iMemory

Disclaimer: I dont own iCarly. Dan does. Huzzah!

the story of an awful memory freddie benson only wants to forget

I was lost. Alone. I didn't know what to do. I had to find them. Before I was lost forever.

I only knew of one way. The way that did not guaranty I would walk out alive. But I had to.

I stepped through the giant, cold metal doors. The shut the instant I was in the dark room. I touched the wall. It lit up red.

I was terrified. But I had to be strong.

The floor started to move. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. I just wanted this to be over. For me to see my family again.

Everything stopped. The doors flew open once again. But I couldn't get out. I knew I couldn't. It took every ounce of my will and my being to stay inside of the threatening place.

A man stepped in. Closer and closer to me.

I inched my way down to unit I sat in the corner, trying to stay hidden. It worked. He too touched the wall as I did. More red.

Again the doors opened. Again, I could not leave. Though the man left, I still unnoticed, I had to stay. I was close. I was almost ready.

The door closed and once more the floor moved but stopped abruptly. The few, dim lights in this scary place flickered and shut down. The wall was no longer red. I was afraid this would happen.

All I could do was pray. Pray that my family did not worry too much about me, though I was not sure how I would end up. I prayed that if I did not survive, my family would still live happy lives. I prayed that maybe, maybe I could live. But I did not want to be too selfish.

I sat there for a very long time. At any moment something could step out and take me away. This was a rumor, one that I believed to be true.

The room shook. I stayed down and soon, it stopped. The floor moved again, smoothly this time, with not interruptions.

I felt a tear fall down my cheek and quickly wiped it away. I wasn't finished yet.

The doors opened. It was time.

I stepped out into the light. I was alive. I was alive. This was all I could think.

Then, I heard something. It was a calling, or a crying. I could tell it was a frightened woman. She was looking for something. Or someone.

"Freddie? Freddie dear where are you?"

Could it be? Is this true?

"Mama?" I said softly

"Freddie!" this woman was my mother. I had found her. I was greatly relieved.

"Honey! What happened where did you go?"

I couldn't speak. I was overwhelmed with joy. I cried on her as she held me.

Finally, I had the strength to open my mouth, and say something.

"Mama?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"Elevators are scary"

A/N i wrote this after my brother got stuck in an elevator alone :P hope it entertained you