.Sam.

Sam gripped her guitar tighter as she slowly stood wobbling a bit. She quietly stepped out her room with the guitar dragging behind her. She walk into the living room stopping when she spots her fathers back. "Go ahead... kill him." The voice grow louder making it ring in her ears. She took a step, then another, until she was standing behind him. He turned around from wiping down the table. He jumped when he saw her standing there with murder in her eyes. "And what are you doing outside your room?" He asked cold before turning away again and walking to sink. Sam looked at him, "Will you stay with me?" She asked him stepping a bit closer behind his back. "What are you talking about demon child?" he snapped washing the rag under water. "No one will ever stay with a shell of the de-" before he could finish his sentence, Sam grips the guitar tightly with both hands and swings it against his head. The guitar hits the side of his making him colapso instantly. Sam stood over him and started slamming the guitar into huis head repeatedly. His skull split open instantly on the second impact. Brain matter and blood splattered every where. Her white guitar looked like a crime seen. Crimson red stained the white plastic, as she kept slamming it into his already fucked up head. A eyeball rolled on the ground before she finally stopped. "AHHH!" A screamed rang out, high and raw. Sam snapped her head to the door way where Emily stood with a horrified look. "What did you do?!" She screamed stepping back, as Sam leaned her guitar against the counter and took a step forward. "Well you stay with me mommy?" She asked slowly walk towards Emily. "Don't call me that you demon! Your not my child!" She yelled before turning around and sprint down the hallway. Sam instantly started running too until she was right behind her mom. Sam body slammed her to the ground with a loud thump. Emily flipped on her back trying to get on her feet. Sam layed beside her before getting up and pinning her down by her throat. Sam tightens her grip of her mothers neck. "Why won't you stay with me!?" She screamed as her mother  clawed at her arms, but she didn't care. "Why didn't you love me!" "Sa-sam... l-l-let go..." Emily gasped struggling to breath. Sams anger grow as she gripped her neck harder. "Kill her... she doesn't love you." The voice came back louder then ever this time, making it ring in her head. She tighen her grip one last time while tears fell from her eyes and onto Emilys face. Not a bit after Emily finally stopped fighting and dropped her hands. Sam kept her hands round her neck second longer before releasing her and watch as her lifeless head rolled to the side. "Now you can stay with me forever." Sam straightened up with a wide grin on her face. She wiped the remaining tears off her cheeks and stood up. She grabbed her mom by the hair and dragged her into the kitchen. She sat her into a chair at the dining table, and did the same with her dad. His head... well what was left of his head hanged backwards. Sam stood there with a grin. "Now you guys can stay with me forever." Sam clapped her hands together with a creepy happy grin. She sat at the table with them. Finally they'll stay forever.

[Im gonna make a fanfit of her living in the Slender mansion. So if you want to read that I'll post it when Im done😋]

Sam slowly sat on her floor cradling her guitar like a baby. "God your the only one who stayed." She said mostly to herself as she kept petting her beautiful guitar. Oh how she loved that guitar. They thought she was useless. Broken. A FUCKING SHELL! like she didn't have a soul! They called her a demon child. They... hated her. Why? Because she looked different? Because of her black eyes? Its just a FUCKING eye color! Sam instantly got annoyed, something she barely did. Why did she have to suffer? Why dose she have to put up with them? Its not fair. Not fair. Not fair. Not fair. NOT FIAR! "Kill them..." a low statistic voice called out to her. Sam lifted her head and looked around her dark room for where the sound came from. "Kill them Sam..." it called out to her once again. "They won't stay until you kill them..." the voice said again louder this time. "If I kill them they'll stay with me? Forever?" Sam asked raising her head even more with a glimpse of hope in her eyes. "Yes..." the voice responded with the toon getting louder.

