Hey guys! So I decided it was time to upload a new oneshot and update you on my stories. The epilogue for "iDare You Not to Kiss Me" is being beta'd- some technical issues made it take longer than I would have predicted, but it is being fixed. I am also currently writing a new SEDDIE story:

"Those Damn Brown Eyes" is a new chapter long story. It will all be from Sam's POV.

SUMMARY: Sam is going to perform in a talent competition- she'll be dancing! (See iWas a Pageant Girl.) But since her boyfriend can't dance, she's forced to take on an unlikely partner...

UPDATES: Every week on Sunday if possible.

Disclaimer: Dan Schneider. Yup, that's me. Why am I writing FanFiction? Umm… Nickelodeon wouldn't put it on TV? Yea, that's it. Why did I break up Sam and Freddie? ... No comment… Why am I ending iCarly? … No comment… Why am I so terrible at convincing people I'm Dan Schneider? I'm a teen girl…

…Pain…

(An idea I've had for a while… )

I sit on the bathroom floor, tears pouring down my face. Why? Why me? Why had God chosen me to get this awful lot? Death might be better. I pull the Altoids tin from my backpack. I finished it months ago. I keep it because my blade is there. I realized I would need it with me all the time. I pull it out and draw it across my wrist, knowing the familiar feeling. Blood slides down my arm, dripping to the floor. Too much. I have cut too deeply this time.

...

I was late to class. I'm not usually late, but I had to leave school to go see the dentist. I'd missed about half of sociology.

As I walked by the bathrooms, I paused. Someone was crying in the girls bathroom. I knew I shouldn't go in there. I knew I should just go to class. But I also knew that I would hate myself forever if I didn't go in there and help her.

I hesitated for a moment with my hand on the door before pushing it open. Just as I did, I heard a voice yell "Shit!" and the sound of something metal clattering to the floor.

I knelt down to see which stall she was in. What I saw shocked me more than words can say.

In the second to last stall, I could see the metal thing that had clattered to the floor. It was a razor blade, and it was coated with blood.

But that's not the worst part. Blood was dripping on the floor as a familiar voice muttered words I couldn't make out. Next to the growing pool of blood was a pair of purple converse hi-tops with orange paint splatters on them.

They were Sam's shoes.

I knew because I was there when Spencer "accidentally" flicked the paint on them. Sam was really pissed because they were brand new. Later, they became her favorite shoes. They were totally unique, just like her.

"Sam?"

Silence.

I walked to the stall door and tried it. It was locked.

"Sam? I know it's you."

"Leave me alone", came the raspy reply.

I knocked on the door, "Sam, please. I want to help."

"Leave me the hell alone, Freddie."

I sighed and walked into the next stall. By standing on the toilet, I could see her easily. I wished that I couldn't. Her arm was a bloody mess. It looked too deep to just be a coping mechanism. It looked like… a suicide attempt.

I pulled myself over the wall and stood next to her. She was sitting on the toilet lid staring at her arm. Well, at least until I dropped in. Then she started glaring at me.

"Get the hell away. Why are you even in here? Unless I'm mistaken, this is the GIRL'S bathroom."

There were huge black streaks running down her face. God, how had I never noticed?

I had trouble finding words. Honestly, I'd had a crush on Sam for years. I was just too scared of being rejected and made fun of to do anything about it. As time went on, I fell deeper and deeper in love with Sam. Still, I did nothing. Should I have said something? Was there something I could have done to keep this from happening? Even there, standing in that bathroom stall, I didn't know what to say.

Finally, I croaked out, "Why?"

"'Why?'" she scoffed. "Come on, Freddie, we aren't five. Why do you think?"

"I…"

"My mom is a terrible human being. She brings her boyfriends home to do whatever they want to me. I've been molested, raped, beaten. She beats me if I try to run. And I have dyslexia. I can't read so I have terrible grades. I'll never get into college and I'll never be able to leave. Carly is my only real friend- you just put up with me so she'll like you. I've never had a solid boyfriend because I'm just not pretty enough." She started crying, "How am I supposed to cope? I can't afford a shrink, Freddie. Besides, they just don't understand. Carly won't get it. She's so innocent. I have to… hurt myself… to feel better. There's no other way. I just don't know…"

Sam burst into tears and I pulled her into my arms. She cried into my shoulder and I noticed how much blood she was losing. I pulled some toilet paper from the roll and pressed it to the cut.

Sam winced. "Ouch!"

"Sorry."

She looked at me sadly. "I wasn't trying to… to end it. But sometimes… I want to. I don't know what to do anymore, Freddie. I need help."

"What if instead of using pain to feel better you used… pleasure?"

"What do you mean?"

In answer, I pulled her into a passionate kiss. Startled, she moved away.

"What… do you think this will work?"

"Of course it will."

And with that, our lips smashed together. Her mouth was hot and breathy. She trembled, but in a good way. I felt guilty, knowing that I was enjoying it so much.

But she seemed to enjoy it as much as I was. So I never got to sociology. Instead, I made out with a bleeding, pained girl in a bathroom stall.

Pain won't touch her any more.

She will never feel the pain of hard life or her blade. I won't let it.

Love has no room for pain.

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So… that was really emo. Sorry if you hated it. Review if you loved it. Byee!