The Story of Sam Puckett

Chapter 6: Closure

Disclaimer: I still don't own iCarly.

Note: iLost My Mind looks extremely epic. I really want it to air earlier than August.

"What? You're kidding, right? Please tell me this is just some sick joke," Carly begged.

As soon as Sam had stormed off, he ran to Carly's apartment and told her everything. "I'm being serious. She stopped cutting her wrists 'cause that would be too noticeable, so she started cutting her thighs. She showed me."

"She really said she likes it?"

Freddie nodded sadly. "She has a serious problem, Carly. We have to help her stop."

"Agreed," Carly said. "But do you really think she'll listen to us? She's the most stubborn person ever. And she still wears only dark colors now. I thought after you two made out in the bathroom, she would become her old self again."

"I thought so too."

"What are we going to do? How do we help her? Cutting is like a slow suicide," Carly said, pacing back and forth.

Freddie shrugged. "Unfortunately, I have no idea how to get her to stop."

"Well, that's uplifting," Carly said sarcastically and stopped pacing.

Freddie sighed and frowned. He couldn't believe this was happening. He really wants Sam to be back to her old self again. Even if she keeps dressing in black, he doesn't care. He just wants her to stop hurting herself. "Should I go talk to her?"

"What's talking to her going to do? She probably won't listen."

"It's worth a shot."

Carly bit her lip. "I think we should give her some space. We can both talk to her tomorrow, okay?"

It pained Freddie to agree, but he did. What if Sam ran home and cut herself? What if she took things too far? He doesn't want her to be hurt ever.

He loves her.

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The next morning at around eight AM, Carly and Freddie met in the studio to talk about what to say to Sam and how to get her to leave her house.

"What if we tell her there's a celebrity in the studio or something?" Carly suggested.

"A celebrity... with food?"

"Yeah, Sam would definitely come then."

"But what are we supposed to say to her?" Freddie asked. "I mean, we have to get her to stop harming herself."

"I know. Let me think."

The studio went quiet for a few minutes as the two tried to devise a plan.

Then it hit Freddie. "I think I know how to get her to stop cutting herself," he said confidently.

"How?" Carly asked curiously.

"I'll explain in a minute. First, text Sam and tell her... Johnny Depp is here because he wants to promote a new... food recipe he made on iCarly," Freddie said, coming up with an excuse as fast as possible.

Carly nodded and pulled out her pear phone quickly.

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Two hours later, Sam woke up and got the text. She screamed with joy, changed out of her pajamas, and immediately ran to Carly's apartment.

She rushed in the studio with a smile and stopped short when it was only Carly and Freddie.

"Where's Johnny Depp?" Sam asked, confused.

Carly took a step forward. "He's not here. He never was."

Sam frowned. "Then why did you text me saying he was? Did he really make his own recipe or was that a lie too?"

"That was also a lie," Carly confessed without hesitation. "We just needed to get you over here."

"Why?" Sam asked quietly.

Then, Freddie took a step forward. "Because we need to talk to you, Sam."

Sam's heart started beating faster and she knew exactly what they wanted to talk to her about. "I know what you're both going to say and I don't want to hear it. I don't have a problem and I don't need you telling me how to stop. It's not that simple, okay? I don't want to talk about it."

She spun and walked to the door in a rush, but Freddie beat her to it and stood in front of the studio door cautiously. "Please, let us talk. And listen to what we have to say."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Fine, speak."

Freddie loosened up a bit. "Okay, well, Sam... Carly and I want you to know how much we both love you and care for you."

"That's so sweet, but I already knew that. Now, if that's all you wanted to tell me, then I'll just be on my way-"

"You know I love you, Sam. And I really can't stand seeing you like this."

"Like what?" She scoffed. "I'm happy. You can't stand seeing me that way?"

Freddie frowned. "You know what I meant. I can't stand knowing you cut yourself, that you get joy out of self-harm, that there are cuts on your legs that you caused yourself on purpose. I just can't stand it, Sam. It makes me mad that you actually are okay with doing this to yourself," Freddie said firmly.

