A/N- I'm sorry for the wait. It's been hard, I am not able to contact iAct so I went ahead and wrote this. Until I get back to her I'll be writing. Sorry.

Sam's P.O.V-

I ran, as fast as I could. My eyes were burning. I don't care if I cry anymore. There's nothing left of me. Nothing. I ran out of Carly's apartment and to the lobby. I ignored Lewburt's cries. Screw him. Screw everyone. I held my heart. Tears ran down my face. My hair clung to my face. I huffed and puffed. I couldn't see the road. I only saw the slight buzz of near by cars going over the speed limit. I took my chances and ran across, over to an alley, and made my way to the apartment complex we lived in. The metal stairs 'clanged' to the fast foot steps. I lose balance and fell on to the ground. I slid and got a quick look at the alley under me. I was maybe three flights up and was hanging onto the railing. My feet slid from under me and my hands were the only things that kept me from falling. I dangled in the air, face red, my palms sweating. I wrapped my legs around the railing and slowly got up. I got up to fast though, and fell back down, only to hear a snap. Agonizing pain crawled around my ankle. I cried out in pain. The tears came faster and I was about to lose it. I was so weak, so so weak. I stood on my left ankle and balanced on it. I slowly placed my right one and started to walk, I yelled. More then yelled, more then cried, I scram as if a murder was coming at me with a knife and I was chained to a wall. Pain controlled my whole body. Muscles were begging for help. My ankle wanted me to hate. I hated myself. I hated Carly for taking Freddie. I hate Freddie for never nodicing I was the one for him.

I crawled to the fourth flight and unlocked our door. I crawled into my room and threw every draw I owned onto the floor until I found it- my stash. I yearned for every one, and I fell. I lost myself at that moment. I tore open each candy bar with as much enthusium as a kid at Christmas. I crammed maybe twenty pieces at a time. I grabbed handfuls of 'fat cakes' and ripped open the packages with my teeth. I chugged six peppy colas, each one causing me to become sicker. I stopped and looked at all the empty wrappers and grabbed a pilllow to sob in. I could never be the same. I was changed. Forever.

Freddie's P.O.V-

The second Sam muttered the words 'I quit.' some how I knew it was coming. Her face, her eyes, the way she was willing to lose. She was changing in a way. I would know. I nearly dropped the camera at that second. I looked at the iCarly webpage and saw over two million comments. We've never had two million viewers.

Samforeva- This show will suck without Sam. Way to go Carly!

Carlysbiggestfan- I'm sorry Carly, but you're not very funny. Sam is, so I'd get her back on the show.

Seddie101- OMG! What about Seddie? You retard Carly! Ugh! Screw this show! I'm not watching until Sam comes back.

Those were actually the most PG ones. I slapped myself for not relising it. This show will suck with out Sam. Sam, oh shit. I had to help her. I put down my camera and was about to leave the room when Carly shouted, "Freddie!!"

"What," I snapped.

She looked scared but replied, "The show?"

"Sam?"

"So? We can do it without her. No big deal. She was being a bitch anyway."

My eye's grew big. "She's your best friend!"

"Freddie, I'm your girlfriend. Remember? So stay here and help me finish this."

"She's not well Carly!'

"The show FREDDIE!"

"You selfish bitch. If anyone here should be angry it's her. You've been a bad friend and you're going to do nothing about it are you?!"

"Freddie," She said evily. My hand was on the door knob. "You leave right now, we are over. No going back. No iCarly. Nothing."

I sucked in my breath, "Good."