For the last few days, it was just the same for Sam. Sit on the floor naked chained to the wall, and seeing that white man. Going To The church, seeing the white man. Being beaten, going back to her room, and seeing the white man... until one day. Sam was doing her regular routine on Fridays... resisting the Bible. She stayed knelt on the floor, her bare body in a praying position. Her mom stood on the side of her with a pot of boiling hot water staring down at her with disappointment. Mrs Miller stands in front of her holding the Bible in both hands. "Continue..." he orders. "For I know the plans I have for you... declares-" "To slow." Mrs Miller cuts in while nodding at Emily. She sighed and pored the boiling water onto Sams already burned back. Sam instantly screamed as the water immediately burned the scar open, once again. "You shall not scream you devils shell! People like you are born to serve as a shell for Satan!" Mrs Miller yelled loud and cold. Sam kept her head head down whimpering and sobbing silently. "We've been doing this since you were 5. You should know what to say." Emily said looking down at her with boiling hate in her eyes. Sam does. She knows every fucking word! She knows everything about that dam book! EVERYTHING! And they think she knows nothing! "Just go to your room already. Maybe tomorrow you'll be acting right." He sighed slamming the book closed, as Sam slowly walked back her and closed the door behind her.

She walks to the corner and watches everybody. Everyone's having fun. Sam dragged her eyes around the room, smiles, laughter, and... something else. An unnatural tall man with pale skin. White as snow, and... no face? He wore a black suit with a black tie, and stood perfectly still behind the fence. He didn't move just stared. Well is he had eyes he would.  Sam looked back at him with her same blank face. She slowly raised her hand and waved at the thing. "What are you doing?" Mrs Miller snapped in voice cold and sharp. "Nothing father." Sam slammed her hand back behind her back and looked away from the backyard.  "Well were leaving soon." He truns back on his heel and walks away again. Sam nodded before looking back at the backyard for the thing, but sadly nothing. "Sam! Sweetie!" Max yelled running down the stairs with something large behind his back. Sam turned her body to the staircase to meet Max. He slid to a stop with a smile that stretched to his ears. "You're mom said you guys where leaving soon soooo. I thought I'd give you your gif now." He smiles at her before pulling out a guitar from his back. A white electric guitar with a black strap. God it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. "You dad said you liked music," that was a lie. She didn't even know what music was if it wasn't the church music. "So I got ya a guitar." He held out the guitar with a little chuckle at Sams amazed face. "T-thank you, uncle Max..." she slowly raised her hands and took the guitar with careful hands. "God this is heavy." Sam thought cradling the guitar with a smile. Not one of those fake ones. This one was a real one. "Thank you Max. She'll for sure take care of it." Emily cut into this little happy moments. Sam instantly dropped her face back to its blank stare. "We must be heading out now though." She said placing a hand on Sams shoulder. "Oh uhh... well see you guys at church in a few weeks." Max looked a bit unsure but still smiled as he waved them out the door. Emily gave Sam look from the side of her eye. "You do know that that's just heavy plastic." She said voice dead and cold like always. Sam would normally nod, or say "I know mother.", but this time she just sat in the back stroking the guitar softly with a grin. 