"I'm not the only one who has a cutting problem. There are definitely other people in the world with a problem, so it's not just me," she shouted back.

"Well, you're your own person. And you have no reason to keep cutting yourself. It's sickening!"

"I don't care what you think, nub face. I'll do what I want when I want why I want to my body because it's my body, not yours. And you can't stop me from doing something I get pleasure out of," she stated sternly.

Carly crossed her arms and looked around the studio awkwardly. She wasn't involved in this conversation and the way they were shouting at each other was making her uncomfortable.

"Sam," Freddie began, "you don't deserve to be all cut up. Think about in the summer time when you need to wear a bathing suit. People are going to know that you cut yourself. And think about how much money you must spend buying the supplies you need to take care of the wounds. And of course, you can't forget about me, Carly, your mom, Spencer, Gibby, all of your friends who would not want you to be doing this. It's just not fair for yourself. Most people that have the same addiction you do probably have reasons. They probably have a troubled life, or they get bullied, or they feel insecure-"

Sam's eyes were watering and she couldn't take it anymore. She didn't want to cry in front of Freddie. "Can you stop talking?"

Freddie shook his head. "No, I have a lot more to say to you. At first, you started cutting because you hated yourself for kissing me, for putting your feelings out there. You were scared that I wasn't going to feel the same way, but I do. I do feel the same way, so why do you keep cutting yourself? There's no reason for it. Just because you gain joy from slicing your innocent skin? That's not a logical reason-"

"Seriously, Freddie, just shut up!" Sam yelled. She had tears rolling down her cheeks like they were racing to reach her chin. Sam wiped some away and stared past Freddie, afraid to see his expression. "Please... please stop talking."

Carly stepped up. "Sam, he's trying to help you. Just listen to him."

"I am listening to him," Sam replied bitterly. "And I hate every word he's said so far."

Freddie groaned and grabbed Sam's arm, pulling her out of the studio and into the hallway. He slammed the door behind them and faced Sam angrily. He didn't speak. He just stared at her with apparent frustration.

Inside the studio, Carly felt like a loner. She wanted to be a part of trying to help Sam stop harming herself, but apparently that's Freddie's job. He is Sam's boyfriend, but Carly happens to care and love Sam just as much. Sam is Carly's best friend and closest thing to a sister she could find.

Freddie finally found his voice. It was deep and quiet. Sam had to strain her ears to hear him speak.

"Sam, I love you."

She rolled her eyes. "I know that. You can only say it so many times. I'm your girlfriend, so I understand why you would say that to me, but to say it like a million times is-"

"I'm not saying it 'cause you're my girlfriend. I'm saying as a friend."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked slowly.

"I mean, I'm not going to just stand here and think that because I'm your boyfriend, I have to help you. I don't want you to think that's the reason I care so much. I care so much because you're not only my girlfriend, but you're my best friend too and you always will be."

"Look," she said, biting her lip, "I really wish you wouldn't care so much, okay? Just let me do something that I enjoy. I know what will happen to my body if I keep cutting. It's totally fine to me."

"But what if you go too far one night? Don't you want to just never have to worry about doing that one cut that's too deep?" He took a small step towards Sam.

She sniffled as he stepped closer. She looked down at the floor and stared at her sneakers. "Honestly, I want to stop, but I don't know how," she said in a whisper.

Freddie almost smiled when she said that.

His silence made Sam look up to see if he was still even there. As soon as they made eye contact, he pulled her into a hug. Not just a friendly hug, it was a warm embrace that comforted Sam.

"We'll get you some help, okay? We'll get you to stop, I promise," he said quietly in her ear. He heard her sniffle again and felt her nod, so he kissed her temple.

"I love you, Sam," he repeated.

She felt a tear run down her cheek and she replied without hesitation, "I love you too, Freddie."

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Not sure if I should end here or not... I don't want to make this a super long fic, but I don't want you guys to be unhappy with how it ends, so let me know what you think. :)