Sam gasped for air, reaching up to touch the sky, but yanking her hand back down and seeing everything a blur, it was done…done and over with.

Her eyes slowly closed, and she drifted in between the real world, and her mind, the taste like toxic on her tongue.

She finally dragged her arm to her body, and closed her light blue eyes…

She was Dead

Freddie shot up, his eyes wide with fear, his pupils small and his body shaking.

"S-S-S-SAM?" he cried out, his voice rough, and out of tone, so not like him.

"SAM!" he yelled, clenching his sheets and letting soft tears crawl down his cheeks, the light flickered on, and Mrs. Benson came running in, racing for her sun and forcing him to look at her, looking for any trace of bruises and scars of some kind.

He just looked at her blankly.

"Mom…where's Sam?" he whispered, and her eyes switched to his.

"S-She's in the living room, sweetheart, what's wrong?" he mumbled something and ripped the blankets from his legs, standing and walking to his door, his feet shuffling as they made their way down the hallway. His eyes darted around the dark living room, and he looked down below him, seeing the ever so quiet sleeping Sam laying there, almost motionless.

His eyes soften as he leaned in, and lightly ran his fingertips across her cheek, the feel of her pale skin on his nearly making both of them shiver.

She shuddered and turned on her side, smacking her lips and arching her elbow to the side, the giant gash on her other cheek showing.

He froze.

[Flashback]

"Why don't you get a fucking Job?"

"I had one MA! I WORKED FOR DAYS TRYING TO GET YOU BACK ON YOUR FEE-"

Pam grabbed a glass vase next to her and smashed the handle across her daughters face.

Sam froze.

"WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE MELANIE? HUH?" she pushed her against the wall roughly and Sam quivered. Her mom was drunk and upset again…she hated having to come home to this.

Blood began to beam down her face.

"you bi-" she opened her mouth, a sour look on her face, when Pam raised her palm and forced it against her busted cheek.

Sam cried out.

Pam reached out and grabbed for her neck, gripping tightly and embedding her nails into her skin.

The door slammed open, and five or four policemen came running in, along with the two brunette's Sam knew personally.

"SAM!" Freddie called, and ran over to her as the police gripped onto Pam's shoulders, and slapped the cuffs on her wrist. Pam gave a confused look

"What the hell are you people doing in my house?"

[End of Flashback]

Freddie grumbled again, sat down next to her on the couch, motioning to lay down and threw his arm around her, making her eyes snap open.

She blinked around a bit, then turned on her side, coming face to face with a passed out Freddie.

She smiled, instead of defending her tough exterior.

"Thanks, Fredifer" she mumbled, and curled on her side, closing her eyes.

"it's what I'm here for"