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i am 14 years old, i play the drums, some of the bands i listen to are good charlotte, simple plan, my chemical romance, murderdolls, marilyn manson, ect...., i skatebored, play airsoft, paint ball, and i love to play soccer, softball, and football, i live in florida, and i have a boyfriend and have had a boyfriend for 9 months so ya thats about it review for me please
|Author of 1 Pieces
good charlotte helps sam -
Sam struck herself with the razorblade for the fifth time that day. She watched as the blood oozed from her arm and then grabbed a tissue to wipe it away. She sat on the toilet seat and watched as little bits of her life came flowing out of her arm. She threw away her tissue and grabbed some more. Pulling down her hoodie sleeve she walked out of the bathroom and down towards the kitchen, but heard her parents fighting as usual so she turned around and walked back into her room. A dark place with very few "happy" things. The walls were plastered with pictures of her favorite band: Good Charlotte. They were black underneath the pictures. There were clothes over the floor and a stand-up mirror that had a crack going right through it, from where Sam had punched it. She flung herself on her bed and started to cry. Then she took out her headphones and turned on her CD. The Young and the Hopeless. She turned on Hold On and sat back and listened as Joel's voice cut in. She stood up, looking for something to do when she caught a glance at herself in the mirror, a tall girl, with big brownish black eyes with black, red, and blue hair. She had her eyebrow pierced and her lip pierced. She had some tattoo's and was planning on getting more when she moved out on her own which would hopefully be when she turned 19. She usually wore black and for this people hated her. They pointed and stared making their comments as she passed alone. She was what you can call an outsider.
She turned away from the mirror because she hated herself, she hated looking at herself because she knew the pain it would bring. She felt something trickle down her arm and looked down and saw the blood, she thought she had gotten rid of it but she didnít. She decided she would write a letter to her idols, she got out a piece of paper and a pen. And wrote:
My name is Samantha Goodman, most people call me Sam, or Sammy. I just wanted to write to let you know that I love you guys and your music. You inspire me everyday to move on with my life and not to let go, even though it is hard to stay here when my life is the way it is. I am 18 years old. I know you guys probably donít like reading about my problems but I do need to tell someone before I go. I do not fit in. at all. Everyone hates me, my dad drinks...a lot and he hits me. My mother is usually out, she pretends she cares but I know the only reason they keep me here is money. I had to let you guys know at least that I love you all. I have thought long and hard about what im going to do. And I know now that it is the only thing left for me to do. I do hope you read this letter, but if not. I will rest assured that someone could have known. Love always,
She reread her letter many times and finally decided it was right. She wanted to post it right away so she folded it up and walked out the back door with Hold on still blaring in her ears from being on continous play. She posted it and then started to short walk home. The air was cool and damp, but Sam didnít notice. She was thinking about what she would do. She was going to wait for 3 more weeks then she could be sure the letter was there and maybe even get a reply back, but any way it happened she was going to finally be happy.
The weeks passed and so did Sam's hope. She had checked the mail everyday since she posted her letter and nothing only bills ever came. So her mind was made up, the only people she thought would care...didnít care at all. She was going to do it Friday. After school on Thursday she went to check the mail hoping for some last thing to make her happy, and there it was. A letter addressed to Sammy Goodman. She took the mail and for the first time in several weeks she smiled as she ripped open the letter. To find :
We know how you feel. Hold On, were on our way.
The GC guys!
She put the letter away, she was so pissed. All these weeks and that was all she got? She didnít exactly know what the letter meant, nor did she care anymore. She went to bed that night still pissed off and thinking about that letter.
The next day in school, everything went the same. People laughed, People stared, said their nasty comments but today Sam shrugged it off, knowing it would all be over soon. When she got home, she was walking to her room and her father stopped her and started hitting her and punching her saying "You were the biggest mistake" and "I hate you Samantha" but when he stopped Sam looked at him and smiled and said, "I love you dad" and turned and walked away leaving her father staring at her. She walked into her room and then walked into her bathroom. She closed the door and looked at herself in the mirror for a while. Then she laid some towels on the floor for when she fell, she wouldn't fall hard. Then she looked at herself for several minutes and took out some of her best razor blades. As she began cutting herself, she thought about everything that happened in her life and it only made her cut harder. After about 20 minutes of cutting she had succeeded. She felt her life being swept from her, cut after cut. And as she looked around herself one last time, she fell. But before she reached the floor, the bathroom door burst open and she fell into the arms of Benji Madden.
