Samantha(Chapter 2)

Striking the stone wall, I felt the skin burn but no pain. Why, why couldn't I get some life back into my body? Why couldn't I get an ounce of emotion to just come through?

I wasn't stupid. I knew all that suicidal junk was stupid but in between the black and the white some logic existed. It would be easier to just give up, but heck that wasn't the person I was, I was not a quitter! Pulling back my fist back once again, I clenched the fist tighter and struck.

I saw the red but the rippling pain didn't occur. Let me tell you, that really made me miffed. So I struck again, and again until my hand was a bloody mess.

On my twelfth strike a hand enclosed itself around my fist stopping it from reaching it's destination. I jerked my hand away.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was worried about you."

What a liar. I couldn't help the thought, "I'm fine. Nothing to worry about."

He stood there, my bloody hand cradled in his hands, so tenderly. He had a faraway look in his eyes as if staring into some unknown memory.

"Yeah...that's why you're here slamming your fist into a wall. Real smart, Sam."

I hated his tone of voice. I wasn't a child. "You're not my dad," I threw him a sneer, "how'd you manage to find me?"

"I know you better than you think."

No, you don't. There's so much you don't know! "Whatever."

He spun me into his arms, I kept my eyes concentrated on his chest. He pulled me tighter until my face was crushed into his chest. His embrace was suffocating, it was desperate, it felt safe. I clung tighter, winding my hands around him.

"Don't pull away, Sam. Don't do this. Don't..."

I listened only half-heartedly to his murmurings. He was sweet, almost sickeningly sweet. I wanted the talking to stop, I wanted that sad tone in his voice to go away. He was Nick; Mr. Happy Nick.

So, I pulled away from his chest and crushed his lips to mine. It was crude, it was rough, but it was exactly what I needed. No thoughts existed just raw emotions. My lips smashed against his, his hands were everywhere, mine tugging on his hair, I had no clue what I was doing.

I just knew it stopped the thoughts. It stopped time for a moment and it was these moments I would kill for. Those special moments where time stands still and things just are.