% chance of no parking by the hotel, so we took a cab. Easy A.

So, while in the cab, we'd come across a yellow tape scene, near the hotel, Samantha kept her head down, occupying her self with her fingers, as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world. I didn't pity her, because for one, I hated to be pitied myself, but I did want to comfort her, which would've helped.

"Thank you, sir."

"No problem," the driver smiled as I handed him money, with his Spanish accent, and thick grey mustache.

Samantha moved slower than a grandma, with a blank expression.

I pulled her along, almost in a rushing manner.