When. (Our Second Life)

Chapter 6

It wasn't Trevor. In fact, it was the last person I would ever want to come in contact with again. Aka my uncle.

Soulless One: (his contact, for that is what he is.)

I'm not coming home for a week. Don't ruin my house or I will beat you within an inch of your life.

xx

What? This is amazing!

I literally jumped up and screamed. I know I'm overreacting, but I was excited for a whole week of being free. Of course I would probably end up spending it all on the internet, but I don't care. I HAD FREEDOM. And that's all I cared about.

Then I remembered. All the pain came flooding back to me. I needed someone to talk to. I hit 'call' on Sam's contact.

The phone rang four times and I thought he wasn't going to pick up, but at the last moment he picked up.

"Hello?" he said in a rough morning voice.

"Hey Sammy.. Oh, did I wake you up?" I realized it was still pretty early. I looked at the clock and it said ten.

"Yeah, it's fine though." He yawned. "Whatdya need, Rosie?" he asked.

"Umm well you know how you told me I could vent to you..." I say, having second thoughts about whether I should tell him or not, and if I do, should I tell him everything or leave parts out?

"Yeah, anytime.. do you need someone to talk to?" he asked, no longer sounding tired but concern drenching his words.

"Yeah," I sigh into the phone and didn't say anything for a while.

"You ok? You can trust me, you know." He told me, and I could hear the sincerity in his voice.

I decided I was going to tell him everything. I didn't care that I only knew him for 2 days, he was already the best friend I ever had. I told him about my parents... How they died when I was 10 in a car crash. I told him about my uncle (however, I did not tell him about the abuse) and how I hated living with him. I told him about my past with guys... How they all treated me like shit. I told him a secret I swore to myself I would never tell anyone... The secret that I used to cut myself; he couldn't see the scars when I was in my bikini because it was on my lower stomach, and my bikini bottoms were high waisted. (Though I haven't touched a blade in 8 months)

Then I told him about Trevor, my mixed feelings on everything.

Throught my vent sesh I could hear Sam sighing on the other end. I hated putting this on him. But I also knew if I didn't get it off my chest soon, I would end up going crazy.

So after I basically poured my life story on him, he started to vent back.

"Wow... Rose, I didn't know. But you're not alone..." He said. I could tell he was stressed out about something.

He told me everything. His dad died in the war when he was 11... his mother turned to alcohol to deal with the pain. She was never there for him. He had to cope with the pain and take care of his two younger siblings, all by himself. Now, since he is 18, his siblings were put into foster homes. He told me he felt like it was all his fault, that he should still be there for them, but that when he found YouTube, he could finally be himself and not have to worry about anything. He was conflicted. He told me how out of all of o2l, he had the least likes, least subscribers/followers on other media as well, and how all the hate really did get to him even when he tried to shrug it off. He put up an indifferent mask, so no one would see the pain. He got the most hate out of all of them. He said he was even considering leaving o2l, and that he just wanted to take a break from life. He also told me about Acacia... Then he told me the last thing I wanted to hear, the thing that even I had to overcome, the thing that made me want to cry, (even though at this point, I already was) and tell him it's ok and that he'd get through this... He cuts himself.