Dazed & Confused

[27]

[A Couple Months Later]

{Sam's POV}

     Today is my trial. I've been here for a couple months, I don't really know how long but it's boring as hell in here. The same old, same old each day. At least Alex is here with me. I walk out into the court room and see my friends, and Colby. I gulp and hang my head low, avoiding eye contact. I soon sit down next to my lawyer. She's not important. A voice echoes that in my head. I look at the jury and zone out for most of the time there. The jury was just recapping on my metal health and how many people I've killed.
     "With all that combined, I sentence Samuel Golbach to 5 years in the Bevera Mental Hospital." I hear a banging. I snap out of my mind and look around. Colby's crying. I lock eyes with him, no expression on my face. I watch as Colby cries harder. I soon feel a cop grab my arm and pull me up, leading me out. I hear Colby arguing with Nate. Why Nate? I think as I get into the van and get driven back to the mental hospital.

[That Night]

     I walk into my room and grab spear clothes then walk into the showers. Thank god they have separate showers. I get undressed and get into an empty shower. Colby just did that to make it seem like he cares. He didn't even care to tell Micheal. Micheal doesn't love you. Colby doesn't either. You did a great thing putting yourself in here. Your finally listening to me. I'm still sad you didn't kill your friends. They don't care. Notice how they never stopped you from calling the mental asylum? And Colby did really slap you Samuel. You should've killed him on the spot. Watch his blood splatter all over his car. Your friends screaming and calling you a monster. But their nothing. Stupid people. Friends with a stupid boy. Probably can't even get away with murder. Just kill them-
"Shut up." I mumble, pushing those thoughts out of my head and letting Colby's words fill my mind.
I'm.....in love....with Sam...and I'll fully admit. These last few days, I've done nothing but hang out with Sam and I actually feel like a normal person again. I haven't felt like that since the last time me and Sam laughed and talked like little kids! I laugh to myself, remember the moments we had together. Sam is, wonderful. He has that kind of effect that when he laughs or smiles, the entire room lights up. He could light up an entire city, honestly. Sam's smarter then me, more attractive then me, more athletic then me, more pure then me. He's honestly better then me in every. Single. Way. I don't doubt that one bit. Sam's a leader, great one. Never seen anyone better then him, hes very determined, he's amazing at business. I was honestly surprised when I found out he wasn't the boss of the Dazes! He basically carries them through everything! Brennan and Katrina can deny it but it's true. Everyone can deny it but it's extremely true. But there's one thing, Sam....Sam struggles with expressing feelings. And I know that. He doesn't understand what he's feeling most of the time and it causes confusion and determination to figure out what the hell is wrong with him, when theres truly nothing wrong with him. He thinks there is. Sam's perfectly imperfect, the golden boy. No one can miss his bright blonde hair and his bright blue eyes that shine whenever he's happy or his soft pale skin that burns from every touch of heat....like I said. I'm in love, Whatever Sam's up for, I'll be first to volunteer, no matter what it is. All just to see that boy happy. Its hard to take my eyes off him sometimes, no, not sometimes, all the time. He's hypnotizing. I can't help it. Its the kind of hypnotizing thing where you know your being hypnotized but you don't care, you actually enjoy it and never want it to stop. Ever.... I remember the spark of love in his eyes, the chemistry. I get out of the shower and get dressed before walking out and going into my room. When is he gonna visit me? I ask myself. I flop on my bed, feeling something in my pillow. I sit up quickly and pull out a crumbled up piece of paper from inside my pillow case. I quickly open it and see in big bold black letters,

"He's coming, Flowers on you desk are humming, chaos is numbing"

Who's coming? Micheal? Colby? Gage? No, Gage is dead. Who? Why is there going to be flowers on my desk? Is it someone I love? WHO. WHAT. WHERE. I crumble the paper back up and throw it across the room. Calm Samuel. You'll know VERY soon. Just go to sleep. I hear the voice in my head say. I sigh, Fine. I lay down again and close my eyes as all the lights go off and my mind goes black again.