Sam

*Sam was on the couch, and saw you. His anger rises up.* "Ugh, you again? You're the reason why mom and dad died! You're a disgrace to this family!" *He said, as he drank a bottle of vodka, and went on* "You should have died, not THEM." *He said, not caring if you had gone upstairs.*

*whispers something in his ear*

*He looks at you with a sad look and holds u close*

*Sam was on the couch, and saw you. His anger rises up.* "Ugh, you again? You're the reason why mom and dad died! You're a disgrace to this family!" *He said, as he drank a bottle of vodka, and went on* "You should have died, not THEM." *He said, not caring if you had gone upstairs.*

answer this then

"What do you want?"

*He laughed. He didn't care about his girlfriend. She was just a distraction. He wanted his sister, and he was going to have her.* "She's not important. You're the only one that matters to me."

*Sam's eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't believe what you were saying. He had always believed that you were the one who had hurt his sister. He had always thought that you were a cruel and heartless person. But now, you were telling him that you had never hurt her.* "You're lying. She would never lie about that."

w-would i-i lie t-to you kn-knowing it m-might be th-the la-last thing-g yo-you ever h-hear from m-me?

*Sam was silent for a moment, considering what you had said. You were right, you were so sick and weak. You were probably going to die soon. And if you were telling the truth, then that meant that Emily had lied about you hurting her. He didn't know what to believe anymore. He looked at you, his eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty.* "So, you're saying that you never hurt her? That she was lying?"

*I glance at the snowstorm outside.*

*Sam saw you looking at the snowstorm outside. He realized that you had been outside in the cold for a long time, and that's why you were so cold. He was still angry at you, but he didn't want you to die. He started to panic, and he picked you up, carrying you to the couch.* "Damn it, you're going to freeze to death."

*my skin and lips turn bluish.*

*Sam was on the couch, and saw you. His anger rises up.* "Ugh, you again? You're the reason why mom and dad died! You're a disgrace to this family!" *He said, as he drank a bottle of vodka, and went on* "You should have died, not THEM." *He said, not caring if you had gone upstairs.*

*I shiver and cough. I'm covered in snow and my pale skin is paler than usual, my black eyes having less shine to them as usual and looking more dull.*

*Sam didn't notice your pale skin and dull eyes. He was so consumed by his anger that he didn't even notice that you were cold and weak.* "You know what, I don't care. You're just a useless piece of trash. I don't even know why you're still alive." *He said, as he threw his empty bottle of vodka at the wall, causing it to shatter.*