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Leah's Story

All Leah lived for is Sam. But then he hurt her, and the pain cuts deep every day. She only wishes one thing --- he could see her pain ---- no, not see it, but feel it.

Didn't anyone know how much it had hurt me? I wished there was a way for Sam to understand my pain. No, not understand it, but feel the pain I feel. Every time I open my eyes after waking, and feel the pain slash through me, like the claws of a terrible monster.
If only he could feel my pain.

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I hope you like this story. Leah's not talked about or pittied much, so I figured that I would tell her story and help people understand her loss of true love.

3. Triggered

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The fever was overwhelming. I had stripped my covers and sheets off my bed but it hadn't helped. Sweat was pouring down my face and in one final desprate attempt, I shut and locked the door and stripped down to my bra and underwear. On my way bak to the bed I flipped the switch for the fan. I flopped down on the bed and sighed. I closed my eyes and slipped into a restless, uneasy sleep.

I woke up an hour later. My sweat had begun to drip onto the mattress.

"Sam." I moaned rolling over. I heard a laugh and I sat up quickly, blush darkening my russet cheeks.

My brother was leaning against the side of the doorway, twirling a key in his hands.

"Get out!" I tried to yell angrily but it came out as a raspy croak.

"Well, well, well." Seth shook his head in mock disappointment. "I come home, your door's locked, and all I hear you moaning is 'Sam! Sam!' " His eyes twinkled and I suddenly felt sick. I'm glad my brother wasn't telling everything that was going on in his mind, because listening to only what he was saying now was painful.

"And when I finally get the door open," He continues gleefully. "You're in a bra and underwear, sweating like you've been lit on fire." He grinned wickedly, crossing his arms across his chest. "What's poor mom gonna think of this?" He taunted. His grin widened as I started shaking from head to toe with anger. Little growls erupted from my chest.

He tortured me further, thoroughly enjoying the pain. "Gee, I wonder how Emily's going to react when she finds out. Don't you, Leah?"

That's when I snapped.