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Chloe looked at Soma in confusion. "What?-"
Sam cut her off. "Uhh.. I'm gonna look around this place. see if theres anything useful, find out if there are any other people here, so on." Sam walked out of the room.

"ok," Sam's voice echoed back to them. he walked down the halls and looked around for something , anything. and while he looked he thought. *perhaps i can start over here? or is that too much to ask? i know i won't ever be rid of the memories of my past but perhaps i can hide it and bring out a clean sheet of paper to write on.* he brought his hand up to his face and stared at it, no longer searching, just always running away. *I hate this! I hate myself and what i've done. Soma should just kill me now. maybe...* Sam started walking back to the infirmiry. then he broke out into a run the rest of the way.

Chloe laid her head back on the soft pillow.

Sam burst into the room. "Soma, can you come with me please?" Sam asked him, his eyes were soft and dark. they were pleading.
Chloe gasped, "Sam, next time don't scare me please."
"sorry, Chloe." Sam apologized.

Sam closed the door behind them and walked away several paces. "yes, and you'll probably be glad to do it, but that isn't the point." Sam shook his head. he turned sharply and faced the vampire. "End it." he said. his eyes now hard, he put his arms in the air as if surrendering.

Sam let out a dry laugh. "because i want to forget eerything, and that is not going to happen naturally. I don't think that i can start over. My page is written in ink and and no matter how hard i try i can't erase it. Only scratching off all the words with a knife can make it somewhat clean again, even though the words have already been written, nothing will be able to change that, not unless god wants to change history. so, will you help me?"

"How can that be the wrong answer? do you want to know? what happened to me? My father was a doctor, sorta, more of a scientist i guess. I was his labrat. he made me bear excrusiating pain and he kept on saying that he actually loved me. no matter how loud i screamed, no matter how much i begged him to stop, to let me go. he'd have none of it. when i managed to get out, i joined a gang and saw horrible things, i did horrible things. then i was bitten and i went wild, my first night as a werewolf, i couldn't control it and i killed all of my fiends, een though we did horrible things together they were still the only people remotely close to beign friends. we had fun together. i knew secrets that they had entrusted to me. and then i killed them. I returned to my dad, but wouldn't touch me. my mom screamed at me, the woman who had never shed a tear, never protested against my fathers experimentation on me. she threw me out, stripping me of anything i had and casting me out of the family. I changed and ran all the way over here. If you won't do it then give me your gun and i'll end it myself." he said.

"he said it but he didn't mean it. do you seriously believe that he would've done that to me for fifteen years if he actually loved me? and i could see my friends die, I wasn't forced to, unlike you. i felt their hot blood under my claws. felt them fall apart and i didn't even blink." Sam sighed, "this is pointless, arguing like this. if you won't do it maybe i can breeze to death in that freak of a snowstorm." he said, turning away. "I'm sorry, at least you have Chloe."

[i got to go bye bye]]

sam winced at the pain, but he did stop. he limped around, "What?" he asked Soma.