—Third Wheel—
Summary: Sam thought that her life was as bad as it could have gotten, but she was wrong. Once she suddenly becomes the third wheel of her friend's newfound relationship, her feelings go out of control, and take a turn for the worse. Rated T for swearing, depression, and attempted suicide. One-sided Seddie. Rating subject to change.
Created By: The Color is Blinding
A/N: Thanks again, for the amazing reviews! A cookie to Goodlittlemormongirl who spotted some lyrics I had thrown in part 5. Just hold onto your ropes… things are going to turn for the worse in the next few parts… Please review, you have no idea how much it means to me. Thanks again for sticking with me—and with Sam—for so long. Let the chaos ensue shortly.
Third Wheel
Part 7—
…I smile.
For once, someone sees it my way...
The lights flutter almost nervously.
Then it is dark.
Night is not a time for sleeping here.
It is the time to remember the acts we try to forget.
And every single night I am spirited away.
Every night it is the same experience.
Experience doesn't make you better.
Experience just teaches you to recognize a mistake when you've made it again.
It was the day after they got together.
Still in that "Honeymoon" phase.
Ogling each other.
Caressing each other—
It made me sick.
So I pushed myself between the two lovebirds.
And…
He was the one to get mad at me.
He was the one to yell at me to disappear.
That I didn't have a part in this relationship of theirs.
That if I wanted to be their friend still, I couldn't just barge my way in.
That what they had was something special.
And that I had no place being with them.
Then she agreed.
She told me to grow up.
To leave them alone.
To get a life.
To actually understand what it was like to be in love.
To stop.
But I got her true meaning.
It was that I had lost.
And that she had won.
—as usual.
So I went upstairs, as I had no other place to go.
And I tried to pretend that I couldn't hear them making out—
They weren't quiet.
I tried to distract myself with watching television.
Then I heard silence.
And her footsteps came marching up the stairs.
She opened the door angrily.
"Sam. Leave. Now."
Why? I didn't do anything.
"Because you're bothering Freddie. He feels unhappy with you here right now. So go."
I flinched.
And I left.
It took me two more times like that to realize that they never really wanted to see me again.
So I left for good.
And I would have left permanently, if not for that disgusting stroke of fate.
Someone once told me that evil was just an anagram for live.
And good is just one for go do.
And people wonder why there's so much "evil" in this world.
Speaking of, I think they are prime examples of evil. They're vile, and blinded by a veil.
They didn't happen to see me suffering in the background earlier.
So why did they bother to see me then?
They only thing they're good at is ruining my life—
Wait.
They're good at ruining Spencer's life as well.
So never mind.
It wasn't like anyone was paying attention anyways.
No one ever does.
