Re: Log: Meredith/Sam
[Sam was really fucking tired of being ignored. First Neil, now Meredith, and maybe they were fucking perfect for each other and she just hadn't realized it until she was standing there, pupils dark and tiny, like the heads of fucking pins. She felt small, like she didn't fucking matter, and she really hated how this bitch treated her. That was her main thought, yeah, as this woman fucking ignored her like she was some piece of shit that wasn't even worth addressing.
It wasn't that Sam didn't get it. She looked like trash. She knew she looked like fucking trash. Dark circles, sweat on her skin, and dirt on boxers and wifebeater. Some guy offered to take her home, something over her shoulder, but she shrugged him off. Don't fucking touch me.
Her eyes immediately welled with fucking tears, the sick girl that couldn't fucking stop shaking, and she shoved hard at Meredith's shoulder again.] I'm fucking talking to you. You don't just ignore people because you think they're crap, ok? Someone talks to you, someone you know, you talk the fuck back. I asked you a question. Or don't you give a fucking shit what your sweet-booze fucking stink is going to do to him? Huh? Is that it, you selfish fucking cunt?