The Sad and Boring Life of Samantha Weasly

Chapter 2 - One Way Ticket to Hell

It was the period just before lunch, and Sam could feel herself falling apart. Her eyes couldn't focus on the page in front of her, her head ached, and it almost felt like her heart was breaking inside her chest. Her brain felt like static and her eyes couldn't help but water every five seconds. No, she hadn't just yawned, like she told everyone that noticed.

The bell rang and Sam was the first out of the room, immediately shoving her earbuds into her ears to try and self medicate with a dose of depressing music. She could almost feel the dark cloud looming over her, making her shoulders heavy and her vision hazy. Maybe for lunch she would skip the humiliation of sitting in the lunch room alone, pretending to be focused on homework, and just escape for at least thirty minutes.

Her plan was to leave out the front door, because why not at this point, and walk, somewhere, for the thirty minutes she had for lunch. Where she would walk, Sam wouldn't know considering the school campus was huge and there was nothing around except farm land for miles. Too bad they wasted the building on a school and not a prison, escape would be impossible from here.

But Sam was sick of thinking so much, and trying to stay out of trouble. At this point, she honestly couldn't care less. The crowds of students shoving their ways through the hallway became out of focus as Sam worked her way to the front door. She wasn't sure if she was just allowed to leave, but what the hell.

She pushed open the doors and walked out, looking around for any security guards that might proceed to tackle her for breathing outside air. No one seemed to notice Sam leaving, and that didn't shock her.

It was a cold, crisp, autumn day outside. It didn't help that it was relatively early in the morning, making the air even colder. Sam could feel her nose begin to run and turn red. People used to make fun of her for it, calling her Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, but that was more because of the huge zit that would always seem to form on the tip of her nose and less because of her nose reacting to the cold weather.

The parking lot was filled with students cars with their little stickers of approval saying they paid the twenty five dollars to be able to park here, otherwise the school would tow them. Good thing everyone pays taxes in order to pay even more money for parking. It was bullshit. The school had enough money to sink into unnecessary million dollar gyms and auditoriums but god forbid they put any of that money toward teachers or helping out students. The only teacher that benefitted from that money was the principal, with his sports car and fancy hundred dollar suits.

Sam put her hands in her coat pockets, she could see her breath condensing in the air in front of her. Winter is coming, she thought, but not soon enough.

It was silent outside, as if life itself stopped once you left school. The click of Sam's converse on the pavement was the only thing to be heard in the full, yet empty, parking lot. She wasn't sure where she was going or what she planned on doing, so she just let her feet guide her.

Sam could feel her world crashing down on her, her thoughts were an ocean and she was the rocky shore. It's crazy how she could go from being fine one minute to drowning the next. She accepted this as her life a long time ago and honestly didn't remember the last time she was happy.

After about five minutes of walking, Sam had reached one of the outskirts of the school campus. There was an old dingy railroad running parallel to it that Sam had never actually noticed before. She silently thanked her feet for guiding her here.

Sam took a couple paces forward and sat down on the chilled steel rails, her back toward the school. The last thing she wanted to do was look at that hell for any more than she had to. In this moment all Sam wanted to do was self destruct; she wanted to drink herself dead, blacken her lungs with the tar of cigarettes, and play tic tac toe on her wrists. But she could do none of those things here, only watch her breath in the cold and look at the trees shifting in the wind.

It was a constant war inside Sam's head, one side telling her fuck it and blow caution to the wind, the other reminding her of all the consequences and wanting her to shove everything deep down inside her so no one could see. She was so fucking sick of listening to these sides bicker, and honestly she was never sure which one she agreed with. Sam could feel everything bubbling up inside and she couldn't help but tear up. She hung her head in her hands and let herself cry for once, where no one could see her.

Moments later, the sound of a train blasting its horn sounded. The headlights blinded Sam as she looked up to her left to see a train chugging down the tracks, headed right for her. Even though staying on the rails meant imminent death, Sam couldn't seem to summon the energy to move herself. Her face fell emotionless as the last of her tears trailed down her cheeks. She stood up on the rails, arms outstretched to her sides and her eyes closed. This was inevitable for Sam, it was really just a countdown until the day she would end her life but now life seemed to just thrust the opportunity at her, so why waste it. 

The brakes on the train viciously worked, Sam could hear the awful scratching noise as well as the train honking aggressively. Sam stood her ground, feeling herself finally at peace after a life of misery and battles. In this moment, Sam more than accepted her death, she welcomed it with literal open arms. Any moment now, the train was getting closer and closer.

The last thing Sam saw were the white headlights burning into her eyes.

Then she felt someone push her out of the way.