A Call for Help

Chapter Three: Questions

Johnathan hadn't shown yet. Samantha was feeling a little lonely, so she put the pen and pad to use. The first person she "spoke" to was Pinkie, or as she soon found out, Lily.
"I know," Lily was saying, "it's a childish name. Call me by my middle name if you like. It's Trinity." Samantha wrote something down.
"You like the name Lily? Okay. You want to ask me a few questions. Okay." Samantha had been wanting to ask some of these questions since you'd gotten there. She wrote them down.
"You are full of questions. Okay. Oh. Oh my." She goes silent for a second. "Okay, this is a little hard to say. I mean, how do I tell you why you aren't dead? Wouldn't that make you know what to do if you. If you happen to try again. I'm sorry." She looked away and Samantha looked at her hands.
"As for who found you," she said after a moment. "It was your neighbor, Randell. He called us right away." Samantha took the note pad and quickly wrote something.
"Your door was locked? Then how did he get inside? You don't thought maybe he," she stopped and covered her mouth. "I'm so sorry. I. I didn't think that. Oh." Samantha wrote on the pad.
"Oh, I see." It was silent for a moment. Samantha decided she would talk to someone else. When the shift changed, she began to talk to a man she hadn't seen before. She asked him his name and told him hers on the paper.
"Nice to meet you Samantha. My name is David. I don't mean to be rude, but I'm just here to check how you are and what the scar looks like. Honestly you don't need that brace. If you're lucky I can have them let me take it off." Samantha lit up at the thought.
"I will answer one question. You will be able to speak again." She was relieved to hear that. Then she remembered why she'd done it in the first place. She remained silent the rest of the day. Lily was worried when she came back, probably from lunch.
"You alright? You're aren't eating as much. You need your strength." Samantha couldn't eat her food. She began to remember everything that had happened over the years.
Johnathan still never showed. Figures. That's how all her 'friends' were. Here one day, gone the next. She almost cried when Lily left. She toughed it out. Just one more reason she wished she would have died.

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Johnathan rushed over from school. He still didn't have a car, so he had to walk. If old Mr. Blander found out about this, he thought. Mr. Blander said he wasn't ready to do this yet.
He entered the hospital parking lot. He walked all the way up there. Almost there. Then someone stood in his way. He looked up, into Mr. Blander's face.