Sam's point of view
"Hey" Freddie said to me.
"Oh, um hi!" why is he talking to me? I hate awkwardness. Why did we even agree to date? Now were over and it hurt. A lot. Still.
"What's up?" he asked casually.
"Nothing much I'm going to get some ham! Bye!" Why let it is awkward and I really, really needed to cut. It hurt me that he dint act like we had any history. I rushed downstairs into the bathroom and found my piece of glass. The night Freddie and I broke up; I was walking the street of Seattle when I saw what I thought was money but turned out to be a piece of glass. I picked it up and it cut me but it actually seemed to ease the hurt. So I used it to cut. Even though I knew it was bad, I needed to cut I couldn't help myself. I rolled up my sleeve and dragged it across my arm. The blood bubbled up and instant pain and relief shot through my arm. I grabbed a towel stopped the blood and pulled my sleeve back down. Much better I thought.
"Hey Sam!" Carly said because she is everything that I'm not and more and she gets all the guys. The only guy I ever loved had broken up with me. Carly was perfect.
"Hey Carly. What's up?
"Nothing much. How are you?
"Just peachy."
"Let's go up to the studio"
"Kay."
General point of view
The group had a successful show. As always they ha d a ton of viewers. And as always they were absolutely hilarious. No one suspected anything as wrong with Sam. I mean she was the same happy, joking Sam right? Well just about everyone but Freddie.