Samantha

Chapter Nine

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe how I let that happen. I made sure to be ready before the party by taking another dosage. A whole dosage added to the other one in one day. It should've prevented that.

I couldn't believe I just had a withdrawal attack in front of the doctors and…Jack. The one I was supposed to impress. That only lead to one thing; he knew. If he didn't then he now knows. He knows and god knows what will happen next. What will I do and how will I be able to face him. What if he told the police and I went to jail? What if my friends knew ? What if Ellie knew ?

And he just left. Without a single word. He went away, afraid of the disgusting ghost I'm turning into. He has every right to, but I have the right to be comforted as well. To be taken care of and to feel loved. The only one time I really wanted someone to love me and found hope in that flew out of the window, with no chance of coming back. What kind of idiot would want anything to do with a dug freak!

But the, his eyes. They didn't look  hard or disgusted. They looked sad. There was something else but I couldn't see it. I couldn't see through the sadness that filled his eyes. Remembering that gave me some hope that didn't last when I thought about him being sad because he won't be around me anymore.

For some reason, I was afraid of losing the loving Jack more than him telling the police about me.

I tried everything in my power to think of something else, anything. Anything that could wipe just a bit of the doomed memory. Nothing helped, if anything, more thoughts made it all more complicated for me.  

A soft knock on the door made me jump from my place. The sudden voice made my heart pound faster inside my ribcage, and it totally stopped my running thoughts. I reached for the edge of the bed I was in and hesitated, having a debate with my mind whether to go or not.

The knock continued and I soon was on my feet, heavily creeping my feet on the tiles for support.

"Who's there?", I said once I reached the front door.

"It's me, Nina". My breathing got even as I opened the door for my friend to come in. There was no time for talking or greeting or anything because once she was inside, she was suffocating me with her hug.

My arms were slumped to my sides, not knowing what to do. After few seconds, I tried hugging her back, only to feel my shoulder getting wet. Out of instinct, I broke us apart and looked at her wet face and smeared mascara.

Nina suddenly started furiously cleaning her face with her sleeves that turned grey from all the mascara. I frowned at the sight in front of me and the once even breath I was having now totally got caged in my lunges.

"W-what's wrong?"

Nina looked up at me, she was clearly trying to pull herself together. She used her sleeves one more time to clean her face before she pulled a forced, felled smile that was nowhere near the real ones.

"Nothing- I was just worried about you", she said as she turned away from me. My heart swelled at how sad and sorrowful she was. I followed her until we stopped in the living room and she took a seat.

Nina sighed loudly, running her hand over her smeared face and then back in her lap. "Jack called me. He told me you needed someone with you and that you were just released from the hospital"

I was no on the verge of screaming at the top of my lunges. The air that was caught in them was now free to go and another handful of oxygen caught back there.

Nina's voice was so clouded with her tears and I wasn't able to know if he really told Nina as well or not. Might as well for her to tell Ellie and then her world would come crashing down on her.

"How are you feeling now ? what actually happened that lead you to the hospital, Sam?"

She didn't know. That was a relief. Jack wasn't mad nor planning on going away. That was another one.    

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Unknown POV :

Slowly and quietly, this is how my pace was into the house. Unlike my heart beating. I didn't want to get caught by her. I didn't want to be on her bad side, nor for her to hate me more. On the other hand, I had to do that or else, James would gladly find a way to ruin my whole life if I disobeyed him. 

The last thing I was thinking about was hurting Samantha. I scoffed at that, knowing that I'd be the one hurt and not her. In anyway, she might be a girl but she is definitely stronger....tougher than me. 

I closed the window after I hopped inside, noticing how sweaty my palms got. No matter how many times I did that, I'm still nervous as ever. I looked back at the window and mentally put a reminder for myself not to close it, so I quickly opened it briefly. I wanted her to know, not see. I wanted her to know that James was still doing his dirty games, but I didn't want her to see me doing what he wanted. Thinking deeply, I'm sure Samantha would know something or even get a hint when she sees this window always opened when it shouldn't be at all. 

Tip toeing, I reached for the room door and surprisingly, the house was so quite, almost deserted. That wasn't new but at least I used to hear signs of her being home. 

I opened the door and crept outside, but not before checking if everything is clear. I couldn't help but feel some curiosity building inside of me, telling me to look for her. Half of me wanted to do that but the other half was more scared to get caught than anything else. 

I closed the door slowly and carefully behind me and walked in the dark corridor and then to the hallway, yet no sound was heard. I didn't even reach the end of the living room when I spin around and went looking somewhere else. My heart pounding into my ribcage when I found many other rooms empty, with her presence no where to be found.

At the end, I was in this room that had so much things I could tell by this was Samantha's. The smell of cocaine and barbiturate made my nostrils flare. For the hundreth time, she wasn't here. 

I sighed and looked around me, taking everything in the room in. It wasn't a normal girl's room whatsover; she wasn't normal after all. I didn't know if I should be pitying her for involving in such a live in this young age or not. I'm nt even any better than her if not worse. But I'm not that young, just new.

If I was going to pity on her then I probably should be pitying myself too. I'm in the same position except the age diffrence that shouldn't really matter. We both were in the same shit. 

Thinking about that made me realize what I was doing was the right thing. I needed hr to know she was, and is in danger. She needs to know that James' plane to get to her failed but the next time, it won't. It won't miss like it did this time.

It has been an hour since I came here. I didn't know why I didn't leave yet, moreoever, I didn't know what I was actually doing. Once I knew Samantha wasn't home, I kept roaming the whole place, maybe hoping for her to appear and not in the same time. 

I stood up from where I was sitting and went to the front door. Looking at it, I noticed how damaged it's. The paint was half torn out but the broken handle I broke last time I used this door was fixed and good. I used it to open the door ajar and walk outside. I didn't even care to look around me to check if anyone saw me or not. 

I ran into the yellow garden, that was once green and lively, and reached for my jacket. I picked it up and wore it down and just went away, with my hands in my pocket, silently praying for Samantha to be always okay. 

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