Ten years. Its been ten years. Ten years since I saw her. I saw her kissing him. On her couch. Like they didn't even know I was there. Or care. I slammed the door. She looked up. He wouldn't. Ten years.

I'm not Sam anymore. The bully, the demon. Nope. Not me anymore. I'm Samantha. The only thing I kept from my last life? Memories. And thats the was I wanted it.

~~~~~~~Seddie~~~~~Seddie~~~~~Seddie~~~~~Seddie~~~~~Seddie~~~~~~~~

"Hey Samantha, can you toss me that file on the economics of Japan?" yelled Tory, my reporter friend. She tossed her thick brown hair over her shoulder and turned to face me. I picked up a manilla folder on top of the desk she was pointing at and held it up silently. She nodded slowly, like I was an invalid or something, and I tossed it carefully to her manicured hand.

"Thank you." she said exasperatedly. I smiled and shook my head. This was our daily routine, it seemed. But we were still friends, after all. But not best. I don't have best friends anyomore.

"So you want to meet up later for lunch? I just read a review of this cute little bistro down on Alder, want to sample?" She asked.

"Of course!" I said enthusiasticly. Tori was the only one who knew today I wasn't going to be to happy. She was just trying to cheer me up. I decided I would let her. She reached out and ruffled my long, curly gold hair. I pushed her hand away and giggled. I wondered for a moment on how the people from my old life would act if they saw me like this. The old me NEVER giggled.

"Be ready if five, ok?" Tory said, snapping her fingers in my face, snapping me from my daydreams of my past life.

"Alright." I sighed as I sifted through my desk looking for my leather jacket. I picked it up and walked out the door, forcing myself to put one stilletoed foot in front of the other.

Freddies POV

Freddie Benson. Freddork. I grabbed my head in frustration then looked over at Carly, who was filing her nails, looking like she didn't have a care in the world. But she had tears in her eyes. This time was the hardest. She left 10 years ago, today, leaving only a tear splattered note behind her.

Freddork and Carly,

By the time you read this, I'll be gone. Not dead. Like I would kill myself over a nub. Not you Carly, love you to death. Just, I wanted to say goodbye. Please send your wedding announcement, you too lovebirds. My address is-actually, just send it to my mom. She knows where I am.

-Sam

Sam. Even her name sends chills down my spine. A fresh wave of tears assaulted me and the memories of the first few months after she left trickled in through the rock solid dam I had built, keeping her out. It seemed to know I was at my most vulnerable, so they just keep coming, until it was gushing.

"Carly! CARLY!" I yelled up the stairs in the brightly colored apartment.

"What? What? I was watching TV." she said, then yawned. Her calm face instantly transformed when she saw my distressed one, soaked with tears and sweat.

"Its Sam." I choked out, then dissolved into tears. I thrusted the note to her and then sank to the floor.

I watched her eyes travel across the page, picking up speed as they went along. She gasped a couple of times but I just sobbed. I did this. She left because of me. Me.

"Her mom. Lets just call her mom! It says right here. 'She knows where I am' why didn't you just call her mom as soon as you found this-hey, where did you find this?"
"It was taped to your door. Do you have her phone number?" I said, finally breaking my tears and deciding not to shed another tear.

"No. She changes it about every week to keep off stalker boyfriends." she said after a minute. I felt a drop on my hand. It wasn't my tear. I pulled Carly into a hug and she cried silently into my shoulder. I awkwardly patted her head and a tear splashed on her raven-hair.