It was a regular day at Carly Shay's colorful apartment. The TV was on and everyone was nice and quiet. JUST KIDDING. As usual if me and the Benson kid are in the same room, we were fighting. So of course, we were arguing, well not exactly. He was yelling at me, but I was calm and silent watching Girly Cow on Carly's little flat screen. Then Freddisons voice echoed through the apartment.
"SAM!" he shouted.
"What now Benson?" I said with a bored tone.
"Why!" he yelped, "Why do you cause so much shit in my life!"
I swivled my eyes towards him, his face was red and his eyes looked a bit crazy. His blue striped shirt was ripped in many places and sauce was smeared all over it. I smirked at my work, I had done pretty good this time. His mouth twitched and his hands were curled into fists.
"Sam!" he yelled again.
"What Fredward?" I said as I got up from Carly's couch.
He sighed angrily, "Why do you always do shit to me and make my life miserable? Why do you have to push me and shove me and rip all my clothes?"
He went on and on. Naming every bad thing I had done to him. I could hear his voice, which squeaked a couple times, due to the fact he was now, finally going through the puberty. I smirked every time his voice squeaked and laughed in my head. He continued naming ways I had ruined his life. He said all this while I was raiding Carly's fridge. Orange juice, ew fruit no. Milk, hmm any chocolate syrup? My eyes lite up as I found the chocolate syrup and grabbed it.
"Eh, who needs milk?" I mumbled.
"And you never ever listen to me!" he screamed.
"Are you done yet?" I said bored after I squirted the syrup into my mouth.
"You know what Sam?" he said in a low voice, "Sometimes I just wish you were dead."
He almost hissed the last part. I looked at him, and his face was blank, no expression. He wished me dead? I squirted the bottle of syrup and it squirted on the floor making a huge puddle. Carly had heard it too, the whole apartment was silent. Suddenly I felt tears in my eyes, I walked up to Freddie slowly, dropping my syrup bottle. His feet faltered and he grabbed the counter. I started at him and raised my hand, but then I surprised both of us, and dragged my hand under my eye, to wipe the single tear that had fallen.
His eyes were confused now and I turned. I walked quickly past Carly who quieltly said my name, but I was gone. I slammed the door behind me, and sat on the floor hiding behind that little plant in the corner. I let all the tears fall out but I was confused, why was I crying? I was Sam Fucking Puckett. But what he said hurt, he had never gone that far but he took that step. I listened to Carly yelling at Freddie, I heard my name and I heard him yelling back, but I heard their voices getting closer to the door so I ran away. I ran out of Bushwell Plaza and out onto the street corner.
I stood there for a minute trying to decide what to so, but then I heard their yelling again. They were about to come outside, coming looking? For me? As soon as I heard their voices in the cold, dark, air of Seattle I took a new step. One step that changed everything. All I remember was the bright light, the screech of the car and the honking of its horn. The gasps and the yells of people around me, and then the light and the noise filled the air and everything was black.