Samantha Emerson | The Lost Boys

Shut Up Paul

Chapter 16

Sam’s Pov

Jumping up, I covered my hand with my mouth to keep a scream from bubbling over.  Shaking frantically, I began to pace back and forth.  This is all a lie, right?  This can’t be true, this can’t be true!  Wake up Sammy; this is all a dream, wake up!  Everything was spinning; this has to be a dream!  There is no way that that could have happened, right?  I was surrounded by four supposed to be killers, a little kid, and the two people I’ve trusted through this.  Blinking frantically, the scene didn’t change.  More like everyone looked to me like I was insane.  The one with the crazy blonde hair looked like he was going to crack up.  Come on, wake up Sam!  Wake up Sammy, this is all a dream, this isn’t fair, wake up!

“Chill out girl.” The crazy blonde laughed.  Chill out?  Are you kidding me?!?  What the heck are you smoking to be so giddy; because I’m in need of some of it!  A moment later he was jabbed in the gut by the dark haired one.  “What the hell was that for?”

“Paul, you need to shut up, now.”  He only shrugged his shoulders and plopped down on one of the couches. 

“Sam.” Marko whispered.  Looking down there was worry in his eyes.  “We’re really here.” I sighed and turned around, continuing this little stroll of three feet back and forth.  Minutes passed by in a blur; nothing made sense anymore.  No one made a sound, but I could feel all eyes on me.    One pair in particular; I couldn’t look at him, or anyone for that matter.  I could hear my frantic breathing, and that was the only thing to keep me relevant.  This has to be a dream, right?  I just has to be!  If not, why can’t I remember any of this!?!  Answer me that will you?!  Why can’t I just be swallowed into the darkness now?  Anything is better than the antagonizing stares of everyone.  Out of the blue came that voice again, that oh-so annoying voice that told me to ‘chill out’, that Paul.

“Tick tock, are you going to say something girl, or are you just going to keep pacing?” he asked cheerfully.  I don’t see why he’s so happy!  “You’re giving me a headache!” he faked sighed and leaned his head against the bleached blonde with the antagonizing stare.

“Paul, you need to shut up.”  The blonde said, disposing his third cigarette, and slightly pushing Paul away.

“Why David?  All that she’s gonna do is mope around until someone knocks some sense into her!” he whined.  Soon Edgar and Alan got into it, making snarky remarks Paul’s way, and quickly there was uproar, adding plenty of noise to the silence.  They all made their way into a little circle of little arguments.  Finally all the weight of their stares was taken off of my shoulders, well, for the exception of one pair.  Pinching the bridge of my nose and closing my eyes, I sighed.  Hearing someone stand, I stopped pacing.  In an instant I was engulfed in a hug.  Popping my eyes open, all I could see where colorful patches and curly hair.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.  “This is my fault Sam.”  I tried to pull back to see him, but instead ended up closer to him, and just as if nothing happened, I was back in his arms, sitting on the couch.  How this happened, I really don’t know, and at the moment I really don’t care to find out.  Turning back to the group of arguing boys, they were completely oblivious to everything around them.