First Fanfic. Hope you guys like it.
"Sam, are you cutting yourself?" Danny asked seeing Sam's wrist with slashes. Sam looked up at hi and shook her head.
"I wore a bracelet playing volleyball that's all," Sam said knowing that Danny wouldn't buy it anyways, it didn't hurt for her to try. Danny just rolled his eyes—just what Sam predicted he would do and he brushed it off. He thought that Sam isn't the kind of person to do that. She's strong.
"Okay, but you know, if you need to talk about anything...I'm here Sam," Danny reminded her. This time, it was Sam's turn to roll her eyes, she knew that, she just didn't want to talk to anyone about anything. They wouldn't understand, they wouldn't. Depression was something that she's use to dealing with, and the only way she deals with it is keeping it bottled up inside her, but this depression was new and she didn't know how else to channel her depression, so she cuts.
"Martin! Stop it!" a brunette woman shrieked. Sam turned her face to look at them standing in the shadows. From there, she saw Martin's hands going up and down the woman's body.
"I can't babe, you are so gorgeous that... I can't keep my hands off of you," Martin said to her more out loud though, loud enough for Sam to hear on the other side of the street.
"Fine, just because you can't keep your hands off me," She said giggling.
Sam was sitting on the bench on the other side. It hurt her for Martin to say those things to another woman and it hurt her that another woman would say those things back. Martin was suppose to be hers. Hers and hers only.
"TAXI!" The brunette said holding her hand out as the taxi stopped. Martin sat still on the bench on the other side. He swore that he saw a hint of blonde hair across the bench from him, the color hair that he wouldn't ever forget. But he shook those thoughts aside. It was probably his guilt. It had been less than a week since the break up and him finding someone hot, smart and beautiful, someone like Sam but not like her at all, was getting to him because it was too fast.
"Martin, aren't we sharing a cab?" she shouted at him as he sat on the bench thinking about Sam.
"Yeah, sorry, dozed off," Martin said standing up and walking towards the cab, but not without sparing one last look across the side walk at Sam.
"Thinking about me?" The brunette asked him.
"Yeah, I was thinking about you," Martin said following the brunette into the cab.
'He's moved on Samantha, get over him,' Sam told herself while mentally slapping herself in the process. She didn't know that Martin could move on that quickly. She didn't know that she couldn't get over him that quickly, not even meaningless fuck made her move on like she use to with the other men in her life. Not even a cold bath... And not even the last thing she tried, not even cutting made her move on... But maybe what she did before would do just the trick. And that thing was running away...
"Sam? Are you here?" Danny asked at the door, he wanted to check that Sam didn't really do anything stupid to her body, he wanted to make sure as a brother that Sam was okay..
"Sam?" Danny asked knocking on the door loudly once again.
For what seemed like 30 minutes, Danny stood outside knowing on Sam's door, he rang her house phone and he rang her cellphone, nothing, no replies. So he dialed the number of the person he knew had access inside, Martin.
"Fitzgerald"
"Martin, do you have the key for Sam's apartment?" Danny asked quickly, he didn't want to 'beat around the bush' knowing that something may be wrong with Sam.
"Yeah, we haven't traded things yet, why?"
" I need it, she won't answer her cell, her home phone and there isn't anyone answering the door," Danny said worried.
"I'll get there in ten,"
Danny shoved his phone back into his pocket and sat down his back against the door, he really wished and hoped that Sam—his sister and his best friend was okay on the other side...