–Third Wheel—
Summary: Sam thought that her life was as bad as it could have gotten, but she was wrong. Once she suddenly becomes the third wheel of her friend's newfound relationship, her feelings go out of control, and take a turn for the worse. Rated T for swearing, depression, and attempted suicide. One-sided Seddie. Rating subject to change.
Created By: The Color is Blinding
A/N: Please read and reply. :)
Third Wheel
Part 1—
I am supposed to be the strongest.
I was never supposed to fall.
Now look at me.
Broken.
88.
Yes, I've counted.
It's not as if I have anything else to do with my life.
Because I don't.
—My life was shattered once it happened.
Damn them to Hell.
They put me in this prison.
This empty colorless hole.
I hate them.
I've never hated anyone more until now.
They win the prize by a landslide.
Ha.
I wish they had let me die.
I wish that fucking bitch had never even wondered where I was that night.
It's not as if I had seen her at all that week.
So why did she have to remember me then?
God must be out to get me.
Or the Devil is really on a roll.
Please pass me the knife, Doctor Lewis.
No, I'm not going to cut myself.
Cutting is for stupid girls.
What do I want with the knife? I want to cut my ham up into little pieces.
So I can eat them easier.
Oh, do you want to do it, Doctor Lewis?
Okay then. Okay, Doctor Lewis. Take away my freedoms even more.
Thank you, Doctor Lewis, for cutting my ham up into little pieces.
Yes, Doctor Lewis, I don't say things I don't mean anymore.
Remember, you told me that I should do that.
That maybe I'd be happier if I was genuine.
Well, guess what, Doctor Lewis?
I'm not.
My appointment with Doctor Steinbridge's this afternoon, is it not?
Yes, Doctor Lewis.
No, Doctor Lewis.
She's a whore, Doctor Lewis.
I'm sorry, Doctor Lewis.
What am I sorry for?
For telling the truth.
I can't call my therapist a whore anymore?
Then maybe she shouldn't be wearing that.
Okay.
I'm sorry, Doctor Lewis.
No, I'm just saying that to make you feel better.
I'm not actually sorry.
Why would I be?
Oh, because she's a very nice old lady who has devoted hours of her life trying to make me not as crazy as I already am?
I'm not crazy, Doctor Lewis.
Why would you say that?
Just because I tried to kill myself?
That doesn't make me crazy.
No, Doctor Lewis, it just makes me sane.
Why sane? Because it shows that I have feelings too.
That I'm not invincible.
I can be hurt too.
I appreciate your concern, but really, I'm fine.
Please, I'm sorry I disrupted you.
It's time for my group therapy session.
I have to meet up with Karen.
Karen's bulimic.
Yes, I've been trying to help her out.
Does she help me out?
No.
No one can help me.
The only people who could already turned their backs on me.
That's why I'm in this damn place.
I'm sorry I swore.
I'm sorry you don't want me to apologize anymore.
Yes, I'll be going now.
No, I haven't taken my medication yet.
I don't like it.
I don't like how it makes me feel.
It makes me feel…
Worthless.
You don't know why I'm here, Doctor Lewis.
I've been here for only 64 days.
You've been here for only 20.
Ha. Thank you, though.
I'm glad that you can talk to me about anything.
Usually it's supposed to be the other way around.
You know, the depressed suicidal teenager talking to the grown-up psychiatrist.
I'm not even your patient, you know.
You don't deal with suicide or depression cases.
So why did you decide to befriend me?
All of the other girls think I'm a lunatic.
Thank you.
It means a lot.
Well, I should be going.
Enjoy your day at Westside Ocean View Psychiatric Hospital. Don't go crazy,
I hate these hallways.
I hate how, despite my efforts, I can't seem to blend into the background.
No.
Maybe it's because I was once famous.
All of these girls know me.
It's humiliating.
I can hear their whispers.
Look. It's Sam Puckett, you know, the girl from iCarly.
Why is she here?
Is she like us, too?
What did she do?
If she's here, where's—
I always try to drown their voices before I hear their disgusting names.
I hate them.
It's their fault I'm here.
They put me in this place.
And then they left me.
They left me, and went out to enjoy themselves without me.
They're happy I'm not there anymore.
They're happy.
So happy, they forgot about me.
The last time they visited was never.
I'm jealous.
How I wish I could forget about them.