A/N: Hi guys! Here is Sam's letter.
Dear Carly, I hate you for doing this. Really-I do. I don't understand. I really don't. I don't think I ever will, really. Dealing with your death has been rough on all of us, Freddie especially. He found you, you know. Lying there, face down in your own blood, wrists slit. I just don't understand. How could you do that to him? To us? I'm having a baby, Carly. She's a girl. Freddie and I are going to name her Carly Marie Benson, after you. The Marie comes from one of Freddie's family. I think it was his grandmother's name. Spencer has been making pieces of art in your memory. He still can't grasp that you're gone, it'll take him some time. Gibby really misses you. He thinks that he's to blame, which I think is stupid. If anyone's at fault, it's me for not realizing you were hurting. I can't believe I never realized you were in love with me. I'm so sorry, Carls. Maybe if I had, things would have turned out differently. I'm sorry for making you hurt by being with Freddie, but I love him. We're really happy together, Carls. We just wish you were still here to be happy with us. Spencer, Freddie, Gibby, and I have all started going to PFLAG meetings, in your honor. There's a march happening soon and all of us are going to go, even though none of us are homosexual. We hope that you're happy now, Carly, and at peace. We miss and love you. Your best friend, Sam. A/N: I felt like writing something. Tomorrow's my birthday, so I was in a good mood. I'll be 18! Woot! Yeah, I know. 18 and still watching Nickelodeon? Hmmm...Review, please?