Amnesia

Chapter 3

Warning, this chapter may be triggering as it involves drug and alcohol use, and some unhealthy behaviour.

Also, a reminder that this is a work of fiction.

Anyway, thank you for keeping up to this point and I hope you enjoy this next chapter. Sorry it's so short but this was the only way to make the next part make sense.

Chapter 3

When he pulled back into the driveway of the Trap House, Sam didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed that he was the only one there. It's probably for the best, he thought, getting out of his car and grabbing the shopping bag from the backseat.

He bypassed the other parts of the house entirely and went back to his room, locking the door behind him.

He set the bag on the bed, and then thought better of it, putting it on the top shelf of his closet.

"Why did I even buy that?" Sam muttered to himself shaking his head in disappointment at his own acts of desperation.

You're better than this Sam he told himself, but then of course, if he was so much better then why had he bought it in the first place?

Trying to shake the thoughts out of his head, Sam decided he should probably film a video, more like film the video telling everyone that he and Kat being over was actually true.

He decided that for this video, it was probably best if he didn't try to do anything fancy and just film it on his chair.

Unplugging the camera from its charger on the far side of the room, Sam turned the camera so that it was facing him and started the video.

"Hey guys, it's Sam. Sorry if I don't sound like my usual self, but there have been some major changes in my life that I want to share with you guys. Two days ago, Kat and I broke up." Sam paused, that sounded so final, like giving up and giving in.

He cleared his throat and tried again. "Kat and I broke up and, um, I'm not doing so great. So I might not be posting a lot in the next couple of weeks. But since you guys are like my family, I'd figured I'd want to tell you what's going on. So yeah, I hope you guys understand and I will see you when I see you."

Sam ended the video, it was barely a minute long, but it already felt like he was going to throw up. No, actually he was going to throw up. He felt the bile rising in his throat and hastily set the camera down, fumbling with the bedroom door handle and nearly running to the bathroom.

He made it to the toilet just in time to throw up what little was in his stomach, not much more than an apple and stomach bile.

It burned coming up and tasted like sour regret in his mouth. He gagged a couple more times before his stomach finally settled itself.

Standing up on shaky legs he made his way over to the sink, quickly rinsing his mouth out and spitting.

He made a conscious effort to not look in the mirror as he turned away to shut off the bathroom light.

Walking back into his room, Sam walked back over to his camera and ejected his SD card. He sat down at his desk and powered up his computer, inserting the SD card into its slot. He spent a few minutes editing out awkward pauses, and before he could change his mind, he hit the button to upload the video.

Knowing it would take a long time even for a short video to upload; Sam figured he should probably eat something.

He couldn't remember when the last time that was, though. Maybe when he woke up around seven? Could it really be called waking up if you were up for the whole night anyway?