Depressed Boy's Love

What Am I doing?

Hi. I just wanted to thank you all for picking this book and reading it. It's my first time using Wattpad
I've been writing for years but was too scared to post any stories online. So... Here I go... I love you so much. Oops, I'm so cheesy. Love you 😘

Sam's Pov***
My feet were running as fast as I could but I couldn't catch up. I guess this was the consequence of not working out.
I was lost in a simple garden and I stopped for air.
I suddenly heard a strange voice
"You're so slooooooow. Run a bit more"
I wanted to glare at the owner of the voice but I just sat down, exhausted.
I saw the voice. Wait, no.
I saw the owner of the voice.
She had smooth brown skin, with thick black curly hair and the most unique pair of brown eyes.
They looked like emptiness... Nothing but black holes. They were really dark.
It made me keep on staring at her.
"Oy! Quit staring. There's nothing on my face" she snapped
I snapped out of my trance and turned away.
She sat next to me and sighed "You're as cold as ice"
I turned to look at her, my face showing a blank emotion.
She looked up to the sky and spoke loudly with determination "I'm going to boil you!"

What the?!
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I woke up drenched with sweat. The same dream again. I had forgotten her face again.
It was always the same thing. I kept on hanging out with this weird girl and she always said the creepiest things every night before I woke up.

I stood up and got ready for breakfast.
My dad was on the couch reading news on his phone while my mom set the table.

"Oh, Sam. I was just about to call you. Help me with the table, yeah? I made your favorite" she chirped with a bright smile.

I kept my blank expression "Ok"
My mother was a bit hurt but she hid it well.
"Morning mom, morning dad" I greeted.

My dad bellowed "Samuel Lenard! A wonderful morning it is my boy. Did you sleep well?"
I winced at his cringy effort to make me smile.
"Yes"
"Want to tell us about it?"
"No. What's there to talk about sleep?" I said bluntly.

My parents were hurt. Ever since I got into the 8th grade, I had turned into this blunt emotionless robot they called son.

I didn't care about anyone because they were not worth caring about. They never cared about me, they only cared about what I had that could possibly benefit them. I just focused on studying and making it in life for my family. They seemed to miss the son that was playful and popular among his peers.
That Sam was gone. I was gone.

I was done with breakfast after skillfully dodging all my parent's questions in an attempt to start a conversation with me.

Today was a Sunday. I was going to my room to study.

"We love you, son" I heard my mom say from the dining.
I closed the door and sighed.
I looked into my mirror and ran my hands through my dark brown locks .

What am I doing?