A/N : So , this is my story.....yeah :/ It's sam-centric.

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To anyone who knew Samantha (Sam) Puckett , she seemed just like any other 15 year old girl .She appeared slightly eccentric at times, but she wasn't the only one out there who was. Other than her somewhat inhumane appetite there was nothing really that set her apart from other people. From what they could see she was just a typical girl with long blonde curls and shiny blue eyes. She was a pretty teen, and liked to keep herself to herself .The only personal information she shared to others, was little details about her family which portrayed them in quite a humorous light. They only saw her as Sam Puckett.

They couldn't see the bruises and scars she tried so hard to hide. They couldn't see the scars that would never heal, the ones on the inside. Many mistakenly took her personality as violent and abrasive, none of them realizing it was fear of people getting close to her. She was terrified someone would find out her secret. She was violent in order to keep people away from her , no one could see the real Sam Puckett , no one could see the scars, the bruises, the cuts. No one.

Everyday after school , instead of doing what she used to do and go to her best friend Carly shay's house , instead of hanging out with friends, instead of playing games etc , instead of doing things that other kids her age did, Sam went straight home. Straight to her house on the other side of town, the house where chores were needed to be done. She went straight home , straight into her living nightmare.


Sam hated school, that was evident in her attitude and laziness she showed toward it. She grew tired of pretending she was like everyone else. She was tired of making people think she was normal. Tired of making people think she was happy. The only thing she hated more than school was going home afterwards. She never knew what was in store for her when she got home. Never knew if her 'mother' would be there, and if she was what mood she would be in.

She had never had the best life, but since her father had passed away four years ago things got worse. It seemed that when he was alive he extinguished the rage her mother had inside her. It seemed the only anger she showed was directed at him. Since he died, it was now directed at Sam , and there was more anger with each day that went by.

The only things Sam ever looked forward to was going round to Carly's house to do ICarly ,but that was only once a week, and the time she had alone in her room when her 'mother' had finally passed out from drinking, or had gone to bed with some guy. The time she spent alone in her room was the time she adored the most, it was the time she took to write in her diary. It was the time she took to try and save her sanity, or what little she had left.

She began writing in her diary the day after her dad had died. She felt she could hardly trust anyone with the way she felt and so decided to keep her feelings written down with herself, one of the few people she could trust. Every night , when her mom was either passed out or in bed, she took time to write down how her day went and how she was feeling.

Her diary held her every secret. And her every memory of the injuries she received, memories of broken bones, and memories as far back as she could remember. Her diary showed the side of Sam she let know one see. It showed all the cruel names she was called, all the cruel things said to her, and all the cruel things she was forced to do. Most important it held her feelings, her thoughts and her questions ….. It held the real Sam.


so that was the first chapter it was only the prologue and the following chapters will be in diary form :)

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