Ginger Snaps - Haunted

Sorry that this chapter is so short... it¡¦s kind of a filler chapter... if I added it to the one before or after it would just be way too long... However, there is a little something in here for all you lovely people on fanfiction.com... ƒº

Brigitte took a deep breath as she moved here head closer to the door. On one hand, she wanted to know if Sam really was doing what Ginger said he was doing, but, on the other, what if he was... She really didn¡¦t want to listen to that! She was confused however, when she heard... nothing. Absolutely no sound came from the bathroom. Brigitte span round to confront Ginger, but her sister had disappeared. Brigitte frowned and cursed to herself. Why did she still listen to Ginger, even after her death? But, as she turned to walk away, she heard something from the bathroom. The sound was muffled and unclear, so she returned to the door. Listening carefully, she heard a sound that she really didn¡¦t think she would be hearing. Sniffing. Was Sam crying? No... Sam didn¡¦t cry! So the only other explanation was that he was doing drugs. How dare he do drugs when she was in the next room sleeping! She didn¡¦t mind him doing drugs, but he always asked first! Brigitte suddenly filled with rage. She just couldn¡¦t believe that Sam had the nerve to do drugs while she slept in the next room, seemingly unaware of his actions. Brigitte pulled open the door of the bathroom, ready to confront Sam, only to be met with the sight of a broken man. Sam was on the floor, he had his knees up against his chest, and he held his head in his hands. He was indeed, crying, but he was trying to hold the tears back. His fingers were placed in his hair, and it was obvious he was gripping his hair hard. Occasionally, he would sniff, but other than that, there was no other sign that he was really... there. He hadn¡¦t even noticed Brigitte storm into the room.
¡§Sam...¡¨ Brigitte whispered. ¡§Are you okay?¡¨ Her voice was shaking, she was terrified that something was wrong with Sam. She couldn¡¦t lose him too. ¡§Sam?¡¨ Her voice was louder this time, more urgent, but still there was no reply, no sign that he even knew she was in the room. Brigitte approached him slowly, maybe he was sleepwalking? Did Sam sleepwalk? She wondered. He¡¦d never mentioned it, but then again, the topic had never come up. Brigitte was kneeling next to Sam now, but he was still yet to notice her. Brigitte reached out to touch him, but thought better of it and pulled her hand back. ¡§Sam?¡¨ she questioned. Still, he did not move. This time she found enough courage to reach out and nudge his shoulder with her fingers. Sam jumped and turned to face Brigitte. His eyes were red and damp with tears. He looked so lost and scared, Brigitte just wanted to reach out and hug him, but she couldn¡¦t bring herself to do it.
¡§Brigitte?¡¨ Sam questioned. He seemed confused as to why Brigitte was in the bathroom with him.
¡§You okay?¡¨ Brigitte asked. She tried to hide the concern in her voice. After her dream the night before she was hyper- aware of any signals she might be giving Sam. Sam suddenly seemed aware of the tears in his eyes, and the tragic look in his face. He sat up straight and wiped his eyes furiously before he answered.
¡§Fine,¡¨ he said his voice cold, harsh and distant. Brigitte frowned, her concerns for him deepened. He didn¡¦t seem ¡¥fine¡¦. Sam seemed to notice that she didn¡¦t believe him because again, he said ¡§Fine!¡¨ his tone of voice was raised. ¡§I¡¦m fine! Just leave me alone!¡¨ he cried, and with that he leapt to his feet and stormed past Brigitte. For a few seconds, Brigitte didn¡¦t know what to do. Brigitte followed him, now determined to find out exactly what was up with Sam.
¡§Have you taken anything?¡¨ She asked him, her voice angrier than she intended. Sam didn¡¦t look at her, he simply flopped onto his bed and hid his face in his pillow.
¡§I haven¡¦t taken any-fucking-thing,¡¨ he growled, his voice muffled, but the anger and annoyance in it ringing out loud and clear. Brigitte was annoyed now. Sam was almost certainly lying. He had no reason too! They were meant to be friends, after everything they had gone through together in the last few days, weeks even, did they really have any secrets. Apart from the fact that I¡¦m in love with him! Brigitte thought grimly.
¡§Don¡¦t lie to me Sam! Come on, what the fuck have you taken!¡¨ Brigitte said her annoyance with him clear. Sam groaned and rolled over so he was facing her. He looked her straight in the eyes as he growled out his answer.
