Sammy and Mike

Mom...

there is death in this chapter just warning you... Also, Trigger warning!!!

A couple months later

*Sammy's POV*

I was reading when I got the call. It had been a good day, we had watched movies in the morning, then I had talked to my mom on the phone for a while. After that, we had gone to dinner at this cozy little Thai place down the street. Now we were at home, Mike was in the bedroom, catching up on some work, I was in the living room reading. I glanced at my phone and saw the caller ID. It was my dad. "Dad?" I asked, picking up the phone. I heard him sobbing over the phone. "Sammy," he whispered, "Your mom.." He didn't say anything else. He didn't have to.

"No, I just talked to her today." I gasped, falling on the ground.

My dad, just sobbed. I heard a click as he hung up. I was in shock for a few seconds. Then I let out a bloodcurdling scream. Mike ran into the room, his face white. "Sammy." he gasped, "I thought you were..." he trailed off as I looked at him and he saw my tear streaked face. "oh no, baby, what happened?"

"My - my mom." I managed. Without saying anything else, Mike came over and picked me up, sitting down on the couch, holding me tight against his chest as I sobbed. Mike didn't say anything, he just pulled me closer to him and let my tears fall, drowning out everything else. 

A couple days later

*Sammy's POV*

Mike isn't home. He had to go into the office today. He will only be gone for a half hour, so I need to act fast. I run into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. My tears fall thick and fast as I manage to pop a blade out of my razor. I need to distract myself. I pull the razor along my arm, leaving a deep cut. It felt right. Like I deserved it. I do it again and again. I am turning to my legs when I hear Mike banging on the door. "Sammy!" he is screaming, "Sammy open the door!" I freeze, he can't see me like this. I wet a paper towel and begin to wipe the floor, scrubbing at the blood. I hear Mike outside the door, it sounds like he's picking the lock. I have to move fast. But I'm getting so dizzy. I drop the towel, just as Mike succeeds in opening the door.

*Mike's POV*

I knew something was wrong the minute I got home. I ran all over the house looking for Sammy, I heard loud sobbing from the bathroom, and I tried the door, but it was locked. I finally succeeded to getting the door open and I'm greeted with Sammy laying on the floor, sobbing, with blood spots all around her. I run to her, taking her in my arms and holding her tight. I hear her sobbing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm a mess, you don't need this." I ignore all her comments and I just hold her tight to me. Eventually, I pick her up and put her in the tub, washing off every cut on her arm. I dry her off, and get Neosporin and bandaids. Once Sammy is patched up, I get her a pair of Pj's and let her change in private. Sammy comes out of the bathroom, looking ashamed. "If you want to leave, that's ok." she starts, I turn to her, hardly believing what I'm hearing. "I understand that you can't take me right now. I'm a goddamn mess, I really am." I run over to her and give her a tight hug. I tilt her tear stained, beautiful face towards me. "Sammy, I love you with all my heart. I will never, ever, leave you. And that's a promise. I love you Sammy, forever and always." Sammy breaks down again, and I guide her over to the bed. making sure she's comfortable, I lay down next to her and hold her close. We fall asleep in each others arms.

The funeral

*Sammy's POV*

I was numb throughout the whole service. I can only remember bits and pieces. I still remember my father burying my mother, his wife. I still remember my brothers and I all taking shovels and burying our mother. I still remember falling into Sophie, Rocco, and Mike and sobbing like a little girl. I remember going home and Sophie and Rocco staying the night. I remember sitting on the couch with Mike's arms around me, clinging to him like a lifeline, listening to the others muffled conversations. I remember waking up the next morning with tears in my eyes. and I remember Mike holding me as I sobbed, and he kept saying that I could grieve for as long as I needed and he would always be here.

Sorry... Pls don't hate me?

Sincerely,

Me