I just really, really wanted to do this. :/
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.
Freddie Benson was on his way back from school when he received a call from his best friend, Sam Puckett.
"What do you want, Sam?" he sighed into his phone while getting into his convertible.
"Freddie? F-Freddie, I'm sorry." Sam's voice cracked and he heard quiet sobbing.
"Sam? Sam, where are you? Sam, please, what's happening?" he panicked and stepped on the pedal harder, speeding all the way to the car park of her apartment. "Sam, please, answer me."
"I'm sorry." was all Sam said before he heard the phone click, and the dial tone came on. He swung into a parking lot and locked his car in a matter of seconds. Running as fast as his legs could take him, he reached the elevator and pressed the button impatiently, all the while trying to call Sam back.
"You've reached Sam Puckett's voice mail. If you're looking for me, try again. If you wanna call and talk, gimme a minute and I should get back to you." was all he heard when he stepped into the elevator. He pushed the '12' button and felt the elevator zoom upwards. Racing out of the doors, he stopped at the apartment door and turned the handle.
"Sam? Sam! Open up!" he shouted as the handle refused to budge. "Sam!"
He didn't hear anything from the apartment and he launched his body against the door. "Sam! I'm coming in!" he slammed against the door, forcing his way into the apartment. The place was eerily quiet and he tread around slowly.
"Sam? Sam, where are you? If you're playing a sick game, I don't want to play anymore. Please just come out and talk to me." he said, fighting back his frustration and worry. He made his way to her bedroom, finding the door ajar. A faint smell of lavender wafted from the door and he stepped inside, horrified at what he saw. Sam Puckett, his strong, beautiful best friend, lying in a pool of her own blood. He ran to her side, begging her to wake up as he called for an ambulance.
"Sam? Sam, please, wake up." he sobbed, cradling her head, "Sam, please, the ambulance is coming, you have to wake up. Please, Sam, please...I love you, Sam, please... I l-love you..."
The sirens of an ambulance woke Freddie from his trance and he carried Sam down to the lobby, crying as he handed her over to the paramedics. He wiped his tears away as he stepped into his car and sped away to the hospital. He was distracted by a call from his other best friend, Carly Shay.
"Freddie? I just received a call from Sam's mom. Why's Sam in the h-hospital? Where are you, Freddie?" she spoke into the phone, and he fought to keep from crying again.
"Sam tried to k-kill herself. I'm on my way to the hospital now. I f-found her lying on her bedroom floor. God, Carly, you have no idea how messed up I am now." his voice broke and silent tears rolled down his cheek.
"O-Okay, I'll be at the hospital in a few with Spencer and Gibby. Hang on, okay?" she said before the line went dead.
"Samantha Puckett, please." Freddie rushed out, waiting impatiently for the receptionist to pull up the files from the computer. The receptionist pinched her nose bridge and tapped on the counter, seeming as impatient as Freddie.
"She's currently in the operation theater, but you can wait outside if you want. Seventh floor, elevators to your right." she said in a nasal tone. She pointed a painted finger towards the elevators and pushed her glasses back up.
"Thank you." Freddie nodded, running to the lifts and hastily pressing the button, pushing his way into the lift as soon as the doors open. When the doors opened at the seventh floor, he raced out and halted right before the operation theater. He noticed Pam Puckett and her daughter - Melanie? - standing outside the doors with tears in their eyes.
"Uh, hi," he muttered, waving to both of them awkwardly. As soon as he had caught Melanie's eyes, she was barreling at him, crying and attempting to hit him with her feeble hands.
"You! You were the one that did this so my sister!" she wailed hopelessly, light punches beating on his chest as he stood rooted to the ground in shock. "Y-You did this to her! You did this to my sister!" Melanie collapsed, sobbing into her hands as Pam walked forward to comfort her.
"I- What?" Freddie spluttered, not missing the death glare Pam Puckett shot at him.
"Listen, boy," she said coldly, spitting the words out as if they were venom, "If anything happens to Sam, I'll never forgive you and your sorry butt, get it?"
"Uh- I- But-" he stumbled over the words, "W-What did I do?"
"What did you do?" Melanie shrieked, on her feet again, "You left her heartbroken, that's what you did! Crushed all her hopes of ever being loved by someone other than us! She trusted you!" she made her way towards Freddie again, only to be restrained by her mother. "She loved you! She loved you..." her shoulders started shaking violently and she ran towards the bathroom, her mother following. Watching Melanie, an exact replica of Sam, run away like a frail little girl, broke Freddie's heart. What if that was Sam all along? Running away, always running. Running from the unloving society that had shown her as much care and concern as a teddy bear.
And then, he heard the sound of breaking.
Should I continue this? Please review if you want me to continue! (:
xxmysticflare