*Carly's POV*
I couldn't believe it. I was going to have to leave behind everything. Well, not literally everything, but the things that I cared for most. My friends, iCarly, my school… even my older brother. Sure, I'd see them on some weekends, but I refused to move almost two hours away to a town that sounds like someone throwing up. Yakima. I was going to have to move there with my grandfather the very next day.
I was furious about it. It all started when one of Spencer's typical pieces of arts went haywire and nearly lodged a hammer into my head. My granddad got all freaked out about it and said I wasn't "safe" with Spencer. But honestly it wasn't that big of a deal, and I'm perfectly fine so I don't understand why I can't stay here in Seattle. And what hurt the most, was that Spencer wasn't even trying to talk Granddad into letting me stay any more. He'd given up.
I sat on my bed and desperately tried to come up with ways to get out of this, and I could only come up with one. I'd never considered myself depressed enough to commit suicide. Suicide was only for those who seriously needed some friendly help. I've been loved my entire life, but I didn't think I could live in Yakima until my senior year. So I decided that suicide was going to be my path.
So I snuck down the stairs of our apartment and went to the medicine cabinet. I knew for a fact I couldn't handle taking a gun to my head, and I'm pretty sure Spencer doesn't even have a gun. Spencer had gone off to the store so I had about 15 minutes to toss down any pills I could find and pray that it didn't hurt. I grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills down from the top shelf. I read the label to find that they were prescribe to Sam's mom, and I wondered why on earth Sam would bring them here. I imagined if I took the whole bottle, I could just fall asleep and never wake up.
I clutched them tightly in my hand, so tightly that the lid was hurting my palm. I closed the cabinet before sprinting back up the stairs to my room. As I sat on my bed, I realized I'd forgotten a glass of water. Not wanting to waste precious time, I began taking them one by one without water. There was about ten in the bottle, and I managed to take them all although it took about three minutes. I fell back onto my bed, and waited for the pills to take effect.
From downstairs I heard two voices call my name. Spencer and Sam. Sam must have come to say an early goodbye. I had no clue what to do. I couldn't get up to hide, because I could already feel an eerie numbness sweeping my limbs. The numbness grew stronger, and suddenly, I regretted what I had done. But I couldn't even find my voice to yell out for someone to call an ambulance, I wasn't even going to be able to tell my best friend goodbye.
Dark spots danced in front of my eyes, and drowsiness filled my head. I heard faint steps coming up the stairs, and a far away squeak that sounded like my door. Extremely hot hands touched my arm, shaking me slightly.
"Carly…" I recognized Spencer's voice, and it sounded as if he was on the other side of the room and whispering. "Gosh, kiddo you're freezing. Put on a hoodie and come downstairs. Sam's here."
I tried to force my eyes open. I managed to force my arm to move, and made a desperate, weak grab at Spencer's shirt.
"Carly?" his slightly panicked voice sounding even farther away now, was the last thing I heard before I completely lost consciousness.