Sam and I

Chapter one

"Stop! She is not your punching bag!" Sam yelled as I was getting jumped on my way home from school.

"Sam, they can not hear you." I whimpered.

"Oh, she is talking to her imaginary friend again," Damon chuckled as he kicked my rib cage and left with his friends.

"I am sorry, I wish I could help like I used to," Sam says as he looks down to the ground.

"It's fine. I wish they knew that you were real."

"It's been years since I have been able to stop them."

I get home then run to my bedroom, I get out my first-aid kit. Sadly, getting beat up is normal for me. Damon got steel toe boots, therefore, I am severely bruised now. I cry as I clean up my bruises and scrapes. Sam wraps his arm around me.

"I know it has been, I am 16 now though. I should be able to stop them myself." I tell him as I place my hand on his knee.

"JULIANI!" My mother yells as she walks into the house.

"She is never this early!" I whisper yell at Sam.

"I know!" Sam responds.

"Coming!" I softly yell as I run down stairs with Sam a few steps behind.

"What happened baby?" She asks dropping her stuff and hugs me.

"I don't want to talk about it." I lie.

"I am going to call the school!" She tells me taking out her phone.

"NO! His whole gang will come after me!" I tell her.

"Gang?"

"He doesn't like me so, his whole gang hates me and if I cause him to get in trouble, I get in even more trouble."

"Why doesn't he like you? Are you part of a gang?"

"No, he just hates me because I am uh... strange."

"How is that?"

"I still have Sam...."

"Baby, this is not healthy."

"He is here, you just can't see him like I can."

"He is in heaven, we have talked about this."

"Mom, I told you he isn't in heaven yet."

"I am making an appointment for you to see your shrink."

I just run up to my room not saying another word, my whole life has been therapy, mental hospitals, and more therapy.

"I am not crazy, " I tell Sam.

"Eh, you are crazy in a good way.," He responds with a smirk.

I chuckle and then give him a hug.

"Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if you were still alive."

"Well, you certainly wouldn't be labeled as crazy, I would have graduated high school and be in college."

I lean on his shoulder and realize he is my only friend, but I wanted him to go.

"Sounds like an amazing experience," I tell him softly.

"Juli, what are you thinking?"

"If you weren't dead would we still be friends?"

"Um... We were friends before I died. "

"I meant like would we be this close."

"I don't know, well when I was alive our parents always joked one day we would get married. So, I'd say we might be pretty dang close."

"Well, you are my best friend/older brother thing now."

"Thing?"

I nod and chuckle.

"Well, I love being your thing then."

"Do you really think we would be dating?"

"Maybe, you aren't hideous and you're a really good person. Even though you are slightly crazy, but to be honest I enjoy being your big brother figure and I don't want it any other way."

He kisses my forehead as I shut my eyes and just imagine what things would be like if I had I tight enough grip. Why couldn't I have just had a better grip?