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There's a part here when Sam cuts. That part is dedicated to my super awesome reviewer mekaylawrotethis. She was my inspiration when I was writing it. I know she hasn't reviewed on this one but she always did on my other story. Mekaylawrotethis, I just wanted to say that I really love your story. And in honor of your work, "iHave To," I wrote that part for you and I hope you like it. Read her story! Really amazing. :P
I've decided to do that in every chapter, I'll dedicate a part to a certain reviewer to thank him/her for the feedback he/she gave. So, mekaylawrotethis, I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I'm not Dan Schneider. :(
Bringing Carly Shay Down
Chapter 2: Brink of Death
Tuesday, September 2, 1:10 PM
Ridgeway High, 2nd Floor, History Class
Cyril Clearwater's To-Do List
1. Destroy Carly Shay
2. Steal Austin Noel—Carly Shay's superdy duperdy hot boyfriend
3. Beat Carly Shay in everything (includes getting high grades. If possible, be class valedictorian.)
4. Be the nicest girl in Ridgeway High
5. Ignore nubs (Oh please, like I'd love to have more nubs in my life. One is enough.)
6. Stay in shape (You know at home, I always eat a ton of bacon and ham. Don't ask.)
7. Destroy Carly Shay
8. Try out for cheerleading (Carly is a cheer leader)
9. Run as Senior President (I'm crazy, don't you think?)
10. Destroy Carly Shay
In case you have noticed, I'm making lists a lot lately. I, myself, is not sure why.
I reread the list all over again, memorizing every word. My favorite task: Destroy Carly Shay. Hmmm, sounds predictable, huh? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
"Hi."
I quickly tuck the list in my History book and slam it. I smile nervously. "H-hey."
Holy Neptune. You won't believe who just said 'hi' to me.
Carly Shay.
My eyes widen. "Oh, h-hi."
Wait, did I just stutter? Gosh, NO!
Carly sticks out a hand and smiles at me. "Hi, my name is Carly Shay. And you are?"
I gulp. Keep your head up, keep your head up!
"Cyril Clearwater. Nice to meet you." I say, taking her hand and shakes it for three gross seconds.
"You're new?" Carly asks, taking the seat beside me. She places her bag on her lap and continues to stare at me.
I simply nod. WHERE IS YOUR STRENGTH SA—CYRIL? I have to say something. Where is my brain? Oh come on, WORK!
This is a very critical moment.
At the corner of my eye, I see Melanie enter the classroom and freezes on her spot. She grins and silently makes her way to the third row of the classroom. However, her bag hits Carly's desk making Carly glance at her for a moment. This time, it is Carly's turn to freeze in shock. She gasps.
Wow. One epic moment.
"S-sam?" Carly stutters.
How does it feel Carly? How does it feel to see my twin right in front of you? Does it make you feel uneasy? Nervous? Anxious? REGRETFUL?
Melanie responds. "You're Carly Shay, right?"
Carly's face falls. She just realized she met the wrong person.
"Are you Melanie?" The brunette asks, emphasizing on the name 'Melanie.'
"Yes, I am Melanie." My sister confirms.
And then the unbelievable happens. "Is Sam doing fine? Is she alright?" Carly stands up, grabbing Melanie's shoulders. A streak of tear falls down her cheeks.
How dare you ask! My blood starts boiling and I send Melanie a dark glare, telling her to shut her mouth. She quickly replies, "She's..."
"She's dead."
The two of them turn to look at me, their faces filled with surprise and consternation.
What the hell did I just do?
"What?" Carly's voice croaks. She bites her lower lip, attempting to stop the tears. She fails. Carly bursts into tears, walks away and leaves. She grabs her bag and runs to the restroom.
You deserve it.
"Do you just have to tell her that?" Melanie snaps.
"Why, is there something wrong?" I snap back. "It's actually half true."
Melanie purses her lips for a second. She opens her mouth to speak. "If I hadn't found you at the bathroom, you could have been really dead."
Four Years Ago
Puckett Household, Sam's bedroom
She placed her hands on the white, cold sink and stared at her own reflection in the mirror. Her hair messed up, her face white and her lips pale and dry. She never wanted to suffer like that. She never wanted to feel the pain.
And yet they gave it to her.
It was too much to hold in, too much to keep to herself. She was sinking and everybody failed to notice. No, they actually didn't want to notice. They preferred to see what was convenient. Even the teachers were denying it to themselves.
Sam Puckett was dying inside.
Everyone was betraying her. Carly left her, the only friend she thought that would help her. But she didn't. Carly pushed her below. Carly abandoned her. When the time came when she needed her the most, she brought her down.
Her mother didn't care about her. Even if she was careless and rough at times, Sam still loved her. She was away that day, leaving poor Sam alone. Sam expected her to notice, but all Pam did was go home drunk every night and sleep. She watched her do that every night and her heart crumbled every time she saw her like that.
"You are supposed to help me," Sam mumbled.
Melanie. Sam fumbled in her pockets and dialed her number. She couldn't reach her.
Who was going to help her?
Sam felt hopeless. But there was one person left.
Freddie.
No, he hates her. There was no way he would ever help her. Although she considered him as her best friend, which, she didn't tell him, she knew deep inside that Freddie wouldn't come and rescue her. She felt sorry for herself. Maybe this was her punishment for all the wrong things she did.
There was a blade on the sink and Sam warily took it. She held it on her hands and gave her left arm one big blow. Blood oozed out. It was painful, but it felt good. Half of her problems seemed to wash away. She smiled at the sight of blood.
"One more."
She cut her arm once again. She screamed in pain. She cried and cried but she knew it wasn't enough.
"One more cut."
That second the door burst open and Melanie appeared, and what Sam remembered was someone putting her in an tight embrace.
Melanie's hug was warm.
Snapping back to reality, my eyes open and revert my attention to my sister. I let a small smile escape my lips. "Thank you for finding me in the bathroom."
Melanie smiles back. She's my savior. I don't know what to do without her.
And then, a voice startles me. I look and see Freddie standing behind me.
"Sam is dead?"
I cringe, and see a flicker of pain in his eyes. But anger rises up in my chest and I want to ask him, "Where were you that time? Where were you?"
But for the first time, I regret saying those words.
No, I'm not dead Freddie.
A/N: Whew. What was that? Review please? But no, it's okay. No pressure. :D
Take note: In every chapter, I'll be putting a fragment of Sam's memory of what happened four years ago and why she decided to leave and go back to plot revenge. I just can't give the whole thing. You know what I mean. *winks* ^^
I want to thank SeddieLUV, ccQTccQT and AwesomeReviews101 for suggesting boy names. If you've seen it, I put Austin and Noel together, creating one name. Austin is from SeddieLUV and Noel coming from ccQTccQT.
Now, what I need are five different girl names for Carly's girly girl friends. Mind if you help me?
Oh and about Generation Love! Jennette twitted that the music video aired between iCarly episodes. I'm kinda sad I didn't see it because I don't live in America. But hearing it from Jennette is enough. :)) Have you seen Jennette's twitter account? I noticed that she took them off. She's probably not mad anymore. :D
What can you say about the iCarly and Victorious cast in Memphis? WOW! :D
Wow, what a long Author's Note. Later. :D
