Come and Get It

Sammie Harris's life has been filled with tragedy ever since she could remember. When she was ten, her father was shot by her older brother for reasons she won't tell. After that her mother became addicted to drugs and sex. All of these brought back mental and physical abuse to her household.
One summer's day, she decided that she was through...
That was when she met the new boy in town...the boy with the secret...

WARNING::: This book contains sexual hinting and scenes, talking and participation in drug use, the use of alcohol, and a large amount of cussing.


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6. Life Or Death

Sammie's POV


I don't remember much after that... It was all a blur of terror and panic. Finally, after all the struggle, I passed out.

Suddenly, I wasn't in that cruddy old bathroom anymore. I was on a dark piece of land, surrounded by what I was sure was trees. I was laying on my back, my body immobile. I could hear voices around me, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. My mouth was dry, my eyes burning.

What just happened...? Where am I? 

I felt something stroke my hair, and saw the brilliant blue eyes I'd seen only minutes before.

"You' Between..." The boy answered, his voice louder than the whispers. His face was as dirtied as it had been in my dream, his beautiful mouth curved sadly.

"Between....?" I whispered, suddenly able to move my lips, "What is that?"

"It's between life and death. I call it Between..." He answered, his brows furrowing worriedly.

"You're...Paxton...?" I realized, "Paxton Gold."

He smiled a little bit then, "That I am." I replied, "I felt like you were in trouble... So I decided to contact you."

I watched his eyes trail over my figure, "What happened to you?"

Feeling my nerves tingle throughout my body, I began to sit up, "That's none of your business." I snapped.

His brows rose, his dirty brown hair falling slightly in the way of his eyes as he tilted his head curiously.

"Where exactly is this...Between...?" I asked, looking around as pictures began to flash around us.

"It' your head..." He answered, seeming distracted.

"In my head...? That's a weird place for it to be." I glanced toward him, my breath catching at the sight of his bare chest and his ripped jeans. I had to quickly look away.

His eyes flickered into that neon green again before returning to normal.

"Not everyone ends up in your head, Sammie. Some end up in their own head... Some end up outside their bodies." He replied with a sigh.

"Why are you here...?" I whispered, watching as the pictures flashed different events from my past. They were memories, I soon realized.

"I don't know... I just...felt you were in danger... I had to check on you." Paxton's voice was confused as well.

"I'm in danger?" I murmured, "But everything seems so peaceful." I then wondered, "How can you do all of this-getting into my head, that is." 

"'re dying..." He finally stated. He hesitated to answer my second question, "I'm not normal. That's all you have to know about it."

My head snapped towards him, "Dying..." I murmured, taking a moment to process it all. 

"How do I get out?"

His lips parted, his words hesitant.

"Paxton, how do I get out of here?" My words were a ramble of panic. 

"I don't know..."

I wondered, "Then why are you here?! If you can't help me get out of this shit, then why are you wasting my time?"

"To motivate you, I guess." He replied, ignoring my hateful words, "Tell me what happened to you."

I didn't speak for a while. I walked around the empty white void of my mind, my eyes grazing each of the scenes that flickered in and out of focus.

"She hit me." I muttered quietly, "She hit me, and drowned me..."

His eyes widened suddenly, "Who?" He growled.

"My mother... She hates me." I replied, my eyes narrowing on a memory of my mother and father.

"I can't do it anymore." I whispered, "You need to leave."

Paxton came towards me, "What are you saying?"

"Let me die. I want to die..." I replied in a feather-soft voice.

He didn't really know how to reply to my words. He stared at me with a lost expression.

"You...can't die..." He murmured.

I frowned, "It's my choice. I want to go..."

He shook his head, coming closer, "Sammie... You can be saved." He continued, "Judging by what all you've been have more the reason to give up. There are other ways to fix all of this." He gestured around at the memories as he spoke. 

I turned from him, watching the memories as they went by. 

"Leave." I muttered, "I want to be alone." 

He shook his head, "Please don't do this to me..." He whispered.

 I turned towards him, noticing how his eyes were green orbs once more.

"You don't know me well enough to act like that."

"Like what?" He asked.

"Heartbroken. Hurt. You don't know shit about me." I replied.

He looked away for a moment, huffing a breath, "If you choose to live... I'll tell you." He softly murmured.

I stared at him for a long time, "Tell me what?"

"We don't have much longer, Sammie." He growled impatiently.

I hesitated a second before turning towards the never-ending streams of memories.

I spotted the memories of the day before and followed them all the way to the last one present: my death.

After taking a large intake of breath, I closed my eyes and began to walk...







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