Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly but I do own all the events in this story. It's all based on my life.
Sam's POV
Mommy why did you leave two times?
Mommy why do you hate me so much?
Mommy why are you so different?
Mommy why did you call us demons?
Mommy why did you call us bitches and whores?
Mommy why do I feel like a slut?
Mommy why did you let that man do that to me?
Mommy why weren't you there when I needed you?
Mommy why did I always scream and cry in the night?
Mommy why didn't you wake up when I was having a dream about him?
Mommy why didn't you care when you found out that I was cutting myself and that you know that I still am?
Mommy why did you call me a motherfucker?
Mommy why do you give me a lot of crap when I also got it from school?
Mommy why did you and that bastard make me feel like a slut?
Mommy why did you kill my big brother?
Mommy why do I have to raise myself?
Mommy why do I feel like I'll be like you?
Mommy why can't I love anymore?
"Mother" do you know why I always go outside?
"Mother" do you know why I always write stories?
"Mother" do you know why I always go to school?
"Mother" will you even handle being me for one day?
You can't! Because I do everything by myself! Because of that bastard, I look at myself with disgust! All the pain that you, that bastard, and me caused myself will never leave! I lie a lot! I basically lied to Carly about everything else that "man" did to me! You know why "mom"? Because she'll think I'm a slut! That's why! I felt so wrong, so fucking dirty! And because you are calling me a whore, I remembered him! Mommy why? Mommy why the fucking hell didn't you stay by me? I closed my eyes when that bastard did that to me! He's disgusting, you're disgusting, and I'm disgusting, WE ARE ALL DISGUSTING! All thanks to fucking you! The only good news is, I have Freddie to actually love me and he knows everything and he still loves me! Freddie doesn't think I'm disgusting and I'm a Benson now, not a damn Puckett!
That's my last story, everything was true except I have no one to love and my last name is not Puckett or Benson. And I have no friend named Carly. Well goodbye people. And for those who are just like me, I know how you feel hell it happened to me at age 6 and that was about 5 years ago well it's gonna be 6. Anyway, don't try to kill yourself because of that I tried but it didn't work. You have to live life because you have a chance to leave all that behind. Unlike me, I have no chance but you guys do. Bye people.