It was the first Tuesday in June, a day where the sun hid behind the clouds as though it was embarrassed; but yet the humidity and head could still send sweat to drip down your back. In this heat Samantha found herself walking home from school with her friend Kate, since her dipsomaniac parents forgot to pick her up again. Sam was beautiful 15 year old who on the outside looked as though she had a perfect life and family but she was just good at hiding things a skill she seemed to acquire over the years. Nothing about her life was “perfect” but truly the opposite. She only has Kate for a friend and is an only child. However on her walk home Sam talked to Kate about her future and how she wanted to be a nurse so she could always feel that warmth in her heart that could a thousand candles if could every time she helped someone. She hated school and knew the only reason she continued to go was because she had no desire to be any replica of her parents.
Sam and Kate soon arrived at Sam’s house and the walked in the door and the stench of alcohol was so strong filling their noses that they both became nauseous, in the urge to throw up they ran upstairs to the bathroom Sam grabbed the trashcan, and Kate stood over the toilet neither of them threw up. They left the bathroom and went into Sam’s room and started their homework. Sam apologized about the smell and her parents and Kate told her it’s not your fault. While working on their homework Sam’s parents began arguing downstairs, at this time Sam told Kate she should probably go home that she didn’t want her to hear them fighting, Kate responded by telling Sam to call her if she needed anything. As soon as Kate left the arguing became louder turning into screams and fighting was normal for her parents but this was different. Sam then pulled out her journal where she writes about her parent’s fights and how they will abuse her sometimes. She began to write and as she wrote tears streamed down her face. She wrote how this fight seemed worse than any of the others and how scared she was that they would come and take their anger out on her. Sam could no longer see out of her eyes she was crying so much, so she cleared her eyes and wrote, “tonight I feel my life will be taken from me,” before even finishing her line she heard footsteps coming down the hall the sounded like a herd of elephants was charging towards her room. Her heart started beating so fast that it could have came out of her chest; she was sweating and began to panic. She ran so fast to her bed that it was like feet didn’t touch the ground. She lay on her bed and closed her eyes trying to forget everything that was happening. But she couldn’t the footsteps were becoming louder and louder until they stopped. Sam’s heart sunk to the bottom of her stomach, then two hands grabbed Sam by the shoulders so fast it felt like her skin had been ripped off. She was flung to the floor; where she opened her eyes as if she as if she was a dear that saw headlights.
Her father stood above her with a look on his face of pure evil. He took his foot and delivered 11 clean blows to his daughter’s side. She could feel her ribs breaking as if someone snapped a ruler in half. She felt like she was hit by a truck and kind of wish she was. Her father then took his fist and punched her in the stomach three times knocking the wind out of. In attempted to catch her breath her dad then punched her in the face twice her father keeping a face that he was getting such a thrill from this yelling at her that she was useless, ungrateful, ugly and that everything was her fault. Sam could feel blood running down her face from her nose into her mouth causing her to choke. She managed with the little strength she had to sit herself up where her father delivered one last satisfying blow to Sam’s head causing her to fall backwards and hit her head on her bookcase. She just laid there she shouldn’t cry although she wanted or do anything she was in shock. She thought how that herd of elephants must have trampled her about 20 times or so it seemed the pain being so unbearable. With every bit of strength Sam grabbed her phone and dialed Kate’s number she didn’t answer so Sam left a message saying, “I am sorry.” She then fell to the floor, where she felt herself slipping out of body and eventually her heart stopped beating and she died.
Later that week Kate sees Sam’s picture in the paper along with information about what happened and the charges against him and thought to herself “how could I not have known?,” “why didn’t she tell me?” why? why? why? She had no answers for herself; the message from Sam didn’t make sense to her what could she possible have been sorry for nothing was her fault why did her friend have to die what did she ever do.