Well hey you guys. I'm sorry+a billion for neglecting this story (and iFind Dry Rain) for a while. I feel really bad about that. BUT the good news is that chapter 3 is up and I hope it makes up for the absolute horribleness of my absence from WordPerfect 10.
Carly's POV
I tried. I really, really did. But life without Sam just wasn't the same. I mean, I visited her in the hospital every afternoon after school, but it wasn't like I could talk to her and she could answer with some rude remark that would cause me to laugh and roll my eyes while Freddie sat there scowling. School wasn't the same either. Eating lunch with Freddie just made both of us sadder, and we usually ended up sitting there in silence. I couldn't talk to Jake anymore, at least not without thinking about that night. It was just all to hard. Too different. And would take a lot of getting used to.
Freddie's POV
I put on my red striped polo and jeans, running my fingers through my hair as I opened the door to the Shay's apartment.
"Hey." I walked in and stared.
"Hi, Fred-ster." Spencer gave me a weak smile and continued studying the giant sculpture in front of him. It was a plaster cast of Sam's head, blown up about 200 sizes bigger than it actually was. 2008 was faintly scratched in her forehead, and her lips formed a ghastly smile that made my spine shiver.
"She's not dead." I said, forcing my eyes to blink. I couldn't hear to look at the girl who I had basically killed. The girl who I loved, but would probably never know the truth.
"I know." Spencer reached up and smoothed out plaster Sam's nose. It was amazing how he had gotten every little detail right. How he had captured her high cheek bones and big, round eyes perfectly.
I felt my eyes fill with tears, and I walked out of the apartment, back to my own. Collapsing on my bed, the tears ran down my face, salty and warm. I punched everything in sight, kicking over my DiVigalo, which I had spent the last two months working on, trying to get the hard drive up and running again. Sighing, I curled up in the black hammock that strung across my room and fell asleep, letting the sounds of Secondhand Serenade clear my head.
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"Freddie?" A voice came from the other side of my door. "You there?"
Carly.
"Yeah. Hold on a sec." I got up and washed my face, trying my best to de-puffy-ize my red eyes. "Come on in."
Carly came in, and sat on my desk, picking up a baseball cap and tossing it on my bed.
"Hey."
"Hi...?" I knew she come here for a reason, but I couldn't find it in her expressionless stare.
We sat there for a moment, looking awkwardly at each other until she finally said something.
"iCarly. We can't do that without Sam."
iCarly. I had completely forgotten about that.
"R-right. We should stop. For now, at least." I saw her face cloud up and she tugged her jacket, pulling it tighter against her body.
"Ok then." She got up and headed for the door. I walked up behind her, putting my arms around her middle and she hugged me back, sniffling into my shirt.
"I'm such a jerk,"
"We all are." I held her close, squeezing my eyes tightly, not letting the tears fall.
Sam's POV
"No."
"I opened my eyes slightly.
"No, Lily."
Lily was my mom's name. I tried to turn my head from where the voices were coming from, but nothing moved. Then a lady with curly blonde hair and pale skin appeared in the corner of my eye, standing by my bed.
"Steve, we have to." She sounded sad. I smiled. Finally, for once in her life, not everything was perfect.
"Look what you did to her already. Look what she's become because of you!" My stepdad's voice made the room thunder, and I felt his hand grip the metal bed post.
"Me? Steven look at yourself! You're the one always coming home half naked and bone soaked drunk! I had nothing to do with this!"
"Don't you talk to me like that, woman! Fuck you to hell." Steve spat, and I could smell the alcohol in his breath.
Mom shivered. Her body suddenly became weak and fragile-looking, and she collapsed onto my bed, sobbing.
"Look at your damn daughter, fool! Look at her. Damn her...she should die right now." He started pulling on my machines, kicking the bed fiercely.
"Go away." Mom trembled. "Please."
Steve obliged, spitting on my face and letting a slur of swear words pour out of his mouth as he slammed the door behind him.
Mom sat there for a second, trying to calm herself down. Then she got up, wiped here eyes and left, without as little as a goodbye. The nurse came in, adjusted my machines, wiped my face and smoothed out my sheets.
I made up a rhyme of cuss words to sing to my "parents" later.
That was before I overheard the doctors telling each other that there was a "Lily Puckett" in intensive care, and that a man named Steven had pushed her off a bus.
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