The Girl With The Broken Smile (Cameron Dallas)

Chapter Seven

|| Samantha's P.O.V||

     "Life can be unfair sometimes, but that's no reason to give up on it it. Remember, it's the tough situations that make you a better person in the end."

     I grew up feeling like, I was never good enough. My parents both worked all the time, and they never had time for me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't quite get their attention until I eventually I stopped trying.

     I met Victoria when we were in the third grade. She was the quiet, smart, and talented girl who never got in trouble. I was the opposite.

      I was loud and always got in trouble, but we somehow managed to become friends. I remember we used to share everything, and go everywhere together. We were so young and naive, so oblivious to the real world.

*Flashback* (They are in the 8th grade now)

      It was a Friday morning, and the bell had just rung. Victoria hadn't arrived yet, which was unusual because she was never late.

     I took my seat, and Mrs. Smith, our math teacher, began to lecture us about being prepared for class.

     About thirty minutes into the lesson, Victoria walked in with a tardy slip in her hand. She handed it to our teacher, apologized for being late, and sat in her assigned seat.

       Her face was red and puffy, and I could tell she had been crying. She was always so easy to read.

      Fourth period finally came around, and I was anxious to finally talk to Victoria about what was going on. When I got to the cafeteria I couldn't find her, and I started to get worried.

       The last place I thought I'd find her was in the bathroom, but sure enough there she was crying uncontrollably in a stall.
"Vic what's going on?" I asked, knocking on the door frantically.

       She unlocked the door, embraced me in a hug, and cried even harder. "Hey, hey it's going to be okay. I need you to try to calm down and tell me what's wrong." I said in my best soothing tone.

      "My parents got into a huge argument last night..." she sobbed. My dad walked out, and he isn't back yet." She said hysterically.

       "Vic it's going to be alright. Your parents love each other more than any other two people I know. They'll get back together in no time." I said handing her some toilet paper so that she could blow her nose.

      "Remember when your parents took us to the mall when we were eleven?" I asked her curiously. "Yes, we got our makeup done at the department store." She said giggling at the thought.

        "We were so excited. Your mom bought us our first tube of lip gloss that day. We went home with a memory of such a great day." I said.

     "Yeah, you spent the night with us, and the next morning we made pancakes." she said. "Yeah." I replied with a smile.

* End of Flashback *

     I always hoped Victoria's parents would get back together. They were like the parents I wish I had. But soon, the days turned into months which then turned into years and Victoria's father still hadn't come home.

      Over the years our friendship became stronger. We became closer, and started making plans for the future.

        But things changed when Victoria got into her first relationship. When we were in our sophomore year of high school, she started dating a boy named Noel. They became inspererable. As her best friend, I was happy that she finally was too. She truly deserved happiness after all the years she spent waiting for something that just wouldn't happen.

      When they broke up, everything seemed alright at first, but then I realized he had broken her heart. I slowly started noticing she was changing.

      First, she started missing school often. I would go over and catch her up on the work she'd missed. Then tiny scars started decorating both her wrists and some of her thighs. One day she completely snapped, and I realized I needed to let her get over whatever this was.

      We didn't talk for about 5 months. I would occasionally see her at school, but we never spoke. In a loss of friends, I started staying home more often, and only then did I realize how incredibly empty I was without my parents and my best friend.

     Sitting around my house was giving me anxiety. I walked up the stairs, entered my parents bedroom, and walked into their bathroom. My mother had a history of suffering from anxiety, so I was bound to find something to calm my nerves.

       I was looking through her medicine cabinet, when I heard the car pull into the garage indicating my parents were home. "Shit." I cursed.

       I grabbed a random bottle and ran to my room. The first couple of times I took the pills they gave me a relaxed sensation I just couldn't explain.

* Flashback * ( About 4 months after Sam started taking the pills)

      I clumsily tripped over our "welcome" mat as I was unlocking the front door. I entered my house and my stomach growled almost on command.

       I walked into the kitchen, in search for something to eat. I used a chair as a stool to get some cereal from the top shelf on the pantry.

       Just as I was about to reach the box, my foot slipped from the chair sending me crashing down head first. I lay on the ground before my eyes started shutting sending me into a dark abyss.

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     I open my eyes, and immediately I can tell I'm in a hospital. The IV on my wrist is so uncomfortable, and my mother was sitting besides me completely unaware of my awakening.

     "Oh thank God you're alive." she says. "What's going on?"... "Why am I here?" I ask frantically. "Well that's exactly what I want to know Samantha, why are you here?" She questions. I stay silent, knowing she probably already knows about the pills.

      "When I couldn't find those pills, I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. I really did, but what do you expect me to think when I come home and find you lying in a pool of your own blood in the kitchen floor! I rush you to the hospital, worried someone had done something to you only to be told you had prescription drugs in your body. For God's sake Samantha I can't do this, you're going to rehab. " she said angrily.

      "Are you serious? You're sending me away? Are you seriously that tired of having me in your life? You aren't even around anymore!" I spat.

      "I'm definitely not having this argument in a hospital room. You are going to a rehabilitation center and that's final." she said with the same cold stare I'd grown to know my mother for.

*End of Flashback *

One year later

     This one night Victoria came over unexpectedly. It was awkward at first, but then she started explaining herself. She told me every excruciating detail of the break up with Noel.

      By the end, I wanted to find the bastard and chop his fucking balls off. Of course Victoria calmed me down, saying she was over it. That night we fell asleep talking. It was the first real night I truly felt better.

      We learned from our mistakes, and now that we're in college our friendship is as solid as a rock.

      We both realized we need each other to stay sane. She's enhances the good in me, and has kept me from doing anything that I'd end up regretting. I on the other hand, encouraged her to do risky things once in a while. We basically balanced eachother out perfectly.

      Now that Vic is friends with Cameron I see something in her that I've never seen before. She's just a complete different person. She even promised to try to stop cutting. It's almost like he made her want to get better. I don't know what it is, but I liked it.

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Author's Note
I know it's been a while but hopefully you've enjoyed this chapter. How did you guys like Sam? I wanted to give you guys a bit of info on her past. Comment, Vote, and Follow!

-Paula♡