Time skip of 48 minutes] They soon arrive they arrive at the party. A big house compared to their's, it was large. Mrs Miller stops the car and kills the engine. "Remember, always smile when your talking to someone" he says looking back at Sam form the side of his eye. Sam looked up from her lap, "Yes father..." she nodded. He nodded and stepped out the car while Emily, and Sam follows. They walk in though the door and instantly got bombarded. "There gos the birthday girl!" A old guy that looked maybe 35 to 41 yelled. He wore a black sleeve less shirt and blue ripped jeans. He walked over to Emily and gave her the biggest hug Sam had ever seen. "How have you been sis? I haven't seen you in forever." The guy steps back but keeps one hand on Emilys shoulder. "We've been amazing. Ever since Sam was born, nothing has ever been better." She say nodding softly as she put a hand on Sams shoulder. It wasn't ruff but it was hard enough to bruise. "Well that good." The guy took his hand off her shoulder and bent down to get to eye level with Sam... and smiled. Someone smiled at her! Not a fake one either. Someone was happy to see her. "So are you ready for your 17 birthday?" He asked putting a thumbs up to her. "Of course she is." Mrs Miller cut in stepping in front of Sam a bit. The man looked confused when he talked for her but just shrugged it off. "Sam, this is your uncle Max." Emily said putting her hands behind her back like a soldier. "Hello uncle Max..." Sam repeated the name like testing deep water. Max looked a bit worried, but didn't question it. "Well you have kids about your age outside I think." He straightened up and nugged his thumb to the back yard. "Why don't you go play, while the grown-up talk?" He said winking at Sam with a smile. Sam looked at her parents then slowly walked to the back door and peered out. The backyard was filled with kids around 5 all the way up go 19 playing. She was stunned, she never seen so many people have fun. Mind you she never want to her room unless it for church related. She slowly stepped outside and quietly stood in the corner. A few kids stopped to look at her, then want back to playing like she was nothing. A few minutes of just standing there a girl with light brown hair and green eyes walked up her with a smile. "Hey are you Sam?" She asked with her smile growing even wider evey second. "Yes. I am Sam." Sam nods her head slightly as a greeting. The girl looked at Sam for a longer more before her smiled started to wither. Sam had the face of a dead person when she's not talking. So flat. So boring. So... easy to put on all the time. The girl looked disturbed, like if someone told her she ate shit. "We-well happy birthday..." the girl choked out before turning around and walking away. Why was it that no one wanted to talk to her? Why couldn't she keep someone who liked her? WHY?! Sam felt a pit build up in her stomach. Rage? Sadness? She did know what this feeling was. Her eyebrow twitched a bit. Why doesn't anyone want to stay? All she needs is someone who STAYED. "Its cake time everyone!" Max yelled from the door as bodys of kids spilled intot the house. Cake? What was that? Sam slowly followed the crowd inside. A lot of people were crowding around a table with a big cake sitting top. Sam looked confused "Sam, come up doll." Max grabbed Sams arm not hard... it was soft just ferm. He pulled her up to the table right in front of the cake. "Go ahead make a wish and blow out  candles." Max gently put both of his hands on Sams shoulders and gave them a soft shove. Sam closed her eyes and made a wish. "Someone save me..." she whispered under her breath before she blew out the candles. Everyone clapped and cheered for Max to cut the cake. Max clapped with a bright smile on his face before walking away into the kitchen and coming back with a knife. He walks beside Sam with the knife and starts to cut the cake. Sam steps aside when he starts serving cake.

