A/N: Sorry I haven't updated this in a while. School has taken over my life 0.o
Never thought I'd live to see it break
Carly remembered how she felt. That day, when she kept calling Freddie and he wouldn't pick up. It was May 27th. So close to summer, and the end of the school year. Everybody was so happy; except Freddie.
He hadn't been in school. Spencer told her something about how Freddie's mom was getting worse, but Carly didn't even realize that Freddie was still living across the street. She never bumped into him in the halls of Bushwell Plaza anymore.
After the seventeenth call with no answer, she ran across the hall, pounding on the door. One turn of the knob showed that it was unlocked.
"Freddie!" Carly vaguely remembered calling his name through the dark, empty apartment.
"Freddie!"
She sprinted to his room. The door was shut, and locked. Carly whipped out her pearphone, screaming something through the receiver to Sam about needing the lock picked. It seemed like hours before the blonde arrived, and swung open the bedroom door.