Prologue
The blood flowed over her skin, a deep bubbling red. She lifted the piece of glass slowly. She felt relieved. She was Sam Puckett and she didn't deal with feelings particularly well. She had low tolerance for the heartbreak, loneliness, pain and sadness. To express meant using sharp object and cutting was the only way.
(Freddies point of view)
I walked into Carly's apartment in avery good mood. It was friday, which meant the of a long week at school and Carly's, Sam's and my webcast which we call ICarly. We did the most randomest things and it was alot of fun. There did'nt seem to be anyone around in her apartment which was unusual but oh well. I walked upstairs to the studio to start prepping for the show and saw Sam inside listening to her PearPod. I groaned out of reflex. Sam was alot to handle but I loved her. We had dated but ended up calling it off. Things were still very akward between us and we rarley ever spoke nowadays. "Hey" "Oh, um hi!" "Soooooooooooo Whats up?" Nothing going to go get some ham."Bye" I said to the door as it shut. What is her problem? I thought about it. I just don't know. I wish we were back to our old fighting selves. But it will take along time to get back to that.