Another new fic from me!

So basically I've been reading a couple fics that have Sam be an awesome singer and all so I thought about writing one on my own.

And yes, the Seddie will be epic! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly

10 years ago

He left her, that night. A simple bliss of being near him was shattered at the sound of a gun shot. Sirens...bright lights...darkness. The maple casket buried in wet soil. Little attendance came to say sorrowful goodbyes. Though, perhaps she was the most important.

"This is for you." He handed the young girl a velvet case. A smile spread across her bright face as she opened it, revealing a simple, oak guitar. The texture was unique; rough and home crafted.

She scoffed under her breath. "I'll be no good at this," she said, feeling the rough design.

"You'll learn."

"I only have a heart to sing, Daddy. Nothing more. And you know it," the young girl urged. Her father rolled his eyes, amusingly.

"I'm well aware, Sammy. But, I can't be your guitarist forever. You need to teach yourself," he said.

"Yeah, like I can multitask," she replied sarcastically. Her father chuckled and brought the young girl closer to him.

"Promise me you'll practice. Promise, Sammy," he said, eyes looking intently into hers. She sighed.

"I promise," she mumbled, an irresistible grin spreading across her lips. Her father grinned and brought the girl into a tight embrace.

Tears rolled down the girl's face as the evening dwelled on at the cemetery. Her heart was broken, an empty void for where her father would be. Sadness, anger, and guilt crashed over like large waves on a beach.

The girl wiped away the dam breaking tears from her face, turning away from the tombstone. The engraving was done rather quickly before the day of the funeral happened. It was all ready the day after the shooting. It was done a little poorly though.

She sat on her knees, hands rubbing the rough tomb. Continuous tears poured down her face as the cloudy grew colder and darker. Though, she felt heavy eyes staring from behind her. She turn to meet her mother, standing there rather coldly. Her arms were crossed and heavy mascara darkened her eyes.

"Enough mourning over the damn body, girl," her mother snapped. Sammy wiped her tears.

"And shut up with your crying! Dammit, child. Your pathetic," her mom spat at the young girl. Sammy tried to scowl but the tears wouldn't stop at any cost. She turned away so her mother wouldn't notice.

A cold hand went on her shoulder and Sammy was led away from the cemetery. The two didn't make eye contact until they reached the car. Sammy slipped into the backseat and her mother brought the car to life with the key. Sammy turned to window and watched the rain fall from the dark sky. A clap of thunder shook her heart as Sammy pressed her face against the car door window, tears breaking through.

The car ride was silent and tense. Her mom was on the urge of cursing violent words at the child but too many crossed her mind that caught her tongue. Sammy, on the other hand, was pale and cold. Her hands from being so wet were now clammy.

"He was bad influence on you," her mother started. Sammy said nothing, not even acknowledging her.

"Stupid child-"

"Stupid?" Sammy questioned, looking coldly at her mother. Her mother responded the same way, but more intensely.

"Yes, child. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid girl. And you wonder why those kids tease you."

Sammy lowered her head in embarrassment. The past few days after the shooting left Sammy in a pool of tears. Kids made fun of her weakness. Not even the nicest would care for her. They were more silent and watched other beat Sammy at lunch. Sammy wasn't the toughest kid in school either. She had no friends. They thought of her as a poor and weak child. Some thought of her as ugly. Sammy was strong at heart from influences by her dad but with him gone, Sammy felt utterly alone and misplaced in a world of so many.

The car pulled into a rather ugly garage. Old wastes were kept in there and rats were nesting already after the death. Animal feces were clod up in the corners. Sammy's mother pulled Sammy out of the car and slapped her, hard.

"Enough!" her mother spat at her. Sammy looked hopelessly at her mother and then felt her cheek sting at the aftermath.

She was dragged into the and thrown on the kitchen ground. Her mother dropped her bag and swayed down the hall.

"If you want to start over, you know where to find me!" her mother called out and slammed the door.

Sammy slammed her head on the hard floor, tears trying to break through but she resisted them. No. She couldn't let herself slip into another pool of wet childish tears.

But you are only a girl...

Sammy stumbled down the same hall as her mother but turned into her own room. Her room was small and only decorated by some gifts from her father. None from her mother. A red bed was by the window with a white nightstand, a white dresser beside her closet and that was it. Sammy wasn't a fan of many toys for a young age. She only had a small bear named Boo. It was her gift from her dad. Sammy went to the toy and embraced it. It smelled like old memories between her and her father. The tears were back but she wiped them away.

She sat on her bed. Her room was rather clean, being scolded many times by her father if it were a mess. Sammy rubbed the nape of her neck, pulling some strays of blonde curls from her face. She undressed from her black gown into a simple pajama attire of little hams.

She loved meat.

Sammy returned to her mattress after setting aside the old gown, and sat down. She stared meaningfully at the bear in her arms. An eye was missing and was yellow in old white places by he snout. It defined itself as her bear...his bear.

Sammy set the bear aside and pulled out the guitar from under the mattress. The rough design on the oak still amazed her. She strum at a cord quietly then stopped. Her heart shattered.

She broke his promise. Sammy never practiced, assuming that her father would be her teacher but he was gone. Her guitarist was gone. Her life was gone. If she could have a change of heart....

Sammy scowled to herself. A new life would push away the memories of her father. No more kindness. No more tears. She could gaze upon a new idol figure in her life. A figure that could show her to express new, harsh emotions to seal away the ones the mattered most.

She rose from her mattress and went to he closet, the bear in one hand and the guitar in the other.

She could show a new self that took life for granted. Nothing but beatings and cold words at strangers. Judging peers by appearance instead of inside feelings. Becoming one of them. The ones that would tease the weak and the useless.

Sammy opened her closet and looked up at an empty shelf inside. She could never go back. No more father thoughts which meant no more kindness. No memories that would bring back all the pain.

Sammy closed her eyes.

I'm done. I can't take this pain anymore. I'm sorry daddy.

Sammy reached up and placed the guitar and the bear up on that top shelf. She took a deep breath and slowly brought her hands back to her sides, the two items left on the cold shelf. She then opened her eyes and exhaled. Her eyes felt intense and a cocky smirk formed on her face.

She turned away.

"Hey mom!".

And she closed the door.

Here's the prologue. Next chapter will be in the present. Won't be posted for awhile because I'll be out of town so COMMENT, COMMENT, COMMENT!!!