Kisshigo: Hey all you people! This is my first iCarly FanFiction, I wrote this at around midnight, so if there are any mistakes… Don't flame ^.^ I hope it is good. Seddie though :D If anyone is wondering, she was abused by her mother as a child, and it hasn't stopped since. Melanie doesn't know about it because she wasn't really ever in the picture. I hope you like it. If you do, please review!
Thump, Thump, Thump. His breathing was even and rhythmically matched the slow rain that gently drummed the earth of Seattle.
After a long day, the midnight moon that shone brightly into his room could not wake him. It seemed like nothing could.
That's when the phone rang.
On any given night, he wouldn't have stirred, not for anything. But his heart told him otherwise.
Something was wrong.
Terribly
Terribly
Wrong.
"Hello?" He asked groggily, annoyed and… Anxiously
"We need you here, right now."
"W-Why?" He asked, more concerned.
"We'll explain when you get here, just come."
The line went blank, just as his heart dropped.
The ride there was fuzzy and long, the simple five minute drive seemed to last a lifetime
The scene was even more torturous.
She was lifeless, beaten
She was Sam
"What… Happened…" He tried to speak, overwhelmed.
"She was abused, we don't know how long it has been happening for, all we know is this time it was terminal."
"Sam!" The boy cried, he was hushed by a female officer
"She is in shock, we don't know… She is in a coma."
Those words… Simple words… Killed him internally
"No…"
"Try and talk to her, it's all you can do. There is barely any hope left for her."
He walked up to the girl
The girl he knew so well
The strongest person he ever knew…
The one that bothered him and made his life miserable every single day...
The one that would do anything for some friend chicken…
The one that would hide her true feelings, keep them sheltered from everyone else thoughts…
The one that pestered him, the one that mentally tortured him...
Was nothing but tortured herself.
The gurney she was strapped to be equipped with lines and other medical aid.
The oxygen mask that engulfed her pale face was the only thing that kept her still faintly breathing.
He reached out tenderly and carefully brushed her blonde bangs out of her face.
Events swarmed around in his mind, like the medics and policed officers swarmed the apartment.
How could he be so blind?
Every day she was caught off in a daze, her wandering mind was kept secret, even from Carly
She was always late, always hungry, always tired
So many clues, obvious clues
But no discovery
Atleast until now.
Carly was nowhere to be found, maybe it would be best if she wasn't here. She would be heartbroken
Just like how he was.
He didn't like to admit it, but her teasing games and playful insults were cute.
He liked them, just like how he liked her.
Maybe he would have admitted it, if he knew how brave she had to be just to pass through the day.
A paramedic passed, giving the heartbroken boy a sympathetic look.
Only to continue on her way once again.
Oh, how much he would give to see her face one more time.
Just one more time.
"One… More… Time…" He repeated to himself.
Black circles rounded his eyes, puffy from silently crying.
He finally let himself tear one more drop.
It landed on her forehead.
He didn't even think, before leaning down and lightly kissing her on the aqua tip
He backed up quickly, either out of surprise, or he was just scared that he might damage the delicate fragile face that used to be so strong.
Maybe if he was strong, it would make things easier
Having a crying boy on the scene didn't make anything better.
He had to be strong for her,
For Sam.
In this world, there were dangers; signs of vulnerability were not accepted.
So how did Sam earn this fate?
He cupped his face in his hands and silently sobbed.
Why, why did it have to happen to her?
The girl he…
Loved?
Yes, he was ready to admit it
But…
He was too late
The monitor that constantly beeped in a slow even pace suddenly flanked.
Doctors rushed around to see what was the matter. Their words formed together in an uneven hum
They were silenced and stopped by the brisk hand of the same doctor who gave him the sympathetic look only minutes earlier.
That seemed very, very long ago.
He could only wish that he could hear her again
Hear her insult him by giving him rude nicknames or sharing unkind remarks.
Just on more time could he see her face, free of all the masks and wires, flourishing with color and brightness.
It seemed like it would never happen.
He remembered the flanked monitor and turned his glazed gaze over to Sam.
Then he heard it
He heard the most angelic thing
The most utterly, astonishing thing
She spoke in a weak voice and smiled
"Hey Fredwad."
If you like it, like I said before. R&R!