POV: Sydney

"Soo how'd it go?" I asked as soon as Sam walked into the room.

"How'd what go?" She asked dismissively as she got onto her knees and collapsed on the ground.

"You know. With Louis?" I explained annoyed.

"What about him?" She sighed into the carpet causing it to come out muffled.

"Samantha Foster stop being allusive and tell me what the hell happened!" I screamed at her.

She turned her head sideways to look at me and rolled her eyes.

"Nothing happened really. He complained and belly ached. I said the cliché 'everything is okay and you'll find someone better'. He thanked me for helping and then he left." She explained sounding exhausted as well as bored.

"Were you nice about it?" I asked nervously.

"Yep." She said popping the P. "As nice as I'll get to a fucking Barbie." She added.

"He's not a Barbie..." I said quietly as I stood up and looked for my clothes on the ground.

"He is actually. I'm surprised that he can even cry, being so fake." I heard her mutter as she returned to her position of face in the carpet.

"That's not true!" I felt a rush of anger at her and tried not to kick her.

"It is true!" She yelled back looking up at me now. "They're not really PEOPLE, Sydney. They're like the people we see in tv shows. They do it all for the money."

"Maybe if you just tried to get to know them..." I trailed off frowning.

"I have tried. Just like you told me to right before we walked into the arena." She sighed looking at the ground. She had ceased her constant struggles to find appropriate clothing and resorted to sitting on the bed, forehead held by her hands. "They're just too..." She let the notion die on her tongue. Uncertain of what to say.

"Perfect?" I finished for her smirking.

"They most definitely are NOT perfect." Sam burst out suddenly. "They are so perfect that it is considered completely and utterly flawed. Why? Because NO ONE is that perfect. They're hiding something more diseased and infected than any of us "normal" people have put together.

It's not even hidden. It should be considered a crime to take money from children as often as they do. And all it goes for is to fund their stuff, more luxurious than we could ever hope to comprehend, and-"

"Sam! Your rambling and it's not even making sense half the time! Too many big words.." I laughed, unfazed by her outburst.

She truly was a disturbed girl.

She had to see reason...

She can't stay hating the lads forever.

ESPECIALLY for the funeral. They'd suspect something was up.

Then an idea popped into my head.

"Sam you need to go on walk. You've been cooped up for far too long." I said as I tugged her off of the bed and out of the room.

It was a good thing she was already dressed.

"Where are we going?" Sam asked as we got outside.

"WE aren't going anywhere. YOU are going to go walk around the trail by the park and get some quiet time to gather your thoughts." I explained smirking.

"Oy do I have toooo?" She whined as she tried to turn back.

"Yes. Yes you do." I answered blandly. "Now go little bird. Fly away." I mocked as I pushed her off of the front porch.

Finally, after a bit more guff, she walked away slowly towards the woods.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and phoned Harry.

Finally he picked up.

"H-hello?" He sounded tired and groggy like he'd just woken up.

"Harry! Get your ass up! I need a favor of you..." I said softly as I walked back up the stairs.

POV: Samantha

So I've been kicked out of my own house.

Harsh.

I'm gonna end up getting kidnapped and raped and then where would Sydney be?

Responsible for my death, that's where.

I now realized that I was not wearing shoes as I walked along the forest floor feeling the leaves, twigs, and other assorted things, crack under my feet.

It hurt, but I felt relieved.

I actually didn't have a direction I was going in. I was just, wandering.

But then again, nothing is wandering in these woods. I know them too well to get lost.

I realized that my feet were taking me in the direction of my old "club house" that I had built with my very best guy friend.

It was the perfect place to build one too.

There were two trees about 50 ft apart. Both of them had two trunks. A tree, during a storm probably, had fallen right in between both of them. Stretching out across both of them.

Me and my friends, who were of course dudes, put up long logs and other assorted wood on both sides in the middle so it looked like a wooden tent. Then one of the friend's older brothers gave us a whole lot of hay in nets for us to wrap around the walls, basically insulating it.

There was a stream not more than 30 ft away, behind some trees and right next to a cornfield which was our escape route if someone ever found us, and there were vines to swing on. The place had everything a kid could ask for.

I snapped back to the present. I had arrived at the clearing where we had made it.

There was a hole. I threatened to bury my sister in there if she didn't leave us alone. It was filled with trash and styrofoam that we had used as seats and it was all filthy.

It had been about 5 years since I had been here.

The hay had been ripped from the logs and strung all through the trees. The logs had been pushed down and tossed everywhere. The vine was broken.

But what struck me the most was that on a lot of the tree's trunks there was spray paint. Spray paint that I had not put there.

I walked around all of them trying to make out what they said.

It was hard to figure, but some said "America rules!" Or "kkk will return!" Or there were weird demonic faces also sprayed on the trees.

I felt my heart begin to pound.

This was nothing like i remembered it...

This was a lot worse, and scary.

Suddenly I heard the loud snapping of branches and leaves as someone or something scrambled through the trees.

I looked around, clutching my elbows, trying to find the source of the ruckus. I couldn't find it though. And it was getting closer.

I finally broke out of my frozen state. I turned around quickly and ran as fast as I could through the undergrowth towards the edge of the woods. Where the creek was.

I found the slab of concrete that we used to get across and hoped on to it and hoped my feet had enough traction the stay on while I climbed up it.

Finally once I got to the end of it I jumped off and landed in the soft grass that surrounded the bean field. As soon as I felt the grass I continued to run.

I was almost sure that my heart was going to burst right out of my chest.

I heard something grunting and heard shoes scrapping against stone as I continued to run.

Then I saw it. The only fast way to get across the creek without risking a jump.

The oil pipe.

It used to be that to get into our club, you either had to jump across the creek or walk across the pipe as if it was a tight rope. If you didn't do it, you didn't get in. I was the first to do it.

And now that pipe would be the thing to save my miserable life.

I lurched toward it and tried to find my grip. It was almost the size of my torso, maybe even thinner, and it was all rusted away and worn.

I heard footsteps pounding in the grass behind me.

It startled me that they were so close. I got so frightened that I lost my footing and started to fall over.

I just had time to see the brown water before it came right at my face and something hard bashed into my head.

Then there was nothing.

It was a pretty deep creek.

Plus, unless I was pulled out, I would remain face down and soon I would drown.

How wonderful.

Author's note

I know I haven't done one of these in forever and I probably won't do it very often anyways sooo...

Anyways, I wanted to apologize for not updating.