My first icarly fan fic, I felt compelled to write this after watching iSam's Mom.(what a weird way to put it isn't it) So yeah, I hope you enjoy my first icarly fan fic. Sam and Freddie obviously, yeah like no chizz.

Her name is Sam

Prologue

Sometimes, blood runs thick. It runs thick, under your skin, you can't take it out and because of that, it hurts you more. All she ever wanted was a normal family, a family to snuggle up too. A family which was normal, a family with a mom and a dad.

All she ever wanted was to be loved.

A lone tear rolled down her eyes as she stood at the edge of the roof. Strong winds blew past her, causing her blonde hair to flip past her face. "I can't take it no more," she whispered. Her chest clenching up in pain.

"Sam!" a voice called for her, she turned and found a boy looking at her with desperate eyes. A girl was beside him, her mouth opened wide in terror.

"Sam don't do this!" the girl screamed. The boy was running towards her.

"Sam, don't do this!" he shouted. "Don't…we need you!"

Sam started to chuckle, she turned, her gaze returning to the road before her.

"No chizz," she whispered, and took a step forward.

Chapter 1

Pain

"Stop drinking you fat ass!" Sam shouted at her mother, who took the bottle and glared at Sam.

"I don't need this Samantha, especially from you," her mother screamed at her. Sam gripped the vase she was holding tightly. "Put that vase down," her mother commanded.

Sam was shivering in anger, her eyes blood shot. There was so much to say, so much to do. Her chest was hurting badly, her ears ringing with fury.

"You never listen to me!" Sam shouted. Her mother took a swig from a beer bottle and slammed it on the counter top. "Put that vase down!" her mother shouted.

"Fine!" Sam shouted, slamming the vase onto the ground. The vase shattered into tiny little pieces, sharp shards flew across the room and onto the red moldy carpet. There was a deep silence, a long drawn out silence that seems to have lasted forever.

Then her mother was screaming, lunging at Sam from across the room. She landed on top of Sam, pushing the girl's face onto the ground. Sharp shards cuts Sam's face and the girl cried out, before lashing out at her mother, punching her straight in the face.

"YOU MONSTER!" her mother yelled, grabbing her beer bottle. Sam didn't even have time to flinch. It came down hard, hitting Sam squarely on her cheeks. Sharp pain rushed through her body and Sam cried out as her mom took the broken piece of beer bottle and stabs it into her shoulder.

Sam cried out again and felt warm blood leaking out from within her.

"Mom!" Sam cried out, hitting the woman off her, stumbling to stand up. "MOM!" she screamed. The lady who was now on the ground was yelling like a monster, crying out in pain. Her voice was loud and it hurt to hear her.

Sam stood, leaning on the wall for support, her hands clutching her injured shoulder; her head throbbing badly.

Then her mother seizes to scream, she got up from the ground. Her eyes glassy, no emotion. She turned to stare at Sam, a small smirk flirts into her lips.

"Die," she whispered.

Sam glared at the woman as she sauntered away into the living room and settled there.

Sam sunk to her knees, still clutching her injured shoulder.

"Damm it," she whispered, "Damm it dammit dammit dammit dammit!"

She felt a vibration in her pocket and she pulled the ringing hand phone out.

It was Carly.

Sam felt tears forming but she wiped them away, biting her lips.

She took in a deep breath before answering the call.

"Yo, wazzaup," she said.

"Sam!" Carly's voice shouted from the other end. "Oh hoo boy, you sound pissed what's wrong?" Sam said.

"You're late for the show!" Carly's voice shouted from the other end. Sam's eyes widened and she looked at the clock. It was 8pm…the show was suppose to start at 8.30pm.

"Oh chizz," Sam muttered.

"Get your butt here now!" Carly shouted.

"Ok, ok I get it," Sam said, wincing as she said so. "I'll-"

She paused as an intense pain shot through her, she moaned in pain.

"What's wrong Sam?" Carly's worried voice came from the other end of the line.

"I can't make it today, Carls," Sam said, "I got…a flu."

Carly choked at the other end of the line and she heard Freddie laughing. "What, you think I can't get a cold!" Sam said, jokingly.

"I thought idiots don't get colds," Freddie's voice sounded.

"Aye, you're dead when I see you Fredwart," Sam shouted. This time Freddie choked.

"Are you alright, do you need me to come over?" Carly asked.