When she woke up, she heard the sound of beeping so she figured she was in the hospital. The last thing she remembered was falling. She struggled to open her eyes and whispered, "What happened?" Then she heard, "You tried to commit suicide. We got to your house just in time. We brought you here and now they said you'll be better in a few days." Sam looked around and saw Benji. She gasped,Ē Benji? Is that you?" Benji laughed and said, "Yea, itís me." Then she looked around and saw Paul Thomas, Billy Martin, Chris Wilson and Joel Madden. She asked, ďWhat are you guys doing here?" Benji said," We got your letter, wrote something back real quick and followed your address and got here in time." Sam didnít know what to think or say. She was mad at them for not letting her go. Things would never be the same again. Tears started to slowly run down her cheeks and then she heard, ďSam, Were going to help you get through this. We are going to bring you home and come by everyday and talk. ďChris said. Sam said, "Thanks guys but what about the tour, your fans and your families?" "Well our fans can wait and im sure they wonít mind, as for our families well we donít see them that often anyways. We want to help." Billy said scratching his chin.
The days went by and soon Sam was released from the hospital. The guys were going to bring her home, help her get settled in and then come by her house everyday and call. When they got there they all helped walk her in and her father saw them and said, "Where have you been young lady? Out with these street punks?" Sam just hung her head waiting for the next comment. "Excuse me sir, but your daughter was in the hospital for attempted suicide!" Benji said sounding annoyed at her father. ďSuicide eh? Well Sammy why didnít you just go all the way with it? It would have been doing the whole world a favor." Her father replied as her slumped off for another beer. Sam started to cry and Joel hurried over to her, holding her in his arms he told her everything would be okay. Benji went over to Sam and told her that they werenít going to leave her there and to go get her suitcase. Sam smiled a little and walked pass her father who was now standing in the doorway, gapping at what Benji just did. She walked to her room grabbing two suitcases, filling one with pictures, cd's, her cd walkman and make up and an extra pair of sneakers. Then filled the other one with clothes. Locking her door on the way out she walked down the hallway towards the living room. Benji was still staring at her father who was now watching wrestling and drinking his beer, Joel and Chris hurried over to Sam and took her suitcases for her. Billy and Paul helped her out of the house, shortly after followed by Benji who slammed to door so hard a picture inside fell off the wall and cracked in two. They went back out on the bus and Billy showed Sam around. He told her not to be shy and to make herself at home. Sam felt like she was intruding and just taking up space so she asked him, "Are you sure its okay for me to stay here? I feel like im just taking up space." "Donít feel like that, you are allowed to stay here for as long as you want. We have an extra bunk, itís under Benji's bunk though, hope you donít mind."
Sam smiled and said, "Not at all."
Over the next few weeks, Sam was feeling more at home. The guys were making her feel welcome. Since she was now living with them, they went to concerts. Sam was allowed to come to all of them, and she went to most of them, sitting backstage. One particular show, Benji called her out on stage. She was nervous and confused, but she slowly made her way out there. Benji came over and grabbed her hand and pulled her over to where he was standing before and said," This is Sammy Goodman, She's 18 and will hopefully be touring with us for the rest of our lives. She is a very good friend of ours and I would like to tell you a bit about her if she donít mind." Sam said she didnít mind at all and that he could tell them anything. He told them about her life, and her being suicidal. He also mentioned how they had saved her and were now helping her get back on track. When he was done the whole crowd applauded and Sam found herself smiling, and glad she hadnít killed herself that night.
When they got home, Billy, Joel, Paul and Chris went to bed but Benji had a shower and stayed up a little bit. Him and Sam were watching TV, they watch MTV Cribs with Beyonce. After about a couple hours they were tired and went to bed.
