"Happy birthday, Sam!" Robert cheered.
Sam glared over at him slowly. Robert held a plate of cupcakes that looked very similar to the ones on his first day. One of them had a candle on it.
"Fuck off," Sam replied as he rolled over and pulled the blankets closer around him.
"Come on, Sam. The only reason you don't like it here is because you don't want to," Robert explained.
"What, so you want me to get Stockholm Syndrome?" Sam replied.
"I'm not kidnapping you. You're just at at a strange Angel school," Robert explained. Sam ignored him.
"Well anyways. I found out through your dreams that it's your birthday today. I want to be your ally, Sam. We aren't enemies," he continued. "We never were enemies."
"We were already enemies," Sam replied. Robert set the plate down on the desk. "Can I at least talk to Damien today? I won't tell him where I am."
"No, Sam," he replied.
The door shut and clicked as the lock snapped shut.
Sam sat up eventually. He'd been there so long that if it weren't for the calender, he wouldn't have even known how long he'd been there.
Sam realized after a while that Robert wasn't going to come back with cereal. That man made him sick.
Sam grabbed the journal and started drawing again. The journal was a third full of drawings of or related to Damien. Most of them had him broken.
This time he drew himself. He'd caved and wore now a black, button up shirt and black jeans. The drawing looked... broken. It looked emotionless. Sam drew himself but it wasn't him.
He looked into the mirror he'd found on the desk. The person looking back at him wasn't Sam.
It was someone broken.
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Angels
ActionAngels is a completed book that I've been putting a lot of my time into for the last year. The main idea of the book is that it takes place in a world very similqr to ours, but is also inhabited by a race of "Angels" who are extremely hard to tell a...
