Hey, it's been a month since I updated. Sorry for that. But I have something important to tell you. I'm gonna try this new thing where I set a goal and you get the next update when I reach the goal for that chapter.
So the first goal is :
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I'll update the next chapter when I get it. Slow and steady wins the race right? That's it for now. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Sam's POV:
Credit cards? Check!
Money? Check!
License? Check!
I closed my purse and placed it carefully along with the clothes inside my not-so big black bag. It still felt empty. Definitely didn't look like a girl's bag. But what am I supposed to do? We're not allowed to take anything other than 'things that our lives absolutely depended on.' Blake's words, not mine.
Now where did I keep my makeup? Okay, they are not life necessities. But a thing or two is not going to kill anyone is it? Who knows? It can even save somebody's!
I opened the drawer of the dresser and bent down to look at the contents. I picked up a few things that I might need.
"Sam." I heard Catherine's soft voice. My back straightened and I stood up. The pain in her voice showed me how sorry she was. But how many times do I have to go through all of this?
I always lost everybody I loved, my mom, dad and granny. And now she too is trying to get away from me. If that's what's going to happen, why do I have to even get close to them? Everything would have been better if I had no one. No love meant no pain.
"Sam?" She called me again as she entered the room and closed the door behind. I turned my back to her and continued to pack.
"Are you still angry?"
"Don't speak. Don't speak. You need to do this." I closed my eyes and muttered to myself. I could hear the sound of her footsteps nearing me. I closed the zipper of the bag and threw it over my shoulder. I rushed to the door but she caught my arm.
"Please, listen to me!" She weeped.
"I don't want to listen to anything!" I pulled my arm away from her grip and stormed out the room. I knew that it was harsh, but she needed to know the pain her actions caused me everytime.
"I said I'm sorry!" She followed me out the door.
I halted and turned on my heels to face her. "Sorry? You're sorry?" I laughed hysterically. She stared at me with confusion. I crossed my arms against my chest. "Sorry for what Catherine? For being selfish? For not thinking about how I'll feel? Or for trying to hurt yourself?"
Her eyes fell to the ground. I knew the power of my words, especially on her. But I couldn't control it.
"I'm sorry." A tear fell down her eyes.
"Your sorry wouldn't have saved you from your death!" The words came out like venom from a snake.
"I didn't mean to kill myself. I swear." She shook her head. "Believe me."
"Ooh really?" I pulled her left wrist and she stumbled forward. I pulled the long sleeve of her dress, up her arm and pointed at the dark mark on it. "Then what is this?"
She looked away. I pulled the top of her shirt down her right shoulder. The marks on the shoulder and collarbone had turned thick and black. But the memory of the blood that gushed out the wound remained fresh in my mind. "What do all these tell me? That I can trust you?"
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