Hey! It's Kim! I'm sorry that I'm putting such a long author's note, BUT PLEASE READ.

This is story I wrote by the inspiration of the new movie coming out called, "It's a funny story." Have you heard of it? Anyway, this is my first fanfic, so please don't be too harsh! If you guys like it, I'll keep writing! I'd love some reviews. This story is set in a Seattle Hospital, where Sam is being watched for suicidal behavior. The chapters will basically be her talking to her doctor, and living her every day life in the hospital. Please read/review! 3

I DON'T OWN ICARLY. (I WISHHHHH I DID, BUT SADLY, NO.)

I'm not going to cry. I'll tell her about Freddie, about..what happened. Everything will be okay.

"…I've been depressed for a while now. I've known that I have been for what feels like a long, long time. …I think it started the day I saw Freddie and Carly dancing together in the Groovy Smoothie. And it wasn't just that; it was all the little things I saw between them, too. How Freddie looked at her, how he held her up in such a high place. I wanted someone to look at me that way, too. So I waited and waited; but no one ever showed me the love Freddie had shown for Carly. I mean, sure, we kissed. But Freddie didn't love me. He loved Carly, he always will. So the name calling got worse, the arguments got more hurtful and the name calling became more serious between Freddie and I. I was really only trying to tell him how I felt; I was trying to make him understand, but it never came out right. And one day, we…w-w-ee got into this a-argument. We were a-at Carlys. I said some h-h-orrible things to him, and h-he said them back. So I r-ran out of her a-apartment and into the street. I waited until I s-saw a car coming through the r-rain, and….a-and I j-jumped out into the s-street… I d-didn't k-know he w-was watching! …B-but when the a-ambulance c-came, he didn't even say g-goodbye. T-that's the last time I saw h-him until I came b-back from the h-hospital t-two weeks later."

Tears were streaming down my face, hot & heavy. I wrung my hands together and looked up at my awaiting doctor.

"Thank you for telling me that, Samantha." Dr. Joyce, who sitting across from me and taking notes, thanked.

"I-It's Sam, please."

"Sam, do you want to tell me more about what happened?"

"…S-Sure."

Slowly but surely, I wiped my wet face. Dr. Jo, like always, handed me her scented tissue box to hold during our session. I continued to choke out my answers.

"After I came back, he wouldn't speak to me. And the worst part is? He'd become so handsome. God, I can't believe I'm even saying that. B-before…my admittance into the hospital, it was really hard to even come up with good insults to use on him. He's gotten so tall; so built. I literally grew up with the kid, but I n-never really l-looked at him.. I…I…miss him so much. A few days after I c-came b-back to school; t-they both ignored me and it m-made me feel a-awful. I d-didn't know what to do. So I ditched school one d-day."

"Was that the day you tried to...commit suicide for the second time, Samantha? You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable."

"No, I c-can handle t-this. And yes, ma'am, that was the day I-I o-overdosed. I think about it a-a lot. H-how I wanted to d-die so badly."

"Do you want to die now?"

I thought about this question for a few minutes. I sat in the fake leather chair and blew my nose once, maybe twice. I looked up again, and decided to answer her.

"…Only sometimes. Days when I remember memories of all three of us. W-when I think a-about him helping me with the M-missy problem and wh-"

"Missy problem?" Dr. Joyce asked me.

"I-I'd rather n-not talk about t-that."

"Oh, I'm sorry honey, it's okay. Today's session is over now, you can head back to your room now."

"Thanks Dr. Joyce, I'll s-see you tomorrow."

And with this, I headed back to my room. Down the white hallway I went, watching crying families in the ER and watching frantic fathers in the nursery. It was funny how life was going on while I was being locked up in a hospital wing. When I finally got back to my room, Z-102, I crawled into bed and ate the ham sandwich the cafeteria had placed on my side table. Slowly but surely, my medicine kicked in, and like every other day, I fell asleep dreaming of Fredward Benson.

Please don't be too harsh; it's my first fanfic! God; I'D LOVE A REVIEW!

P.S. ; Sam might be having a visitor soon. Who will it be?