Sam looked at the mess and the blood in the room and smirked, "Nah, Carls, I don't think you should. Mamas a little messy right now."

"Well…ok…if you say so…take care of yourself ok," Carly's worried voice came from over the home.

"Ok, ok chillax," Sam muttered, "Yeah yeah I'll take care of myself, bye."

Sam closed the phone and drops it on the floor with a thud. She bangs her head on the wall and lets it rest there. A warm trickle of blood flowed down her face. Her shoulder was bleeding badly. It was getting kind of sticky and gross.

"Ha ha ha," Sam whispered, her chest throbbing in pain. "Ha ha ha ha!"

"This is too funny," she said and closed her eyes, sleep taking her.

'Oh my god, Sam!"

Sam woke up to her mother's cries. She felt weak. She looked up and found her mother sobbing over her. The woman above her was a wreck. Her eyes were red, her hair blonde and her face all wrinkled. Snort and tears were coming from her eyes and nose.

"Who did this to you," she shouted, taking a hold of Sam and hugging her.

"You did," Sam muttered. Her mother broke off sobbing again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Sam," she whispered, stroking Sam.

Sam cried out in pain as she moved her shoulder. She turned and gasped. Her shoulder was all black and there was a strange clear liquid leaking out from it.

"Eww, gross," she muttered.

"What am I going to do…if we call the ambulance their going to take my baby away from me!" her mother screamed.

"Maybe they should," Sam whispered harshly.

"NO!" her mother whined. Sam's chest clenched when her mom looked at her. Eyes like those of an abandoned kid, those of a woman who have lost everything.

"Don't leave me Sam!" her mom screamed.

"You hurt me, bad," Sam had wanted to say, "You asked me to die! And now you're asking me to stay!"

"Ok," Sam whispered, "Just bring me to the hospital…I'll say I got into a gang fight."

Like they would believe me, Sam thought to herself.

"Oh, oh Sam," her mother cried, "I'm sorry."

"You said that so many times," Sam had wanted to say.

"Ok," she whispered.

Her mother smiled and hugged her tighter.

"My baby," her mom whispered.

"Shut up," Sam had wanted to say, but somehow, the words were always caught in her throat.

Freddie *p o v*

Samantha Puckett, or he would like to call Sam Bucket, was late for school. He turned to stare at the entrance again. That blonde headed demon still hasn't come. He sighed and closed his locker doors only to be greeted by a smirking Carly.

"What?" he asked her, smiling.

"Oh, nothing," she said.

"You always say that, come on spit it out," he asked her. Carly smiled, "Well, you like Sam don't you?"

"Gross no," Freddie said, though his heart was racing.

Carly shrugged and closed the locker before turning to the entrance.

"Well, then why do you keep staring at the entrance?"

Freddie turned a bright shade of red and looked away.

"Well…well maybe it's because Sam said she was going to kill me yesterday night…and I'm on the lookout."

"Boys," Carly said rolling her eyes.

"Girls," Freddie said, trying to roll his eyes but failed miserably.

Just as the two were bickering, the door slammed open and in stormed an angry Sam Puckett. Freddie winced when he saw her. It hurt just to look at her. A cut under her eyes, bruises on her neck and hands. She was wearing a black hoodie and green pants.

"Oh my god Sam what happened?" Carly shouted. Sam saw them and she stormed over to them.

"I fell off the curb and almost got hit by a car!" she exclaimed, her voice hitting a new high. Freddie winced, "Ouch," he said.

"Yes, Fredwart, Ouch!" she said and touched her bruised eye. As she did so, Freddie couldn't help but notice the hidden bandage under her hoodie, but it was covered again once Sam placed her hands down.

"Hit me right here…I swear if I find that driver I would kill him!" she said.

"Oh Sam," Carly shouted, hugging Sam who winced in pain. Freddie frowned. "I'm so glad you're ok."

"Yeah I'm glad I'm alive," She said.

"It would take three elephants to kill you," Freddie commented.

Sam turned to face him and found that her eyes were harsh…yet there was something else, something hiding deep in her eyes.

"You're going to die, Fredwart," she said, smirking.

"Oh shit," he whispered.

She pulled off his pants and hung it outside the principal's office.

Well…Freddie was used to it.

I am not very fond of the iomg episode (still fond of it, but not as fond, confused? : D), why? Well simply because Freddie, should be a man and kiss Sam first.

Thanks for reading :D