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Chapter 19 – All In Stride (Samson POV) Pt. 1
"No – no – no I – I can't go owutside!"
"They saided we can't go owutside – it's dwangerous – no – no!"
"I won't be able to bwreathe – no – no – no!"
The shouting roused me, stretching out, startled, and rubbing at my face, the shouting continued, "I can't go outside – they said we can't go – no please – no please – help me – no!" The cries belonging to Fatima sent my heart lurching, the words were painful to hear, the screaming, the agony in her voice. Piercing me completely, I stumble from the guest room bed, hopping to the door and throwing it open only to find my mom on the other side of the door, hunched and rocking.
"She sounds – go in there mom," I stated incredulously, wondering why she was on the other side of the door when Fatima needed someone to wake her up, mom shook her head, "I think she remembers more of her past when she sleeps-"
"No – no – I – I want – I'll go – but – mask – suit – go," the screaming quieted down to just random words, mumbled. The disconcerting blood curdling shrieks – as though she were being injured purposely stopped and was now dull whispered whimpers.
"Indepwenbents – one – fwind – wuna – chwosen." The words making less and less sense and it sounds like she's a child almost, her voice sounding more like little Amy's.
"Go get ready for your day trip," mom shushed me back to my room, heading down the stairs herself. Once I closed the door, I rested against it, unsure what was happening to me right now. Last night I don't think I had ever in my life laughed that hard until the point of tears. Although, I think the truth was, I hadn't laughed like that since Silas died – was murdered.
I swallowed all my emotion right now, pushing that aside, thinking over Fatima's words. I don't know why it brought out such a reaction in me besides the point that no one in such a long time, had mistaken Silas and I. At first it started out being funny, that I had given her two strikingly different contrasts to whom I was, that she assumed and named me 'twin Samson.' However, it burrowed beneath my outer shell and into my heart, my thoughts that someone had mistaken me for Silas.
People didn't do that anymore.
People didn't mention him anymore around me.
It wasn't like he vanished and had never been there because we had few pictures up inside the house, but afraid of how it would impact me, they didn't mention Silas. The alarm I had set so that we could leave rings and I push all thoughts of last night and crying in front of Fatima aside, heading to the shower. Washing, dressing and heading downstairs I first stop to listen to Fatima's room before pulling away not wanting to be caught or creepy. But listening, I hear the water in her bathroom running and breath a sigh of relief that she's decided to come with me today.
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Werewolf"Her name isn't Sophie, I lied, her name is Fatima Safiya Ashlynn - I thought she would die where I left her."
