In My Heart and In My Mind
By Kathryn K. Williams 2006
Chapter Fifteen
That October afternoon there came a knock at the door and Samantha sat upright in her bed, rubbing the tears from her eyes, “Who is it?” She inquired weakly.
The door slowly opened and Trish entered the room, a worried look upon her face. Sam had noticed with each passing day that Trish’s expression grew longer. She could see that the girl was trying to hide her own misery, she could sense it in the air around the girl and this only made Sam feel all the more depressions. She forced herself to smile for the girl, even though she knew that Trish could not be easily fooled by a simple smile, “How was school?” She asked, trying to make conversation.
Trish sat upon the bed beside her friend and shrugged, “Not much fun without you there.” She remarked dismally, “I got more of your homework so you can catch up when you feel like it.” She stated, her eyes moving around the room as she spoke, not able to return her friend’s gaze.
Sam glanced down at her hands, “Thanks…” She fell silent as she tried to think of something else to say. Trish was the first to break the silence.
“Oh, Beth asked about you.” She stated simply, “She is worried about you, so is Lisa. Maybe they could come over sometime”
Sam let out a sigh; “I don’t know if I want to see anyone right now.” She lightly touched the wound above her eye.
Trish abruptly stood and stared down at the girl, “You can’t keep doing this.” She suddenly exclaimed in anger, “Do you plan to just hide in here your entire life?”
Sam shook her head, “I… I don’t know… I just don’t feel like seeing anyone.”
Trish shook her own head in frustration, “Is it because of us?” She asked franticly, “I feel as if you are avoiding me. You don’t say anything at dinner and you just sit up here all day long. I can’t stand to see you like this.”
Sam sighed, “It is not you.” She stated simply, “It’s hard to explain… you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Trish hopped onto the bed with one leg tucked under herself and the other hanging off the edge of the bed, “This is me you are talking to Sam, not some stranger.” She stated bluntly, “Don’t you trust me anymore?”
Sam looked at the girl to be greeted by a pained look in her eyes and let out a sigh of defeat, “Alright then, if you insist, but don’t blame me if I sound insane.”
“Wouldn’t make any difference.” Trish insisted, “I already know you’re insane.” She said with a grin.
Sam growled at the girl, “I’m not insane.” She swung at the girl only to have her duck out of the way and grab her hand.
Trish gazed into Sam’s eyes, “That is the Samantha I grew to love.” She said sweetly.
Sam flushed and pulled her hand away, “I… ummm…” She ran a hand through her hair in embarrassment.
Trish mirrored the flush and slid back in the bed, hugging the bed post and giving Sam some distance, “Sorry about that… too forward I guess… I feel so different since tell you about how I feel.” She glanced up at the girl, “I wish you could tell me what is bothering you, I want to be there for you.”
Sam lightly closed her eyes and rubbed her head, “It’s so confusing. I don’t know where to start.”
“At the beginning.” Trish insisted with a smile.
“If you insist…” Sam took a deep breath and let it out, “It started when my mother hit me with that vase.”
Trish nodded, “I noticed something was up at the hospital, is it some kind of brain damage?” She inquired worriedly.
Sam shook her head, “I don’t think so. I think those strange powers of mine just went into overdrive or something. Suddenly I found myself inside of someone else’s body.”
Trish thought this over, “Your mind hopped to someone else? Weird?”
Sam nodded again, “The person I ended up in was very helpful. She seemed to go through this kind of thing all the time and helped me back to my body.”
Trish smiled, “That was nice of her. I don’t know what I would do without you.” She said with a light flush, and then a shocked look crossed her face, “Wait? Was she the second soul that Beth was talking about?”
Sam was startled how quickly her friend put the pieces together and slowly nodded, “When I returned to my body our minds became linked and we shared thoughts and emotions.”
Trish suddenly clapped her hands together in triumph, “That’s why you kept looking so spaced in the hospital, you were talking to her weren’t you?”
Sam could not believe how quickly her friend was following all of this, “Yeah, she was helping me deal with everything that was going on and even helped me come to terms with the fact that I might actually like girls.” She let the last words drift away in a mere whisper.
