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North African Landscape by The City College of New York Via Flickr: Artist: Bargheer, Eduard, 1901-1979 Watercolor over pencil, 1949 11.75"x16.25" Location: North Academic Center, Cohen Library Archives & Special Collections Gift of the Estate of Charles Z. Offin (Class of 1920)

-Run- Samantha was walking through the cold streets of New York, she had been released from treatment under the impression she had been cured of the voice in her head. Of course, she knew that it would be back... It always came back, the memories, and what had happened. She shook her head rubbing her arms, moving through the snow, it was mid winter; just after Christmas, when she had met Spencer Vernon. Sam had no where to go, and no idea where to even go for shelter. Spencer, at the time was homeless and living out of his car. His appearance proved otherwise, his pale face was unshaven. His eyes had dark rings under them and he smelled like he had not showered in months. His kindness was what struck her as odd. "Hey, you can't just sleep out there in the cold. Get in here." He said, in a somewhat stern, yet gentile tone. Don't go in there. A male voice hissed into her ear. Sam turned to where she heard the voice, yet saw nothing. That was when Spencer had tapped her shoulder; "Come on. We're both going to freeze to death if you don't hurry up. All of her instincts told her that it could be a trap, yet the look in his eyes wasn't that of lust or desire, it was of concern. Sam felt she had to take a chance, free shelter was free shelter, after all. She had spent a few nights with Spencer, listening to him talk on about how he shouldn't have done this, or he shouldn't have said that to whomever. It made her wonder if he was just as insane as she was at times. She supposed that's why she liked him so much. He was different, sure he smoked a lot, but he seemed to still be able to go on living. Sam really liked that about him, that Spencer, as much as he thought his life was terrible and going nowhere; never gave up on anything he started. He had his breaking points, and times where he felt he was the lowest of the low. Yet he always found that happiness again, and it made Sam believe in herself to get better. Though Jareth had destroyed every bit of that, muttering; You don't deserve happiness... Not after what you've done to me. How could you complete anything without me? You're a fool to think you could ever do that. You can't do anything right, Samantha. Sam supposed that's why she shut people out the way she did. Jareth was a constant factor, always tormenting her, hounding her sleep. The first few nights with Spencer were extremely restless ones. Jareth constantly hissing into her ear; He's going to ruin everything. Abandon you after he's done with you. Jareth was the only one who stayed, yet he was like the wind, coming and going when he pleased, or wanted to tell her something. Yet his presence was always there, she always felt him with her. Jareth was a man with a rugged face, piercing blue eyes and dark hair. He was your typical bad boy, yet he was never like that to Sam. Sometimes she wondered if she was in love with him, but most of the Sam just wanted him to leave her alone. To disappear forever and to never come back. He seemed to ruin her life and drive her to insanity where she was usually found curled up and crying. Something he had to hide from Spencer, her own self loathing and insanity. She supposed it was because she felt that he wouldn't want her company anymore hearing all the crazy nonsense that goes on in her mind.

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