Sammy Whaley (understands) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-12-23 03:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-10, maia, sammy |
i got nothing left inside of my chest, but it's all alright
Who: Maia and Sammy
When: Morning
Where: Maia’s House
Sammy had been having trouble sleeping lately. It’d started the night after she’d gotten out of the school. It didn’t have anything to do with what she’d experienced there. Yeah, it had been pretty intense and terrifying to be chased by cannibal clowns, but she dealt with that kind of thing on a regular basis -- life threatening situations that is. And, if you asked her, there had been worse things she’d had to deal with. No, when Sammy shut her eyes at night, she didn’t see the dried and smeared clown facepaint. Instead, she saw the massive crowd waiting for all of those trapped in the gym. Her eyes still scanned the faces of those in front of her, looking for the one that belonged to her -- the one she knew wouldn’t be there. If she didn’t start thinking about how it had to be the school’s guidance counselor that got her calmed down and to the hospital, then it starting to remember the sight of her father when she’d gotten home the day after. She’d known he was home from the dull buzz of his emotions in her head, but that had been the only indicator that there was someone inside the house. He’d been sitting in the dark, illuminated by the light of the television, with a tumbler of scotch in his hand. Yes, she’d known it was scotch, because the stench was thick in the air. She hadn’t been able to stay there. It had been hard enough to stay in the house with her father before the incident at prom, but now? No. Sammy absolutely refused to be around a man who was so saturated in his own misery that he couldn’t even be bothered to have hope that his daughter would make it out of the high school gym alive.
She thanked God for Maia, as she often did these days. Her best friend was her port in the storm, and she found herself running to Maia whenever something was bothering her, which had become a frequent occurrence since her mother had been killed. Sammy didn’t know how much Maia’s parent’s liked having her spend the night so often, which is why she had a habit of sneaking in after they had gone to bed. The last thing she wanted was to cause more tension in the Jefferson family, and it didn’t seem fair to make Maia suffer just for helping her. With a deep sigh, she rolled over so that her face was pointed toward the back of Maia’s head. She started deeply into the blonde locks. This time of morning was nice. Though her friend had never been a fountain of extreme emotions (one of the reasons that Sammy enjoyed spending time with her) she liked the quiet moments while Maia and the rest of the house were asleep. She was alone with her feelings -- each and every one that she could identify as her own.
Something jumped up on the bed, and Sammy smiled when she looked down and saw that it was Comet. “Hello, you,” she whispered, and her smile turned into a lazy grin when the cat responded by purring. She managed to sneak in a few scratches on the top of his head and under his chin as he walked up the length of her and then crossed onto Maia. He did his best to perch on the side of her arm, but when it proved unsteady, he moved upward toward her head. Sammy stifled a laugh as Comet curled up at the head of the bed, with half his body on the pillow and the other half overlapping onto Maia’s face. Either her friend was just so used to being slept on that she didn’t notice, or she would be waking up in moments.
“You’re braver than me,” Sammy said softly to the tomcat as she carefully pushed herself up to a sitting position. She entertained herself with petting Comet anywhere he would allow while she waited for Maia to wake up.