Summary: Carly is now a depressed loner. Freddie changes. Sam moves to the Bronx. A new boy named Chad causes tension. iCarly gets cancelled. Now how exactly did this all happen? Well no one wants to talk about it and go on with their lives no matter how their lives have changed forever. However, the secrets cannot be hidden forever. One thing is certain though; it all began at that party…

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own iCarly.

Sam's POV:

It all began at that party…

Carly's seventh birthday party to be precise.

It was supposed to be awesome. Spencer made sure to make up for Carly's sixteenth birthday, when her room accidentally went on fire or her fifteenth where the goat…did bad things to her. He even set a party, and a new guy at our school, Chad, was sure to let us do it at his house. Chad seems to be a bit off, but if a hot new guy with a awesome house was willing to let us throw a party at his house, Carly was willing to take that option.
The party was pretty awesome. Spencer accidentally invited everyone on his Facebook (And for a spazzy artist who acts childish, he sure had a lot of friends.) And Freddie accidentally send invites to everyone in Ridgeway, so pretty much everyone in all of Ridgeway Junior High and High school was here. So basically we only knew about one-fourth of the people attending. But it didn't matter, as long as no one dangerous showed up, right?
That's what we thought at the beginning, when everything was perfect.
Now here I was looking for Carly. I went inside Chad's house. It seemed like no one wanted to leave the party at all, because the house was empty and quiet. I wasn't creeped out though, if a drunken man came up from behind, Mama knew how to handle it.

Then, that's when I heard it.

The blood curling cry for help.

Now this was creepy. I wanted to run to get someone, but it was too crowded to find Chad or Spencer, so I ran.

Now if you're thinking this is dangerous, you don't know me well. I'm not afraid of anyone. I got the strength, so if there was a lowlife trying to harm some one at my best friend's birthday, they got another thing coming for them.
So then I ran until I was on the other side of the room where it was. Of course it was locked. I wasn't giving up though, I would just have to break the door down and attack.

Then, the screaming died down, and then a muffled voice was heard. I couldn't make out who it was or what they were saying; all I knew was that they were terrorizing the person held captive.

I was about to kick the door, when I heard the gunshot.

That's right a gunshot.

It came from the bathroom, where I planned on going. I had no choice but to see what had happened. Again, I did not fear the gun.

I sighed, too much commotion.

I ran to the bathroom, and no one was there with a gun.

But what was there gave me a shock.

Spencer, lying on the floor, eyes closed, hand covering his chest where blood gushed from the spaces between his fingers.

I looked in shock. What the hell was going on?

Before I could react, I felt a loud crash on my head. Then I felt my head turn warm and wet. Then everything began to spin out of place. I was confused, angry that Spencer was killed and most of all, for the first time ever, I felt weak as I fell and everything faded into nothingness.

So this is my other story. I am focusing on finishing iConfess, but I needed to let this one out. This story is gonna be pretty intense, that's the type of things I'm into writing these days. Honestly, I'm not sure where It's going but like I do with a lot of my stories, I'll just decide where it goes as I go on. Anyways, what do you think? Review please.