Ryn's pov

It was coming close to were Pre was supposed to be born. I've been even more depressed now that my mom is gone and never to return. I guess in a way that was a good thing. She doesn't have to go through living Hell. I was still broken knowing that Sam was starting to let go. I was forced to let go as well.

Right now I'm in the hospital waiting. I'm waiting for Pre. The doctors said she could came any day now. Possibly any minute. I laid in the hospital bed, and it suddenly reminded me of when I was here months ago, when my mom found my cuts.

While I sat in the uncomfortable bed, I scrolled through old text Sam sent me when we were together. They all said things like:

I love you.

I wish you were here.

Then I found this really long message that I haven't seen from him before. It went like this.

I know you think you're crazy. I don't know weather to agree with you or not. I don't want to believe it, but there is such thing as people going crazy. I don't care if you're crazy, stupid, or a pshyco path. I love you Ryn, and I won't make myself change how I feel. So yeah, tell me to leave just to end up right back in your arms, or you in my arms. Either one is okay with me. I want you to live happily, but with that damn voice in your head I don't know if that can happen. Just let me keep things simple. I, Sam Pottorff, love you, Ryn Woodson. And I'm never going to let you go.

I nearly cried reading the message. It was sent so long ago, and I never replied. And now I feel like shit because I'm making him go. He just needs to know that solitude fits me like a glove. Maybe I should me locked up. Because all I want is to be alone. Doesn't it make sense? I'm pushing everyone away from me. But, I need someone to cure me. People who are the hardest to love are the ones who need it most. I needed to be loved, and I was loved. I was just pushing that person away.

I suddenly received a text from Sam. Went I read it I dropped my phone and covered my mouth. I was in instant tears. The text read:

Hey, I'm finally doing what you want me to. I'm letting you go. I realized you didn't love me, so I stopped loving you. I still care about you, but just as a friend. Your welcome.

My hands were shaking as tears fell down my face. I was so tired of crying. Why did my life have to be so sad? Why am I as sad as I am? What's wrong with me? As I was crying I felt something. Something I wasn't ready for. My. fucking. water. broke.

Sam's pov

I was spread out on the couch watching Ryn's favorite show. American Horror Story. I smiled while I watched it. I remember Ryn told me to start from season one if I ever felt like watching it. I started watching it last month. I was only on season two asylum. When, I realized it said Asylum. I thought of Ryn since she said that was were she didn't want to go. I was on the episode where 'Bloody Face' was revealed and...OMFG! I can't believe it was him? Why? No. No! Don't kill Lana!

Anyway, after the show was over I got a called from an unknown number. I was bored so I thought, why the hell not?

"Hello." I answered.

"Is this Sam Pottorff?" She pronounced my last name wrong. Typical. But I was really like, really?

"Yes..." I trailed off in a confused voice.

"Well, Ryn Woodson wanted me to tell you the your child is being born." I nearly dropped the phone. Pre was being born. I hung up the phone without saying anything.

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I busted through the door and saw Ryn in pain. I run to her side while droplets of sweat went down her forehead.

"It's okay Ryn. I'm here." I told her. She squeezed me hand hard to where it literally became numb. Me and the doctors encoraged her to keep going. And so she did. She kept going and didn't stop until everyone in the room heard a baby's cry.

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Ryn's pov

I held Pre with Sam beside me holding her hand. We were both smiling at how beautiful she was. The doctor came in with a piece of paper in her hand.

"What will her name be?" She said with a smile. I looked at her and smiled.

"Pre. Pre Leann..." I looked at Sam and he smiled and nodded. "Pottorff." I answered. She wrote it down and disappeared.

"I can't stop smiling at her." Sam spoke. I couldn't stop smiling either. She had pink rosy cheeks like Sam, and brown hair like the both of us. I put my hand on her cheek and kissed her forehead.

"She's beautiful Sammy."

"Of course she, you're her mother." I smiled even bigger. I was her mother. I honestly didn't know if I was ready for this, but too late now. But even if I wasn't ready, I wouldn't give her up for adoption, and hell no I wouldn't put her up for abortion. Sam and I held her for a few more minutes, then the nurse came back in.

"Would you like me to take her to the nursery?" She asked.

I nodded. "Sure." I said smiling. I handed her Pre and then they both went away. Sam took my hand and rubbed my knuckles with his thumb.

"Your mom would be proud." I half smiled. I didn't know how he knew that mom was now really dead, but I didn't bother to ask questions. I just wanted to be happy for this one little moment. He kissed my hand and said he would leave to give me rest. I laid there smiling. I was happy for once. It was always very rare for me to be happy.

You see, when your depressed, you feel everything negative. Nothing is ever good. Depressed people don't commit suicide to end their lives, they do it to end their pain. Because everybody has feel and scrapped their knee, but when your depressed, you fall and you die on the inside, but on the outside you seem completely fine. You're really losing your mind. Being sad all the time is basic, cutting is basic, being suicidal is basic. Your whole world is just basic because other people do, or are, the same thing. You're not different. Just typical. So when your happy, praise those moments, because you never know when life will turn around and betray you.

Everything was okay for that little moment. Then, I heard something in my head.

"I'm back!" She laughed. Nikki laughed.