Freddie's break.
It was over now, the Carly and Sam just signed off and he was now in the process of shutting everything down. Carly was talking about how great Sam was during the show, and how it was a great idea of using his real Pear Phone in one of the skits about waterproofing jell, that was really just congealed butter Carly forced him to make with her 'Please, for me?' question and 'dyeing deer' eyes, instead of the fake he made to use. The two show hostesses made there way over to the fret elevator and down to the Shey apartment, never looking back at Freddie as he walked over to pulled his now destroyed phone out of the boiling water. He never did regain feeling in his hand after getting hit by the food truck, or his knee for that matter, but it wasn't worth crying over.
Turning the Bunsen burner off with his left hand as he fished around in the boiling water for the useless phone. Finding it in a few seconds he pulled it out and moved back to his camera and cart where he started his laptop back up under a separate profile that was password protected. The screen blacked out as the tune of Galaxy Wars played and a window opened up with two Sky Nauts preparing for battle, and as the two figures reached for their weapons Freddie quickly typed in another password that caused the window to black out before it showed a Sky Naut with its fist held high shaking it in rage shouting 'NO!' in a speech bubble as the other pushed a button on a red robot with a sombrero.
Showing a grin Freddie could feel a bit of his good mood retuning. Turning the camera around to face himself Freddie made sure it only showed himself and the corner of the room he'd been using for the past month. "Three, two, one." He muttered to himself as he watched the blinker on his camera start up to let him know he was broadcasting live. "Hay everyone, anyone." He started of, his voice no longer the cheery sounding it had been a few minutes ago for iCarly.
Letting out a sigh Freddie relaxed into the corner as he sat on the lone stool he placed there earlier in the day. "I don't think I can take this any more. It's getting harder to keep up this act, pretending to be all happy as they all abuse me. I spent a little extra time today making a prop Pear Phone for them to use in their skit, and what do they do? They use my real one and Carly congratulates Sam for doing it," he takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself.
Yelling at the camera wouldn't make him feel better, just attract attention from anyone who heard him through the walls, "I honestly don't know why I expect anything different from the "Abuser" or her pet, or why I put up with it anymore." Shifting his weight a bit to lean against the left side of the corner Freddie examined his right hand, studying who it seemed to pulse an angry red. "Maybe I should have let the water cool." He muttered loud enough for the camera to pick up.
"Of everything I thought I would miss in my life I never thought I would miss feeling. It seems that even if its just my arm and knee it feels like something more is missing, like a part of me die with the feeling." Shaking his head Freddie pushed his brain to a new topic, "So I was able to dig up a bit about my father yesterday. His name was 'Leonard Benson', and a stub of an old bus ticket taped to the back of an old photo of him and my mom as teens. Just looking at it I wonder who was craziest back then, my mom who everyone on my family says never changed, or my dad for falling in love with her." Resting his head against the wall he let out a hollow laugh.
"Even if he is a drunk, drug abusing asshole like everyone in the family says I wish he took me with him, I could have had a chance at freedom if he die in the streets while he had me with him. But no, he leaves me with my psych of a mother to be chipped like a dog and choked by a leash." Shaking his head he try's to focus on a new subject. "Oh, yeah. Guess who's screwing me over now? The maker of the Pear Phone. Their store down the road from where I live put up this really large poster, it's a new policy, signed by the Head of their company that states, and I quote "Any product damaged or put into a state of not properly operating by "Samantha A. Puckett" can and will be turned down for repair or replacement. Any policy's taken out on the product for its repair and/or replacement will be terminated with no refunds.""
"So I can't get it fixed, I can't buy a new one since I don't have the money thanks to Sam breaking into my house and stealing most my life saving so she and Carly can go to 'Build a bra'. I mean they don't have anything worth covering so what's the point, and why does she need over $1500 for it." Swinging his right fist out into the brick wall he didn't feel anything as he scraped away skin and began to bleed slowly. "Now I can't find out when I get the chance to work so I can't get money to pay for iCarly or myself. Then Carly's going to go through her disappointed guilt trip on me as Sam brakes more of my things, or myself, and Spenser's going to act like a child and ignore everything around him so he can work on his "Art""
Ignoring the blood that was traveling down the bricks from his still placed hand Freddie looked at the large window that lead from the recording room they used for iCarly he wondered what would happen if he jumped. Pushing the thought from his head he remembered that there was a point to his video. "Anyway there was something I wanted to say before iCarly killed my day. I finished the animated Movie I was making, for the most part. I have everything done but I need voice actors to play the characters. You can watch the movie, it should already be uploaded for the lines if you want to try out, the link below will let you submit for any position you want. Sorry for the ranting today, I just needed to let it out."
Reaching forward and shutting off the camera the live feed turned off, and thus the uploading for both his videos began. If Freddie Benson knew what putting up those two videos would lead him to do, he may have thought twice about hitting the end button. With a final click of the mouse the website closed, it would be the last time he got on his first Webpage, "Freddie's corner".