Maybe you've seen many girls cry, but Sam... Her story is pretty different at the end.
Sam was a "newbie" at med school. She was young, she had eighteen years old. Some of my friends told me that she was bubbly, smiling, random, crazy and lovely, still she was mad, sometimes she was too impulsive. What I think is that Sam was just too complex to understand, like any other girl, but she found true meanings for every stupid little thing she ever saw, felt or had touch with.
People had different conceptions about Sam. Many people thought she was too happy or too excited, that she was kind of random, ridiculous and sometimes stupid. Many friends of her friends said that. Some people, thought of her as a nemesis. How come? I still don't know, she was only herself. For example, the new girlfriend of her ex-boyfriend, Loren, hates her for being what she is. Still she has that conception because of two reasons: 1) The words that Sam's ex-boyfriend says and 2) Her first conception about her (Some of Sam's true friends told her that the feeling that Loren has is called envy) About this situation, I think that Loren is scared or angry because Sam's ex-boyfriend still holds something about Sam, and THAT is not her fault. Others, had a neutral conception, not harming or not defending. They just thought: "Sam is Sam... No one else." I was one of those one day. Few ones, the ones who really got to meet her, knew that she was a girl trapped in the body of a teenager, some circumstances in her life made her grow up faster than many of her 'normal' mates. I guess, I got to know few things about Sam, but I really think that she was strong enough to wear a smile when she was crying inside, she was just a random girl that wanted to live.
How did I got to meet her? Well, I was studying at med school too. I used to see her when she walked in front of me. She used to walk with her boyfriend all the day long. It seemed like Sam was never bored of the things that her boyfriend said to her. She listened him closely, she smiled for him all the time. I can try to describe her, maybe her boyfriend would do that better than me. She was not too short, Sam had auburn hair, thin lips, her eyes were dark brown, she had a medium size hair. One day, I saw her walking alone, swallowing her tears. She asked for a friend, he was not there. She seemed to want arms to hold her as she fell down. <> I thought. The bubbly, smiling girl now looks sad. As soon as she turned around, she walked quickly to the backyard of the building. As she was walking, she started to cry. <> I walked behind her until I saw she sat in the yard and started crying without reserves. I did not know what to do. Soon, I thought, <>.
I approached to her silently and softly put my hand over her arm. Sam reacted instantly, she started wiping away the tears and trying to smile, still, she couldn't smile.
-What's wrong?-I asked.
-Umm... Nothing to worry about-she said.
-What's your name?
-My name? Well... I call myself Weeping Willow when I feel like this, but my name is Sam.
-Hi Sam. My name is Leonard.-I made a pause.- What are you doing here so lonely?
-Well... I can't lie. And now...-She made a pause- I need a friend.
-Maybe we're not friends, but I can listen to you. What do you say?
-Ok... I....-She made a pause- See that apple in the floor?
-Yep. It's bitten, it's rotten... it's a left over.
-Well... That's how I feel. -she said that as she stood up.
Sam started walking, as she cried. I followed her. She walked out of the university, and suddenly she stopped.
-What do you want Leonard? I already talked too much.
-I can't let you go like that. I mean...
-I wish He could do what you're doing.
-If you wish, you can say whatever you would like to say to him.
-Can I?
-Sure.
-Nathan...-she closed her eyes tightly- I just wish I meant much more than your pride. I just wish you could find in the pride you have, the love I can give. -She started crying- I just wish you were more tough and fought against your pride... I just wish... that one day you try to blame me for what I've done, and if that day you can blame me for doing nothing, well the one to blame is you. Because I fought against my own pride to look for you, to search for you, to find you, to hug you... to love you. But you left me. and it's ok... Sometimes, the pride can be more grateful than me.
As she finished, some raindrops started falling over our heads. Sam was there, crying with the sky. She turned away once again, she started walking and as she started walking the wind and the rain became more violent.The cap she had that day was blown away, I turned to catch it. Suddenly, I turned around and saw that Sam's feet were turning into roots, her tears became leaves, her auburn hair, that was floating in the wind, became wide, big branches and the blood stains from her arms became gorgeous blue roses at her feet.
I came back running, calling someone to help me. but no one believed me. After 72 hours, everyone was looking for her. Even that person that left her, and made her cry. He was looking after her desperately. And no one found her. The case was never solved. But, I know where she is, and she reminds me that rotten apples grow into big, beautiful trees.
When I came back to my old life, they asked me lots of times about what happened, I was the only witness and I had the truth. The only thing I can say is that Sam, the bubbly smiling girl disappeared. If they keep asking I tell them the truth:"That girl cried and cried that day, until she turned into a weeping willow..."
Me lleva a casa... Pero mi hogar está en sus brazos.
