-Samantha-
I watch as Sam drags Davy away and Adam and Kate leave. It's just me and Erica. I don't know what I feel. I want to go and enjoy the party. But I- can't. I don't know how to say what I need to. I bottle up my problems. And really everyone bottles up their problems. They walk around pretending to be happy and fine. But- no one is, are they? And if we all talked about our problems, the word would fall apart. Too much pain and suffering, so we all just suffer in silence. And that's why Ii can't say anything to Erica. Regardless if she cares or would be comforting.
"Hey, Erica?" I say.
"Hmm?"
"I-I am gonna go see if I can find a quiet place." I say. "the noise a lot for me." She squeezes my shoulder and nods. I turn and head towards the house. It's a mess of lights and sound. I head towards the house anyway.
I reach the house. I walk through the front door to be greeted by a very drunk Trevor.
"Hi-a Sammie." He says. With an also drunk Cassie on his shoulder.
"Um, hi Trevor." He starts laughing for no reason. I roll my eyes. And I continue on my way into the house. It smells like smoke and alcohol. So much for quiet. The seemingly invisible surround sound is blasting. The music is loud and is awful. I cringe. I find my way to the star case. I don't want to know who's upstairs or what they are doing. I find my way to the bathroom instead. I close the door and lock it. I sit and put my head into my hands. I just need some relief. A few minutes later I hear a knock on the door. Who the heck is it? I don't need this right now. I do not want to talk to anyone. I lift myself off the ground and force myself up to the door. I open it. My whole body tenses. Great, just what I need. Reid.
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