Summary: She's finally done it. She's finally broken me.
Shattered Like a Mirror in a Million Pieces
Every rude comment, insult, prank. It cracks me on the inside. Just a little bit at a time, but it all counts. No one notices. Not Carly, Spencer, Mom, Gibby, and most defenitaly, not her.
"Carly will never love you." CRACK, on the inside, just a little bit more.
"You smell like garbage." RIP, on the inside, just a little bit more.
"Guess what. No girl will EVER want to go out with that thing you call a face." SHATTER! That did it. On the ground like she picked me up and through me to like ground, like I was a mirroe. And like a mirror, I shatter, into a million pieces.
"SAM!" the female brunette exclaimed.
"What Carls, it's not my fault that he's a loser."
That's when the clear liquid starts to run down my face.
"Aaawwwww, is the wittle boy gonna go cwy to his mommy? Baby." a satisfied smirk etched across her face.
"I think you should go home Freddie." Carly softly says. But I can't, I say in my head. I'm too broken to move. Spencer chooses this moment to walk in.
"Oh my god Freddie, whats wrong?" then he stares at Sam "What did you do to him?" his tone of voice firm and harsh.
"Nothing. The dorks just looking for attention." Ouch. Even after being broken, I still feel a crack. Carly kneel beside me, her brown eyes filled with worry.
"Freddie, Freddie? Say something." I want to Carly, but it hurts. Spencer holds out his hand to help me up, but I don't take it.
"Spencer, pick Freddie up and take him to your room, then come back." Sam says. Even she looks a bit worried. Spencer nods sadly. I close my eyes when he carries me. Moving hurts. Spencer gently lays me down on his bed, an ever-rare frown on his face.
When he goes back to the living room he says "I think you've finally down it Sam. You've finally broken him." That she has down Spencer, I say in my head, shattered me like a mirror in a million pieces.
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