Song of the Chapter: Broken - Lund "And as the dark storm clouds start rolling in, and I'm suffocated once again by the feeling of destruction and rejection."
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SAM DIDN'T SLEEP ALL LAST NIGHT, NOT ONE BIT. Instead he was carried roughly by the guards last night by the arms, and dragged away like a rag doll across the Castle and into somewhere unfamiliar.
"Put me down! Louis! L-Louis!" Sam yelled for his friend, feeling his anxiety ready to burst out from the dam he kept built all this time.
Sam didn't know what was going on, one minute he was in a court room besides his omega friend and the next he was taken away once the king gave an order. From there, all he saw were flashes of white gloves snatching him up and out.
He also saw Louis screaming something to him, but he didn't hear what. Sam didn't hear anything, actually.
"Pl-please! I can't b-b-breathe," Sam sobbed, not being able to walk, forced, and handle the spinning of his head at the same time. He just needed to stop. He needed it to stop.
But it never stops. The panic. The weakness. It makes Sam feel useless, it makes him feel like he wasn't supposed to be here, that he was just a birth defect. It was just that, Sam felt scared all the damn time. His fear would consume him, it defines him.
Every action Sam does, every thought he thinks, he leaves it all to his discomposure to control how he's going to react towards them. Every second of every day, he feels some sort of bomb ticking in his head, waiting for the worst to happen.
Sam can never be truly happy. It doesn't work for him like that. As soon as something goes right, he waits for something to go wrong. Because the feeling of happiness never settles in with him, nor does the feeling of content.
You could dig deeper, and figure out why Sam is scared, why Sam is always worried. The image of being tossed out like the rinds of fruit once his sweetness has been used up, is terrifying to the alpha. Being shunned and rejected is something Sam never wants to go through.
Again.
Again, another word that could be one of the most ugliest, depending on you. Meaning what happened before, which is the probability of the worst, comes back and you face the same traumatic experience. Sam hates the word again.
