Everyone Has a Dark Side ( Sam Potorff Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

--2 weeks later--

Sam's POV:

It's been about 2 weeks since I last cut. I hate it. The guys found my razors and took them away from me.

They've all been treating me differently lately. They treat me like I'm some fragile little doll that will break just if you touch it. It makes me so mad.

But I don't let them see that of course. They need to think that I'm getting better so they will leave me alone.

I really hope their buying it. These days I usually just sit in the corner of my room letting my thoughts engulf me.

The voice has never left me since the day they found out and it's driving me crazy. My arms have been itching like crazy lately. I need to fix that.

"SAM!" I was interrupted from my thoughts by a knock on the door. "Hey it's Ricky, me Kian and Jc are going into town today, do you wanna come?"

Ugh. I really don't wanna go anywhere today. "No I'm gonna work on a video today so I'll stay back" I lied.

Ricky's POV:

"No I'm gonna work on a video today so I'll stay back" I heard Sam yell through the door. I sighed.

"Are you sure?" I really don't wanna leave him alone. Then again, I did take away his razors.

"Ya I'm sure. Just go I'll be fine." Sam answered. I debated for a moment in my head.

Unsteadily, I replied "Okay, but if you need anything just call me." "Okay I will." I heard him call from behind the door.

I bounded down the stairs and climbed into the car outside. I have a bad feeling about this.

Sam's POV:

Once I heard Ricky's car pull away, I let out a sigh of relief. He's finally gone. I got up from my position in the corner of my room and opened my door.

Slowly I walked down the stairs looking for something to do when I walked into the kitchen and laid my eyes on a kitchen knife.

No Sam, don't do it, walk away your better than that.

Do it you worthless fag. No one likes you, so kill yourself. Your ugly and the world would be better off without you.

I start crying, the voice is right. I slowly walk over to the kitchen knife and pick it up.

No Sam, don't do it just call Ricky he'll help you.

Ricky. Ya I'll call ricky. I hurriedly picked up my phone, beginning to sob. I typed in his number and put the phone up to my ear.

"Ricky, I don't wanna be alone."

Hey long time no see... sorry for not updating. Just ive had so much going on and it's really crazy you know. But I'm a little more free now so I'll try to update more often :)

Stay Beautiful xx