CHAPTER 5

AT DINNER

Samantha's POV :

I am not really paying attention to what my mum and dad are saying. I was just playing with my food.

Suddenly Sammy's voice brings me to reality."Hey, Sam, you okay?"

"Huh?" I look at him and see that he is worried. Darn it.

"Yea, I am fine. Why would you think that I am not fine?" I ask him with a smile. A fake smile to be specific.

He just shrugs and says, "I don't know. You just gave that vibe."

I look surprised for a mere second and gain back my composure. I try to reassure him, "I am fine. Don't worry."

He looks doubtful but eventually believes me. He sighs and says, "Fine, if you say so."

I sigh inwardly. Actually, Sammy, I am not fine. I am far from being fine. I am literally dying from the inside. But I don't want to ruin your happiness and this perfect moment by telling you about yesterday's events.

I am sorry that I am so weak. I am sorry that I am your sister. I am sorry that I am such a disappointment. I am sorry that I am even alive.

I am brought out of my trail of thoughts when my dad begins speaking. "Well Samantha, since Samuel is gonna move to LA, I was wondering if you also want to move? You know the entire family could move and all." He tells me with a smile.

Soon Sammy joins the conversation. "Yeah Sam. That would be great. The two of us could go to the same high school as well."

Sammy's happy voice is literally making me upset now. Why the hell does he have to be so perfect in everything?

Before I know it, I say those words that I know that I am going to regret.

"For what? Getting bullied again?" I say glaring at Sammy.

"Sam, I didn't mean it li-" I interrupt his talk.

"Oh, shut up Sammy. I don't need your pity or anything" I say with pure anger and hatred.

I honestly don't know why I am saying all these. I don't want to but all these are suddenly coming out of my mouth. Like I don't even have control over my words anymore.

"Now there, Samantha, Samuel is just worried for you," my dad tries to reason with me.

I roll my eyes at his words and reply, "Yeah right. He is worried for me. He just wants to rise to fame while his pathetic sister gets bullied."

"Samantha! What the hell is wrong with you?! He is your twin brother for God's sake. Do you even realise how much he cares for you?! How much he loves you?! Do you even know that?!" My mom's voice echoes in the room.

"He cares for me?! He loves me?! Oh please, i don't have time for your jokes, mum. He is that very twin that ruined my life. I always get bullied because I am HIS twin, a.k.a, Samuel Blade's twin. You know what, Samuel, you are nothing but a selfish boy who cares for his ow-" before I could finish my sentence, my mom slaps me right across the face and the sound echoes throughout the dining room.

I look at my mom with surprise. My. Mum. Slapped. Me? Mum, why?

"Don't you dare Samantha! Don't you dare say that about Samuel! How the hell can you say that about your own twin?! Have you lost all your senses?! He cares so much about you! He was hesitating to sign the paper cause he was worried that you might be lonely when he goes to LA!" Her voice rings in my head.

"Yeah, as if. Infact, I will be glad if he leaves me and my life!" To be honest, I don't even know why I am saying all these again.

"Sam, please tell me that you didn't mean any of those" Sammy says it in a pleading tone and if you look into his blue eyes, you could see them pleading as well.

But I said something I thought I would never say, "Oh, I meant it, Samuel. I meant every single word. I HATE YOU SAMUEL BLADES. I hate that you are even my brother or worse twin."

I just don't wanna hurt him anymore so I just go upstairs to my room and punish myself for my deeds.

Samuel's POV:

I was surprised. Never have I seen Sam like that. More importantly, she never calls me Samuel. She has never called me Samuel.

"God, this girl is really giving me a headache" my mom's voice brings me out of my thoughts. She is rubbing her temple. Anyone can say that she is going through a lot now. I mean, who wouldn't.

"Honey but I don't think it was right to slap her either. She is only 12 and you know how they treat her at school" my dad tells my mom.

"I just got so mad. I have never seen her this mad in my entire life. Before I realized it, I slapped her and now its honestly killing me. I never meant to slap my baby girl. I never mea-" my mom starts to cry. "

"Sssh, its okay. I am sure she was just upset or something. You know what we should do now? I think we should just take a nap and talk to her after we wake up. That way, she can also calm down" my dad calmly tells mom.

"But she didn't even have her food prope-" I cut my mom off in mid sentence and tell her, "Mom, don't worry. I am gonna talk to Sam, okay?"

"But Samuel, she is mad at you." I sigh deeply for a moment.

I console my mom and say, "Mom, she cam never be mad at me for too long. Besides, arguements like these are common between us. So chill."

I might seem like J don't care or whatever. But from the inside, its like killing me. Shouting like that is definitely not Sam. I just know that. I really hope she is okay.

"But-" my mom is definitely stubborn.

I tell her, "No buts, mom. Lets have dinner and then you and dad could take some rest and I will try to talk to her, okay?"

"Okay, fine. I can never win against you or your dad" she finally gives up.

"That's right. Isn't it, champ?" My dad tries to lighten up the atmosphere.

"Ofcourse, dad" I reply with a smile.

After having dinner and all, I went upstairs and knocked on our door. I know we are 12 and we should have our own rooms but we can't. We can't stay from each other for that long. We love each other too much. Too attached.

"Hey, Sam? It's me Samuel. Can you please open the door so I can sleep?" I hear nothing. I knock again. No response.

To be honest, I am getting scared. "Sam, open the door."

Then I realize that the door is not even locked. How dumb can I even get?

I shake my head and open the door and I am honestly scared at what I was seeing.

Our room is a total mess. A complete mess. All of Sam's books are on the floor and her bed is all messed up with different make up products. That's strange cause Samantha never wears make up.

I see different clothes piled up at the corner. Just what happened in this past few weeks? All of a sudden, I hear sobbings coming from the bathroom.

"What the? Jesus Christ. Please no. Sam!" I begin to bang on our bathroom door.

"God, Sam, please open the freaking door!" Before I know it, the door opens and I see Sam curled up in a ball at the corner.

"Sam what happened to you? Are you okay? Please tell me that you are o-" I feel something wet in my hand. I bring my hand to my face and see that my entire hand was covered in... blood?