Journey | A Sam Pottorff Fanfiction

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

"Kristin. Kriiisstinnn."

I awoke to Sam shaking me and kissing me lightly on the temple of my head. I smiled at his slight gesture and flipped over onto my back.

"Good morning beautiful." Sam said smiling at me.

"Good morning. Your hair looks like a mess, just saying."

He laughed at my stupid joke before replying with "No kidding."

"Come on, let's go downstairs, I think your brother made pancakes."

"Alright. Let me grab my sweatshirt."

I walked down the hallway into Connor and I's room. I reached in my suitcase and pulled out my plain black hood-less sweatshirt, pulled it over my tank top, and threw my long hair into a ponytail.

I found Sam standing in the hallway still in his boxers and t-shirt.

"Not even gonna put shorts on huh?"

He just looked at me and laughed, "I don't think so."

As we walked down the stairs, I heard lots of laughter coming from the kitchen.

As we reached the source of the noise, all I heard was, "Oh look the lovebirds are finally up." From all five of them.

"Shut up guys." Sam blushed a little though. Seeing him blush made me happy because I could tell it made him happy to be with me.

"I will kick your ass if you hurt her Sam," Connor said, "be careful." But Connor had a playful tone in his voice, so Sam laughed at his insult.

"Come over and get your pancakes little lovers."

I walked over to Connor and grabbed my stack of three pancakes, with strawberries and whipped cream.

After I drizzled syrup all over my pancakes, I followed sam over to the couch. I sat down next to him and snuggled my body into his. He was warm and inviting, making me snuggle even tighter.

He set his chin on the top of my head, and then leaned down and kissed it.

"Awe you guys are adorable!" Trevor said excitedly.

"Thanks lil Trevy," Sam said to Trevor in a reluctant tone. "But I don't know what my fans will think."

"What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly worried about his comment.

"It's just, hate can be pretty bad. Girls get jealous. Last time I had a girlfriend it took them 3 months to stop hating so much."

"They're gonna hate me?" I asked.

"Not if I introduce you the right way. Which I will, I promise."

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"Hey what's up you guys it's Sam. So today I want you to meet someone, and I'm scared for you guys to meet her, because last time I had a girlfriend, the hate was really bad. Please guys, she makes me happy and it makes me really sad when you hate on what makes me happy. It really makes me sad when I see people who are supposedly my fans, hate on the girl I like. So if you're truly my fan, you'll accept her. So here she is, Ms. Kristin Franta."

I rolled in on the spinny chair I was sitting in, and waved at the camera.

"Hey guys! I'm Kristin. As you can probably tell, I'm Connors sister." I tried to speak confidently, but I don't know if it worked very well.

"Alright guys, sorry for this short video, but tomorrow we will answer some questions you have for us. So, go now and tweet us some questions to the hashtag #AskSam. That's it guys, I love you all, stay beautiful, bye."

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The next morning:

I stood in Connor and I's bathroom leaning over the sink heaving and crying. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw myself, broken and worthless. I was in a distant place of mind but I still had Connor standing behind me with his hand on my back.

"SAM!" Connor shouted and I heard everyone come into the bathroom at once causing commotion all around me.

"HELP ME GUYS!"

I heard Connor yelling and begging for help. At this point I looked in the mirror and saw him crying as he hugged me from behind.

Everyone was running behind me and freaking out, trying to figure out what to do. I heard lots of yelling, especially from Sam, who was now behind me.

"Kristin. Kristin!"

But my mind was in a different place, somewhere far from here. I wasn't even thinking about the comments people had left me.

Bitch.

Slut.

Whore.

Ugly.

Worthless.

Sam crumpled to the floor behind me, crying and yelling my name.

I felt like I was in a movie scene, the ones where the character is zoned out, and all the sounds are just background noise. I hear them, but they don't mean anything to me.

I look down at the bathroom counter where my fists were pressed onto the counter. I tried opening them, but I had squeezed so hard that my fingernails dug into my skin, and blood was all over.

I heaved, cried, and wheezed my way into my Connor and I's bedroom, I sunk to the floor pressing my bloody hands to my forehead.

Sam's POV

I looked up at the broken figure that stood before me and watched her slowly open her fists and walk back into the bedroom.

All of the guys followed her as she slid down the wall with her hands against her forehead.

As she took he hands off her head I saw it.

There was blood where her hands had been, she had squeezed her fists so hard that she dug into her skin and made them bleed.

She rose calmly and said,

"Where is it?"

But no one answered.

"I said, where is it?!"

And then, Connor knew what she was talking about.

"No kris-"

But she took of into the bathroom again.

"KRIS NOO I SAID NO!"

All the boys came after her, including me, as she threw everything off of the counter until she found what she was looking for, and then it hit me.

A razor.

By this time Connor was crying, and Kristin had already left the bathroom and was now sitting on the floor again, with the blade in hand.

Kristin's POV

I sat on the floor and heaving, as I gripped the cool silver blade in my right hand and slowly dragged it across my wrist. The deep red blood came out of the wound, and I cut some more. No or said anything, did anything, they all just sat and watched.

All of them were crying, even Connor.

Is this even reality?