The next morning everyone was gone to an interview besides Billy and Chris. Chris was still asleep and Sam was up talking to Billy. He was playing video games and Sam was watching. "Hey Billy, I heard you have a girlfriend." Billy smiled and said, "Yea I do, her name's Linzi. "Well Iíd like to meet her sometime." Sam said. "You might be able to, she's coming here in a few days." He finished. He got up, turned off his x-box and was going to get a cookie when Chris walked out. "Hey Hey Luda!" He said laughing. Chris looked at him and said smiling, ďShut Up Hamster Boy!"
The day passed and as Sam was growing to love living on the tour bus and was also developing a big crush on benji. He was one of her best friends and she felt she could tell him anything. One day as they were all hanging out watching a movie the phone rang. It was for Sam. Benji handed her the phone and she answered it, ďHello?" "Samantha Alexander Goodman! Where have you been?" It was her mother. How did she find her here? "Mom? How did you know where I was?" "Never mind that young lady. When do you plan on coming home?" "Im not coming home mom. I am with some really nice people, who like me. Im staying with them for a while, no matter what you say, im not coming home." And with that Sam hung up on her mother. Hoping she would never contact her again.
One day while out in a big park walking with benji they passed many security guards. Sam wondered why there were so many in a park and benji wondered too, so he went up to one and asked him. He said that "there was reports of murder in the park. There were many trees in the park and a lot of paths, so it was possible for him or her to be anywhere and to be on the look-out." benji was alarmed that there would be murder's in a park, but kept on walking. They started walking down a big trail with lots of trees and they were talking more about benji's life and then Sam's life. Suddenly Sam heard a gunshot and looked around quickly, not realizing that it had hit benji. She heard him fall to the ground and looked back and screamed, "benji! Oh My God! Someone Help me!!!" As soon as she said it there were about 7 security guards running towards her and one of them was already on the phone calling the ambulance. Sam was holding benji in her arms, she didnít know where the bullet had hit him, but there was a lot of blood, even though she was getting her clothes and hands full of blood she didnít let go of him until the ambulance arrived and pried her off. She rode in the ambulance with benji, still holding his hand as the paramedics tried to see where the bullet had hit him.
When they got there, Sam had to wait outside until to doctors patched Benji up and until he was stable. Sam used that time to call the other guys and they said they'd be right there. After about 25 minutes, the nurse came out saying that benji was asking for her so she walked in. She saw benji and he was hooked up to several machines but he looked okay. He was lying in bed, but he was awake. He looked at Sam and said, "Are you okay?" Sam nodded but asked him the same question. "The doctors said the bullet grazed my chest, thatís why there was so much blood. I'll be okay in a few weeks, they caught the guy who did this I think." Sam couldnít help herself, she started to cry and then hugged benji. The door burst open and all the guys ran in. They all ran up to benji asking him what had happened and he told them the same thing he had told Sam. Only 2 people were allowed to stay with benji overnight so Joel and Sam did. The rest of the guys went back to the bus. Joel fell asleep in his chair, but Sam stayed up almost all night, holding benji's hand. She woke up in the morning still holding his hand but her head was rested on the side of the bed. She looked up and saw benji was still asleep. She walked over to Joel who was reading a magazine and asked him if he wanted anything at the canteen and he said he wanted a decafe coffee. She got water for herself and some apple juice for benji when he woke up because she knew it was his favorite. When she walked back in, benji was sitting up in his bed having a thumb wrestle with Joel. Sam laughed at them and went over and gave benji his apple juice. He drank it and said thank you. Sam went to the bathroom and over heard Joel and Benji talking. "Benji, She stayed up all night, holding your hand. I think she likes you." "Naw, She is just really nice, she did that? She must be tired now then." "Benji, You know she likes you, and I think you like her too." Benjiís cheeks went red and then Sam smiled and walked out through the door.
Joel went out for a while and Benji was talking to Sam and he said, "I heard what you did last night, thank you. You must be really tired now. Why donít you try and sleep." Sam looked at him and said, "it was no problem and im really not that tired." Benji smiled and hugged her, but when he pulled away he also kissed her. She looked at him for a minute, smiled and then fainted.
Category: Musicians/Music Groups >> Good Charlotte
Posted: 01/09/2006 08:15:00pm
Updated: 01/09/2006 08:15:00pm