Every Street

Chapter 20

Lexie's POV:

I shakily put the letter down and wiped the sweat from my face. I slowly turned around and tried to stabily walk towards the window. As I did I saw the rope and I put my hand on it. I leaned out the window and looked down to see the One and Only Samuel John Pottorff hung by his throat- dangling in the air like a toy. My eyes clogged with tears as I looked up into the clear sky and clenched my fist. I stared up at the bright blue sky and clear white clouds sprinkled randomly throughtout it. “FUCK YOU!!!!! I HATE YOU!! YOU TAKE AWAY MY DIGNITY AND NOW YOU TAKE AWAY SAM!!! FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU SO MUCH, JUST DIE!!!!!” I slammed my hands against the windowsill and cried into my arms. After a few seconds I angrily turned around and glared harshly at a full bottle of whiskey near my closet. I ran over to it and picked it up, “It was all you guys, fuck you guys, fuck you all.” I went back over to the window and stared to the pavement next to the horrid scene. I roughly threw the bottle to the ground. A loud ear-screeching sound was heard and whiskey splashed everywhere, spreading to Sam’s arms. I repeated this unti lthere were no more bottles of liquor left in my room. I next threw packs upon packs of cigarettes down, them lying everywhere and all over the place. I then picked up a plastic bag at a time filled with drugs, my love of a past life and threw them out the window. When there was no more killers in my room I sat down against the wall by the window. I slammed my head against it and my life flashed in front of me. And then all I saw was an obnoxiously red light in front of me and it mirrored my face. I screamed, the image of Sam’s dead body flashed before my eyes. I screamed and tried to get up and run from the image but I was trapped.

Lexie’s POV:

I screamed waking myself, I was still in the chair, I had been sleeping, I never woke up. I was sweating and panting roughly, thank God it was just a nightmare. I stood up and rubbed my eyes until they adjusted. In front of me was Kian with tears and puffy eyes, he had his arms out for me. I looked behind him in the window to the side of the house, there were cops. My eyes looked up, Kian was already staring at me. “Lexie I’m so sorry.” He tried to hug me but I pushed him away, “Get the fick off of me!” I ran upstairs and sure enough a rope hug from my window. And yes a note was tapped above my dresser. I whispered to myself hoping I was still having a horrible nightmare, “What the hell is going on.” I felt tears come to my eyes and I looked up to the ceiling as I tried to hold them back. I ran back downstairs and outside- to the side of the house. The street was crowded with cops moving neighbors away. I crept towards the side, I turned the corner. What I saw that day, terrifified me. It was a sight I never wanted to see in my life, even if this was… just a nightmare. I walked over to Sam, hanging by a rope, haning dead. The cops let me touch his hand. It was freezing cold and his neck and face was blue, but that wasn’t all that scared me. He not only didn’t look like the Sam I knew, but he didn’t feel like the Sam I knew, he was different. Kian came up to me and put his arm around me. I held Sam’s hand in my left and Kian took my right hand in his. I looked up at Sam’s face. Although I knew it wasn’t possible, I still felt like he was looking down at me. From wherever he was, I knew that he’d still be watching me, keeping me safe. Just like a guardian angel would do… My Guardian Angel.

After Sam killed himself, Kian kept going to parties and he soon started getting into some really bad stuff. Connor never did come back, not even to read Sam’s letter. And I haven’t listened to Sam, but who am I kidding? It’s only been six months since Sam passed. Which means I have the rest of my life to steer my car around and change my life… just like Sam said.