A Call for Help

Chapter Eight: Lost Faith

Samantha remembered the day she'd lost her faith. Once she would pray every night and go to church and the whole nine yards. They say faith is hard to shake, but not when your prays aren't answered for months on end. Not only had she lost her faith, but it was the day she made her second cut.
She remembered that day very clearly. A few things led up to that day and why it was so painful for here. It was about two years after the first cut. She'd actually made some friends in that time.
Then, about a week before her birthday, one of them asked about it. She told them about it and they said she should celebrate. Samantha hadn't celebrated her birthday since the time her parents split. The idea suprised her.
She didn't have any money, but someone offered to help, then someone else until everyone was planning her party at a park near the school. They insisted. The strange thing was they'd only been friends for a week or so.
From that day until her birthday, whenever she was walking towards then at lunch they'd be speaking quietly to each other and they'd quiet down when they spotted her.
One of the boys, Andrew, talked to her most. Once when they were alone during the week he'd said something that made the butterflys in her stomach go nuts.
"Hey, I have a special surprise for you at the party," he'd said. She was jealous of his confidence. She'd responded with a simple nervous 'okay'. He simply smiled at her and walked to his next class.
When the day finally came, she knew she had to wait a little before going. She went home, dropped her backpack on the couch, and quickly attempted to clean up how she looked. Afterward she dashed out the door. She couldn't help it.
When she showed up, nobody was there. She walked around a moment, expecting a surprise or something. Nobody. Nothing. She stood in the middle of the park. Gravel crunched behind her as someone walked on it.
"They never liked you," said a familiar voice. "They never really planed anything, except to not be here." She turned. It was Andrew. He stood in a white long sleeve shirt and jeans. His hands were in his pockets and his short blonde hair was hidden under a ball cap.
"Why didn't you tell me," Samantha had asked, hurt.
"Because I was in on it, but now u feel terr-"
"Don't say how you feel! You'll lie to me, just like you have before," she'd cut him off, tears in her eyes. "I trusted you, and this is what I get!"
"Sammy please," she cut him off again.
"Don't call me that!"
"And why not?"
"You never cared for me! It was all some, stupid joke," she yelled at him as the tears began to flow from her eyes. He stepped closer.
"Fine! You're right, you're right! I never liked you. I faked all those emotions I showed you. Can I just say something? If I didn't care, why did I show up when no one else did? Please,"
Samantha couldn't take this. She'd been so excited, and it was all a lie. The tears flowed from her eyes. She sat at the bench, crying. She never saw Andrew again.

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Hey, quick note. I tried to update a chapter I'd started, but I wouldn't let me! Really sorry, but today I found a loophole. I just create a new part. Anyway, to make up for it I'll do a double update today with slightly longer chapters. I hope you enjoy!