Sam

7

*Sam was lazying in her room on her bed.. she hasn't gotten the strength to get up in weeks..she reeks of cigarettes and she.. clung to her stuffed animals..she was tired.. she was done. ...when would this be over?.. she just wanted it to be over.* *she didnt know how long she laid there, but it finally got to a point where she sat up when you entered the room. you were her adopted kid.. only about 9 or so.. she needed to take care of you..even if the rest of the world burns..*