¡§I. Have. Taken. Fuck. All.¡¨ He said, saying each word slowly and carefully. Brigitte felt a stab of hurt pierce her at the tone of his voice. She hated it when people she cared about were rude or horrible to her.
¡§Well do you know what Sam, I don¡¦t believe you!¡¨ Brigitte yelled furiously. ¡§You¡¦re a fucking junkie! Everyone knows that! Now tell me what the fuck you¡¦re on!¡¨ Sam¡¦s eyes widened in shock. He wasn¡¦t used to Brigitte being so angry with him, and to be honest, it upset him. Right now however, he was too far into his rage to care. Instead of being honest with Brigitte he stood up and got right in her face, so close, their nose¡¦s almost touched. She tried to back away, but he simply grabbed her by the shoulders, holding her so she couldn¡¦t move away.
¡§I have not taken any fucking drugs Brigitte. Want to know why? Ever since that fucking monkshood I haven¡¦t been able to do any drugs without being fucking ill! I can¡¦t even have a few drinks without getting wasted!¡¨ Sam¡¦s voice was calm, but it still managed to send waves of fear through Brigitte. She couldn¡¦t speak, couldn¡¦t move... she was too scared of Sam. Sam seemed to pick up on this, he loosened his grip and dropped his head. Brigitte gulped and pulled herself free, her fear melting away once contact with Sam had been broken.
¡§Then what the fuck Sam?¡¨ she asked, an eyebrow raised. Sam ignored her question and pushed past her. Without a backward glance, he sat down in front of the TV and started flicking aimlessly through the channels. Brigitte¡¦s annoyance peaked. Why the hell was he being so rude! What the hell had she done to make him this mad? ¡§Seriously Sam, what the fuck?¡¨ She said as she stood in front of the TV, preventing Sam from changing channels. Sam sighed and threw the controller down next to him.
¡§Move Brigitte,¡¨ he said, not bothering to even look her in the eye.
¡§No! Tell me what¡¦s wrong Sam,¡¨ Brigitte demanded. She was shaking so much. She wasn¡¦t used to standing her ground. Especially not with guys.
¡§I told you to fucking move Brigitte, now MOVE!¡¨ Sam yelled the last word. He had to clench his fists to prevent him from getting up and physically moving Brigitte from in front of the TV. Sam McDonald did not hit women... Brigitte however, stood her ground. Although now she was visibly shaking, she did not move or back down.
¡§No! Tell me what¡¦s wrong Sam, I¡¦m worried,¡¨ Brigitte whispered this time. In part to hide the fear and pain in her voice, and also in hope that it would drive a reaction out of Sam. It did, however it was not the reaction that Brigitte had hoped for. Instead of informing her of what was wrong with him, Sam simply got up and walked off.
¡§I¡¦m fine Brigitte,¡¨ he said, his voice completely free of the anger that had been there only moments ago. Brigitte followed Sam and grabbed his arm before he could escape into the bathroom.
¡§Have I don¡¦t something wrong?¡¨ Brigitte whispered, her voice thick with emotion, tears in her eyes. As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized that this was the only other explanation for Sam¡¦s behaviour. Sam¡¦s eyes widened in horror. How could Brigitte believe she had done something wrong? He span round to face her and placed a reassuring hand on her cheek.
¡§No! Brigitte... god no, you¡¦ve done nothing wrong! NOTHING! Don¡¦t you believe that this is anything to do with you,¡¨ Sam whispered, his voice filled with desperation as he tried to convince Brigitte that she was not reasonable for his anguish.
¡§Then what?¡¨ Brigitte whispered. Sam said nothing, and simply ducked his head. Brigitte had to take a deep breath before she spoke again, just encase she yelled at him. ¡§Please,¡¨ she whispered. Sam looked up, but didn¡¦t meet her eye. A few times he opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Eventually, he bit down on his lip and walked off. ¡§Tell me!¡¨ Brigitte demanded. Her voice wasn¡¦t angry or upset, but it let Sam know that she¡¦d had enough. Sam stopped in his tracks, knowing that if he didn¡¦t give Brigitte an honest answer, Brigitte would probably walk off, and the streets, practically those of an unknown city, were dangerous for a 15 year old. Especially one like Brigitte. He turned to face her, this time looking her directly in her eyes.
¡§I think I¡¦m falling for you!¡¨ He cried, and before Brigitte could react to his words, Sam rushed forward, and placed his lips gently against hers...