by PftFan99
A Seddie Story...
Sam's POV
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I sling my suitcase onto my bed.
I know I swore to never go back.
But that was the past.
I'm fed up with the pain thats riling up inside of me.
If only I was the girl Freddie knelt down to that day.
I stuff all the clothes I owned in the suitcase.
I'm not really planning on coming back here.
Thats why I am packing everything I have, and leaving. This place, I don't own it.
So, all I have here, is food, and clothes.
And all this other crap...
I have finish packing. And as I look back toward my apartment,
I don't regret anything.
I drag my suitcase to the door, and look over to the table next to the door.
My knife.
Mustn't forget that, shall I?
I reach my hand over, and hold onto the knife with a strong grip.
I stuff it in one of the pockets on the side of my belt.
Goodbye Florida, Hello Seattle.