Trish blinked at her friend, “You talked to her about us?” She inquired nervously.
Sam lifted her head quickly, “I was so upset about everything and when she asked me what happened it just all spilled out. The Meephit, you, mom, everything.” She stated agitatedly, “She turned out to also be gay and helped me through it all. She was very kind, but she turned out to be one year in the future.”
“The future?” Trish blinked in confusion, “How could she be in the future?”
Sam shrugged, “I don’t know, but I’ll never be able to see her again, because…”
“Because?” Trish gazed at Sam, more at the mark above her eyes, “She is dead isn’t she?”
Tears welled up in Sam’s eyes as she lightly touched the scar, “I… I… think she was…” Tears flowed from her eyes and tumbled down her cheeks.
Trish quickly moved beside her friend and pulled Sam into her arms, “I’m here.” She cooed, “You don’t have to continue if you don’t want to.”
“I…I… can still see her mother bleeding on the floor.” Sam said between sobs, “and the blood on my hands. Someone… they…” She held her trembling hands out before herself, “They shot her and I c… couldn’t do anything to help her…” She buried her face in Trish’s shoulder as she let out a tried sob.
Trish held the girl tightly and allowed her to cry, stroking her back gently and whispering softly in her ear until Sam finally calmed down a little and lay her head upon Trish’s lap.
“You going to be alright?” Trish inquired worriedly.
Sam slowly nodded her head, “It is not as painful as it was a month ago, but today I realized that I lost the only connection I had to the girl, and the gift you gave me for my birthday.”
“Mom told me.” Trish remarked solemnly, “I’m sorry they didn’t find at the hospital, and I’m guessing you didn’t find it here either then?”
Sam shook her head, “I don’t know where it went, but she had one just like it so I think it is on its way to her.”
Trish reached behind herself and pulled something from her back pocket, “Here, you can have mine.” She held the pink bunny over her friend’s head and Sam sat up to get a good look at it, then at her friend.
“Really?” Sam said with more excitement then she desired.
“Maybe you can find your Meephit with it.” Trish suggested and set the toy in her friend’s shaky hands.
Tears welled up again in Sam’s eyes and she felt the familiar warmth of the toy in the palm of her hand. It was just like her toad and she got a strange feeling that this Meephit was the key to her tracking down Star. Shakily she pulled out the device from inside the toy’s chest and flipped on the switch at the back. Immediately the device came to life in her hand and started to scroll words across its digital display.
“Hello Samantha. How are you doing?” It said with a blinking heart shaped cursor blinking at the end of the sentence, awaiting her reply.
Sam blinked at the toy and glanced up her friend, “Did you tell this thing about me?” She inquired nervously.
Trish shook her head, “Not much, I just asked it about you a couple of times.”
Sam returned her gaze to the screen and shook her head, “I forgot how creepy this thing can be.” She remarked with a small, weak, chuckle and began to type her question.
“Do you know where Toader is?” She inquired of the machine and hit enter, waiting nervously as little hearts filled the screen.
“Yes.” It replied.
Sam could feel her heart racing at the thought that this might actually work and quickly asked the machine another question, “Could you tell me where he is?”
“No.” It stated simply.
“Why not?”
“Because he is in Fate’s Hands now.”
Sam growled at the device, “Tell me where Toader is.” She demanded aloud as she typed.
“I am sorry.” The device replied, “He is destine for a new owner.”
Anxiously she asked the machine what she already knew the answer, “Is Star the new owner?”
“Yes.”
Franticly she punched at the buttons, “Can you tell me where Star is?”
“Far from here.” It stated.
Sam snarled this time and tossed the device to the bed, “This thing is stupid. It won’t answer my questions.”
Trish picked up the toy and looked at it, “Maybe you didn’t ask it the right questions.” She implied and glanced down at the digital screen while thinking. “Hmmmm…. Is there someone who can help us?” Trish said as she typed her question.
“Yes.”
“Can you tell me who they are?”
“Yes.”
“Who is it?”
“Bethany.” Trish blinked at the screen and glanced up at Sam, “Do you think it means Beth?”
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To be Continued . . .
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