Dear Carly,

Our grief therapist told us that we should write you a letter to help deal with your suicide. Sam screemed, "That's stupid! It's not like she's going to read them anyway!" But I later saw her scribbling away around midnight.

She's pregnant, you know. So, this extra stress is not good for the baby. You didn't know, but neither did anyone. Though we were going to tell people the week after your death. Sam's real excited. She wants a boy, but I told her it going to be a girl. We've decided to name the baby Charles if he's a boy, and Carly, if she's a girl. Sam really did love you, you know. Just not the way you loved her.

Spencer's dealing, as well as can be expected. Spencer spends alot more time making art and made a piece of artwork in your memory. He did tell your Dad about your being a homosexual, and your father cried for days. Not because you were gay, but because you killed yourself over it. He hasn't eaten much since your death.

Gibby really misses you. That boy. That shirtless boy. I swear, I think he had a thing for you. He blames himself, actually. He thinks that if he had just told someone about your crush on Sam, when you came to him, this could have been prevented. I know, rediculous, but that's just how he thinks. I'm doing as well as could be expected, too. I have a bit more therapy than anyone else, considering I'm the one that found you. Those wounds never really heal. I've been trying to keep myself occupied with work or shopping for the baby with Sam, but it only helps so much. We made a tribute to you on iCarly, as a farewell. It a collection of our best epidodes that center around you.

Carly, everyone loved you, and it broke our hearts to see you die. Please watch over us, because I think you're better suited for that than Gibby is.

All my love,

Freddie.

A/N: Aw, poor Freddie. Should I write everyone's letters to Carly? Let me know!