iShowed Up
A/N so this is my first iCarly fanfic it will be told in a few different pov's this chapter will be third person so as not to give away who it is hehe...would love some reviews they make me smile ..as opposed to my job which makes me want to cry :{ so do I own iCarly? Well according to the local police department it's illegal to steal and last I checked I wasn't a 40 year old male from La...so yea still not owning :{ Enjoy my little iCarly fanatics.
Life flashes by seconds tick into into minutes hours into days weeks into months which becomes years. Sometimes you feel like your standing on the edge with no way to look but down. That no matter how hard you try to rise above it all the currents will always rise up and sweep you up pulling you down.
Sometimes I wish I was a bird I could just spread my wings and let the winds take me away high above it all. Above all the pain and suffering of this world , sure I would be sad to leave her behind I mean she was the person who understood me the one who I always ran to when Chiz became too hard she was the one who I always sought comfort from day in day out, the one I waited patiently for in the back round while she loved another I played the part of her goofy best friend long before we ever met.
It's hard to sit idyll by when your a teenager with hormones and a heart so full of love lust longing desire knowing she'll never love you back. At least not in the same way you have loved her praying hoping that just once she'll see the need in your eyes and reciprocate but it never comes and each day your hope gets dashed till your heart becomes so numb and so hardened by life's cruelty that you just can't take it anymore. You realize that after your gone no one will miss you her life will a lot easier when your gone she won't have you to worry about. So you grab a water bottle and wash down some of those little helpers Rip off Rodney gave to you. Your not thinking rationally when you grab the 48 revolver your minds a bit fuzzy between the helpers and the Ecstasy , the tequila your legs are a bit sore as you climb on top of the bridge the traffic is whizzing by down below you can feel the metal shaking and groaning from the speed. Their like toys from this high up they almost don't look real but they are you can feel the wind from them whipping by. You see your life flashing by as you stand on the edge your fingers gripping so tight their turning a scary shade of white there's a tight pain in your head as the memories of the 3 of you go by good times bad times your numb your not thinking about what you are going to do you can't think cause then you might chicken out and your sick of being a chicken.
Swallow don't look down it won't hurt think about the freedom spreading your wings flying high above it all. 1...2 slowly you inch above your fingers are cramped and sore a bit bloody your feeling sick..tears blind you your face burns and your sweating ..your ears are pounding and the rush of traffic grows mute ...you take one hand away from the curb and lift your hand up the gun is cold against your sore fingers you wrap your finger around the trigger take a deep breath it's now or never ''Pop" pain blinds you...your legs start to give way ..your rushing..falling...a scream calls out..but it's too late..
Your Fate Is Sealed...