I'm A Nightmare and You're Going Crazy - an Of Mice & Men FanFiction

You Need a Doctor Baby, You Scared?

Just one thing before I continue on. 

It's a sad day for metalheads, especially Suicide Silence's fanbase, but most of all, the Lucker family. Today is the day we say farewell to one of the great names in metal; Mitchell Adam Lucker. He was a great father to his 5 year old daughter, Kenadee, a wonderful husband, and musician, but most of all, he was a hero and inspiration to many millions of people, and always will be.

The saddest part about his death is his daughter. How do you tell a 5 year old that their Daddy isn't coming home tonight?

Mitch, you were one of my biggest inspirations, and you're one of the reasons I'm still breathing. You will NEVER be forgotten.

'You only live once, so go fucking nuts!'

1984 - 2012.  

RIP Mitchell Adam Lucker. <3 

A legend never dies.  

Keep calm and stomp on, buddy. xx

~Sam's POV~

I woke up to a voice that sounded like smooth honey, as it hummed along to a Pink Floyd song that was playing softy on the radio.

My eyes flew open and I sat upright in an instant. I know that voice!

"Wholly shit." I whispered, as I looked into the back of a head of ginger hair . 

I was in the same house as Alan Ashby. The Alan Ashby. As in Alan Ashby from Of Mice & Men. Like, the hot ginger princess that loves cats and plays guitar, and is the other half of Austlan! Oh my god. That also means Austin should be around somewhere....

My mind was spinning. How did I get here? All I can remember is being curled up in a ball against a fence, wincing whenever a clap of thunder rumbled through the sky and crying my eyes out.

He looked at me and smiled, and I nearly passed out again. Ugh. Talk about attractive!

"Austin, Leah," he yelled, "She's awake!"

Austin came striding into the room on his long giraffe legs, followed by a short, petite girl, with short red hair, and really pretty eyes. A girl I hadn't seen since high school. By the looks of things, she was dating Austin. He had his arm wrapped around her waist and was looking down at her, his eyes full of lust.

Leah's eyes lit up as soon as she saw me, and a big grin spread across her face.

"Leah!" I yelled, ignoring the throbbing pain in the back of my head and the stiffness of my back. I shot up off the couch and flung myself into her arms, nearly sending both of us tumbling to the ground.

"Sam," she yelled into my chest, "Oh my fucking god! I thought you were dead!" she squeezed me tight and I froze.

"Dead?" I questioned. She continued to squeeze me to death, ignoring my question. For a small girl, she had some pretty big muscles on her! But dead? Did she really believe I'd give up on life? Did she think I was that weak? After all I told her, all the talks telling her I wouldn't give up...

I was pulled harshly out of her arms and pushed back onto the couch I'd jumped off only a mere 30 seconds ago.

"Care to tell us what's going on?" Alan said from his spot next to me. We were siting on a long, white leather couch that was covered in cushions and blankets.

Austin shot me a dirty look and sat down with a pissed of Leah wrapped in his arms on a love seat across the room. It was a really well furnished and posh looking room we were sitting in.

There was a large flat-screen TV with various gaming consoles and piles of games and DVD's in one corner, near a large window that had a brilliant view of the sea. The window was framed in large prints and photos of the band and Leah and Austin.

Next to the window was a door I assumed led outside. Behind me was a bench that separated this room from the kitchen. The bench was lined with tall barstools. There was a large pantry situated next to a fridge. Just thinking of old made my stomach growl.

I looked down to my hands and started picking at my nails; I only did that when I was nervous or embarrassed. I'm a really shy person when it comes to meeting new people. But fucking hell! I'm meeting my idols, my inspirations, my heroes. Of course in going to be nervous. And this whole situation with Leah is just making it even more awkward. Like, I'm happy to see her and everything, but why does she have to be dating Austin!?

"Well," Leah's voice broke me out of my jumbled thoughts, "I met Sam in kindergarten. We were best friends right through primary school and into high school. We were outcasts, and we were targets for bullying. But Sam also had family problems. Because of that, she was really depressed, like I was myself from the bullying. 

When she was 18, just as we entered year 12, she dropped out of school and I lost all contact with her. Rumors went around, some saying that she had committed suicide, others saying she was in jail for killing her parents, but the most insane one I heard was that she was put into a mental hospital for going on a rampage with a machete and killing anyone in her path.

I'd tried to get in contact with her, calling her parents, aunites, uncles, Nan and Pa, cousins, everyone, but I couldn't get hold of her. So that's when i truly started to believe she was dead. It hurt so much, just having her leave me like that, with no warning, no goodbye,cans no explanation as to why she left."

Well, that clears up the earlier confusion.

She looked at me with a sad smile, her eyes glassy. I suddenly felt guilty for leaving without any warning, just like she said. I wish I'd never left now. I wish I'd never dropped out of school, and left to pursue my dream of becoming a photographer.

"Leah," I whispered. I know she heard me because she tilted her head to the side; something she does when she's listening, "I'm so sorry for leaving on you like that. I couldn't stay at school anymore, it was getting too much for me. And as for home...I couldn't cope. I'm so, so, so, so sorry. I swear I'll never leave you like that again."

Just as she opened her mouth to reply, my phone started ringing.

YAY. LONG CHAPTER. c}: sorry for any mistakes in grammar and spelling, I'm typing this on my phone so it's quite hard.  

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