Its was morning, maybe around 7am. The bright sun bleeds though a window into a bedroom of some sorts. A girl with long dark brown hair, and pitch black eyes sits on floor with a metal chocker chaining her to the wall. She sits with her knees tightly to her chest, as she rest her head on them. The door swings open to a 40 year old woman standing there wearing a dark blue long sleeved shirt and a black skirt that want down to her ankles. She stands there with a pair of clothes in her hands. "There is a event me and your father need you to attend Sam." Emily said walking to her and setting the clothes on the floor next to Sam. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a key and unlocking the chain from her neck. Emily stood up and walked back out the room, leaving Sam alone once again. Sam slowly stood wobbling a bit as she picked up the clothes and walked to the only furniture in her room. A mirror. She looked at herself in silence. The bruises, the cuts, and that one red patch of burned skin on her back. She slowly put on the clothes in deafening silence. She wore a black shirt that want down to her ankles and up to her stomach. A white polo was neatly tucked in, but was causing problems with the burn scar on her back. With black marry Janes and white socks that tied the outfittogether. She looked like a doll. A perfect one that everyone wanted. She walked out her room with the same dead pan expression she always had. She walked the stairs and into the living room where her so called parents were. Her mother sat on a chair reading the Bible for the hundredth time. While her dad stood in front of a mirror fixing his tie. "Ahh there you are." Emily said closing the Bible and setting it aside. "Today we will be attending a birthday party that was held for you." Mrs Miller said finally turning around but not even looking at her at lot. "Its my birthday?" Sam asked raising a eyebrow at that fact. She never had a birthday party, let alone acknowledge that it was something to celebrate. They'd normally tell her to recite the Bible, and is made even one mistake they would pour boiling water oh her nud body. The same thing ever since she was 5 years old. "Yes, your uncle thought since you were turning 17. You should have a birthday party." Emily looked upset but didn't voice it. "We want you to be on your best behavior." Mrs Miller cross his arms with narrowing eyes. "Recite the rules of going out."  Sam straighten up with hands before her back. "Rule 1: never eat. Rule 2: never look sinful. Rule 3: never talk unless token to. Rule 4: always say good things about mother and father." Sam states looking dead inside if anything. "And you know the consequences if you brake one of them right?" Mrs Miller asked looking more upset as he stares at her. Of course she does. "Not eating for 3 months." Sam stated. She was use to not eating. They barely feed her if anything. Emily stood up and grabbed her purse, slumping it on her shoulder. "With that be said. We must be on our way." She said walking to the door while Mrs Miller followed clearly behind.

Have you ever felt useless? Not important? Or just sad? Well let me tell you about a girl, a girl named Sam... Back in 1995 , a baby girl was born. "Isn't she pretty?" A lady in a hospital gown, with long black hair that spilled over her shoulders like spilled ink. Her eyes where brown as melting chocolate. A man with short black hair and light brown eyes, in a white polo and dark blue jeans. He holds a cross necklace in his hands, and a soft smile on his face. "God has blessed us with a beautiful baby girl." He announces, clapping his hands together and holding them up in a praying position. The woman cradles the baby as it crys, tiers running down the baby's cheeks. A nurse walks into the room with a clipboard and smile on her face. "Nice to meet you Miss, and Mrs Miller. Im here to get the name you want to name your baby girl." The nurse with the name tag 'Lauren' requests. "Yes, me and my wife, Emily were thinking of Samantha." Mrs Miller responds putting a hand on Emilys shoulder with that same soft smile. Emily nods and strokes the babys head with soft hands. Nurse Lauren nods and writes it down on the clipboard. "Samantha Miller, what a great choice."  Lauren says pushing back a strand of hair behind her ear. Emily continues to strokes Sams head before she flutters her eyes open. Pitch black. All the way through. No color at all. "Aww look at that her eyes-" "Are the resemblance of the devil! Only the devil cares such eyes!" Mrs Miller cuts off Lauren with a look of discussed on his face. The Miller where a well known religious family. They always go to church, hell they own a church. Lauren looks at him with a horrified face. Emily looks at him then back down at Sam with disappointment. "Sir... its just a eye color." Lauren says holding the clipboard tight to her chest. "No. Me and my wife have brown eyes. And that THING has pitch black eyes." Mrs Miller is clearly getting upset by this point. Lauren looks at him then at Emily for back up... nothing. She looks at both of them then at the baby before walking out of the hospital room, and closing the door before her. Mrs Miller sits in a chair next to the bed with a frustrated look on his face. "We prayed evey day, and god has given us a demon." He looks at Sam with hate in his eyes. "This could be a challenge from god. He wanted us to change this demon into a angel." Emily suggested putting the down on her lap and putting her hands in a praying position. Mrs Miller looks at her then at Sam, "God has gave us a demon baby, and you're treating this like a joke." He says pinching the bridge of his nose in disappointment. Emily puts her hands down and side eyes him with challenge. "This is a baby goddammit. This is our responsibility. God gave us a BROKEN GIFT, so we take the gift no matte r what." She remarks him before looking back at down at Sam with judgment.