Open My Eyes
Perhaps he was right. I was just a scam. A clone. I really was Sam. Just a figment of my own imagination. Could it be that I, Melanie Puckett, had never existed at all? Obviously Freddie knew something I didn't if he had to insist so much that I weren't real. Could everyone else just be playing along to keep my insanity at a safe level? Insane; was that the word to describe me? Was I safely insane? If that were true, I wouldn't have to be in an institution. They kept pretending to keep me safe. I was Sam after all, and he was the one to open my eyes. He showed who I really was; Melanie was an alter-ego. An alias that never would exist if I tried as hard as I could.
There was no Melanie, and I knew better now. I couldn't keep up my confused motives. I needed help, and there was one person I knew could help me. He was just across the hall from Carly and Spencer. It was great I knew such nice and understanding people, but it had to end. Knocking on the door slowly but surely. He opened it to see my face and rolled his eyes, "What do you want Sam."
Without hesitation I spoke, "I want you to kill me."
An immediate change of heart came washing through his face, "What?"
"You were right," it was incredible how easy it was to admit how morally wrong I was, "I'm Sam, and Melanie has to die."
He looked into my eyes and blinked, "You're joking?" I wasn't. I was serious. The only way to officially become sane again would mean to get rid of her. Get rid of Melanie once and for all. Freddie must've seen in my eyes what I was thinking because he replied, "I'm not going to..." he looked around and pulled me inside his apartment, "I'm not going to kill you. How would I anyway? Sam's - you're the one with the extreme pain-inflicting skills." He almost dignified me as a real person. I guess I was really that bad.
"I've actually done a bit of research and found a few ways to get the job done," My hands reached into my purse to soon unfold a piece of paper with different ways to go about my demise, "I think we should first try the strangle, and you best hold onto my neck tight."
His eyes revealed so much fear; I laughed, "What?" he murmured unsurely.
"You're scared. It's no big deal. I have to face reality. There is no Melanie; you knew it all along." My eyes met his again, and he looked stunned. As if I were some impressive actress. As if I still thought he was gullible Freddie. I wouldn't have trusted him with such a great task if I did.
Fredward Benson cautiously put his hands around my neck, "You honestly want me to strangle you?" His eyes glimmered. Did he honestly care that he was taking insanity out of the world? This would fix everything! I nodded, feeling his nervous sweaty hands around my neck was not comfortable. I growled for him to get it over with. If we waited much longer, my delusions could come back, and Melanie could seem real again.
Shakily his grip tightened, and he looked away so to not see himself do such a good deed. Commit the crime of possibly saving the future. He really was a wimp, or so I thought. His grip tightened into the death lock I had been waiting for. Time passed, and my lungs were begging for air. I couldn't give into them; Melanie had to be gone before my breakdown. As the final strains of breath collapsed from me, I whispered, "Freddie..." His eyes widened at my voice, his fear had gone so far as to make tears fall down is face, "thank you..."
FIN
Really short. I really love Melanie; she's my favorite guest star. I rather adore MelxFred too... Review if you wish.
~obsessive-elphaba