Lovely Bones

A/N: Okayy, I'm attempting to make a decent lengthed chapter! :3 Wish me luck. (We all know I need it.)

Disclaimer: Dan Schneider, I envy you…and your…and your money. *scoff*

(This takes place in Sam's perfect world. I suggest you listen to 'Brick by Boring Brick' by Paramore, I feel it kinda fits the scenario…don't know why, but yeah. xD There will be two songs by Paramore actually. xD 'Turn It Off' by Paramore being the second one, fitting Sam's feelings on the second part of the chapter.)

Sam awoke to bright lights and the smell of ham. She looked at her surroundings and noticed that she seemed to have made her way to Carly's house, she stood carefully. "Carly!" she shouted, she got no response. "Spencer?" she called, even trying Freddie's name. No one answered. She shrugged and walked over to the Shay's couch and sat, grabbing the remote and turning on MVT (A/N: xD YOU try and think of a better parody for MTV.) her favorite song by Paramore was on, her favorite verse was playing.

So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest you can figure out
But it was a trick
And the clock struck 12
Well make sure to build your house brick by boring brick
or the wolves gonna blow it down
With her feet on the ground.

She softly sang along as the verse ended and the chorus played. She walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge and grabbed a plate of ham. "Hmm, that's weird…did they always only have ham…?" she asked the empty loft, biting a piece of the honeyed meat. A thought hit her, Aren't I supposed to be dead?. A voice she recognized as her father's answered her, "Well, yeah." He replied casually, smiling at the sight of his growing daughter. "Dad?!" Sam squealed running towards him and hugging him. He smelled of pine needles and cologne, just like he did when she was younger. "I miss you." She mumbled into his chest. "I miss you, too, Sammy." He replied sullenly. They were silent for a second. "Yes, well, I'm here now." He said, suddenly regaining his happy mood and pulling away. Sam looked down, "I didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon…" she whispered. Another silence fell over them. "Yes, well…this is your world, uh, care to explore?" Sam shook her head, closing her eyes tightly together and just like that, he was gone. She re-opened her eyes, tears prickling at the back of her eyes.

She remembered the night her father had died; he'd been coming back from the bar, late again. Her mom was angry and she and Melanie had been hiding, knowing the argument and violence that would ensue when he returned. As young as she'd been, she knew the real reason he came home late, even after leaving the bar early. He had a different girl every night, her mother told her all the time, 'He's a bad man, Sammy. He does things that a good person shouldn't do.', but Samantha had always been defiant. 'No! Daddy's a good man, mommy! I know it, he's good! Honest!' she'd always reply, hoping to change her mother's opinion, it never worked. She often got mad at her sister for not defending their dad, 'Melanie! Tell her, daddy's good, right?' Melanie would just whimper and lower her head, the truth was, and she wasn't sure who was good anymore...

Her dad arrived home, the smell of whiskey and perfume radiating off of his intoxicated form. Sam and Melanie instantly dove into bed, Sam turning off the light and locking the door. They twins held each other as the sounds of yelling and fighting and cursing filled their innocent minds. They heard a bang and then silence. They cried, wondering who had died. Their mother entered the room sobbing violently and laughing manically all at the same time. "Daddy's dead!" she seemed to rejoice, a freshly opened bottle of vodka in hand as she took periodical swigs of the clear, strong liquid. Sam and Melanie cried even harder. "Mommy's the bad one…" Sam had heard Melanie murmur. Sam just nodded. When police arrived, their mother claimed it was self defense, but the girls knew better. Since that day none of them had been the same…

Sam shook away her thoughts, she stood throwing away her ham and closing her eyes, imagining Spencer, Carly, Freddie, and everyone she knew. She wanted it to be normal. She re-opened her eyes. It didn't work…she thought angrily putting on another music station.

i scraped my knees while i was praying
and found a demon in my safest haven
seems like its getting harder to believe in anything
and just to get lost in all my selfish thoughts

i wanna know what itd be like
to find perfection in my pride
to see nothing in the light but turn it off in all my spite, in all my spite ill turn it off

and the worst part is before it gets any better were headed for a cliff
and in the freefall i will realize i'm better off when I hit the bottom

tragedy it seems unending
im watching everyone i looked up to break and bending
were taking short cuts and false illusions just to cut out the hero

well i can see behind the curtain
the wheels are creaking, turning
its all wrong the way were working
towards a goal thats nonexistent, its nonexistent but we just keep believing

and the worst part is before it gets any better were headed for a cliff
and in the freefall i will realize i'm better off when I hit the bottom

i wanna know what itd be like
to find perfection in my pride
to see nothing in the light but turn it off in all my spite, in all my spite ill turn it off
just turn it off again
again, again, again.

and the worst part is before it gets any better were headed for a cliff
and in the freefall i will realize i'm better off when I hit the bottom
and the worst part is before it gets any better were headed for a cliff
and in the freefall i will realize i'm better off when I hit the bottom

Sam fell asleep, memories of her friends replaying over and over in her head. If she felt this much pain in her haven, she couldn't imagine the pain her friends suffered.

Freddie walked the streets of Seattle, not knowing where he was going or what he was going to do. But he had an objective: getting revenge. Finding out who killed the love of his life, he'd do anything he could to bring her justice. He boarded a bus, "Freddie!" he heard a voice call him. He turned around, it was Carly. She was packed much like Freddie. "What are you doing?" he asked her, as she entered the bus. "I wanna help, she's my best friend, too, ya know." She said, her tone dead serious. Freddie smiled a hapless smile. "Welcome aboard the Puckett express."

A/N: Otay, so I hope that was of satisfactory length, if not, I'll keep trying! Anyways, R&R.