Disclaimer: I don't own ICarly
Warning: Contains Mention of Rape Abuse Self Harm and Suicide... You sick people :D
General POV
Sam Puckett walked through the city of Seattle late at night. It was cold and raining but she didn't care. The rain actually made her feel good. It disguised her tears from those around her. She'd not told anyone but recently she'd been depressed and no matter what she tried nothing helped. The boy she loved hated her, her mother's new husband Bill abused her and recently raped her, she felt guilty for hiding her cuts from her best friends. When she went to bed at night she would think about ways to kill herself. She would cry herself to sleep every night and wake up with a fake smile plastered on her face. She was determined to never let people discover her real feelings or it could make things even worse. As she walked up to her front door, her hand began to shake with fear not knowing what she would enter to. Her Mum and Bill would probably be passed out drunk by now since it's almost midnight but there is always a little feeling they'll be stood there waiting for her. She slowly unlocks the door and takes small slow steps in, looking around and jumping at any little noise. She makes her way in to the main room and finds her mum stood there with booze in hand drinking vodka straight from the bottle.
"Where've you been?" Pam spits in her daughters face.
"At Carly's" Sam mumbles back without looking up from the ground.
"Just be glad Bill isn't here to punish you, you know what happens when you're late home now get upstairs." Pam shouts and Pushes her daughter in the direction of the stairs.
Sam runs upstairs and slams her bedroom door shut, falling onto the mattress on the floor. Her mother never gave her a real bed just a mattress and a drawer for her clothes, that's all she was allowed. She brings her knees to her chest and tears start streaming down her face. Once again she turns to the only way she can make herself feel better.
Sam's POV
I lift the corner of my mattress up and pull out my razor blade and blood covered tower. I roll my sleeve up exposing my other scars. I put the blade to my wrist and slice it across watching blood drip off my skin. Tears fall down my cheeks and I repeat the same action over and over. I add 4 more cuts to my wrist then wrap the towel around my wrist to soak up the blood. I hide the blade back under my mattress, I hear my phone vibrate in my pocket and take it out. It's Carly calling. I decline her call because I know she'll be able to tell I'm crying from my voice. I lay down on my mattress and close my eyes. I'm trying to fall to sleep but it's hard. I have all these thoughts run round in my head. Nobody cares about me, nobody would care if I wasn't here and I don't blame them. Why should they care, I'm just a failure, bad at everything, I don't blame them for all hating me.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: MY NEW STORY! I am so psyched about this one I'm hoping to make it better than IAnorexia. Again this is talking about a few issues I've had to deal with and the one thing I hate is reviews judging people like me. This is just like my last story because it's me trying to get a message across again. I've been through some bad times in life and I write stories like this because I want to help others like me. Please review and tell me if you like the idea for the story and how i could improve. Follow me on Twitter crazyforskittle and I will bring Freddie into this story in a couple of chapters. Laters. :) :) :)