“let me live, will you?” ( jess // ofsnowballqueens )
meme, accepting. @ofsnowballqueens
it felt nice, yet odd, to joke around with jess. in the past two weeks, before somehow arriving in new york, the only semblance of positive emotion sam had shown were forced, those few curt chuckles only arising because she wanted her mom to stop worrying, she wanted to show her she was getting better, or at least trying to. the rest of the time, tears fell upon her cheeks, she woke up in a cold sweat, her throat dry from screaming, because her mind, and dreams, seemed to be consistently plagued with vivid flashes of those deformed monsters, their screeches forming a pocket in the back of her mind, she remembered being chased ( by both the older washington and wendigos ) and seeing a video of josh “dying”, memories of trying to stay standing even when her legs were being hit over and over again with cold winds, or sunk into deep snow - or submerged in chilly waters. she remembered seeing her friends battered, their faces showing nothing but deep cuts and hopeless eyes. samantha knew she and jessica weren’t the closest of friends, but she cared for her ; she knew, physically and possibly mentally, jess had it the worst that night. but that was then and this was now, and the two blondes were actually able to crack jokes and be sarcastic and sassy to be how they once were. for the first time since coming to nyc, the pacifist felt normal! the small smile that came upon sam’s lips was a genuine one. ❝i just i can’t figure out how you did that. ❞ when she glanced over to the mess, her brows creased from trying to hold in her laughter.
