AUTHOR'S NOTE ~ OK first of all let me say, that I am so sorry I haven't updated in over a week. My computer finally basically died and we finally revived it. :P . But I'm on April vacay so to make up for it, I'm gonna try to get more than one update in per day. And this fic may seem very depressive but it gets better, promise :) .

Don't Dream It's Over ~ Sixpence None The Richer "There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost. But you'll never reach the end of the road while you're travelling with me."

School was normal. At least Sam thought it was. Everywhere she went, people were whispering and pointing. Usually this happened during one of Sam's infamous fights, but it had been at least a few weeks since Sam had really fought anyone. It happened all throughout the day. Even the teachers were whispering and staring at her. One of the teachers, Mrs. Figg, put her hand on Sam's shoulder and told her how sorry she was. Sam didn't say anything but just brushed it off. Then it hit her. They were all talking about her mom. Somehow word had gotten out about the bitch fight between Mrs. Benson and her mom. Now they all knew of her current situation. But how could they know? The bell rang, interrupting Sam from her thoughts. She was currently in Spanish, which Carly and Freddie were not in. She grabbed her bag and ran out of the door, frantically looking throughout the halls. Carly and Freddie had to be around somewhere. She finally spotted them next to Carly's locker, they were talking in hushed tones, and they didn't look happy.

"Did you guys tell anyone?" Sam asked them abruptly. They just stared at her, surprised that she would even come near them.

"Well? Did you guys tell anyone?" Sam's voice was getting louder. She was getting angrier by the second.

"I didn't tell anyone for sure." Carly confirmed. She knew what Sam was talking about. Even though Sam wasn't exactly close to her mom, she knew how much this had been affecting her. Sam turned towards Freddie who's mouth was hanging open.

"I swear I didn't tell anyone. You know I wouldn't." Freddie said. Sam knew he wouldn't. But she still couldn't figure out how everyone knew. Carly suddenly looked down at her pants and pulled out her vibrating phone. She flipped it open and stared.

"Gibby just texted me. He said to check out a video on Splashface when we get home." Carly said sadly.

"What's the video?" Sam stared at her. She wanted to know.

"Let's just get home." Carly said quickly. She turned around and started walking out the door, leaving Sam and Freddie by the lockers.

"Come on." Freddie said quietly. He pulled on Sam's arm and followed Carly out of the school.

Why is everyone acting so freakishly depressive? And why did Gibby tell Carly to check out a video on Splashface? Could it be why everyone's been acting so creeperish? I just want to know why everyone's acting like this, and then again, I don't want to know. I don't want to know because I know that whatever's on Splashface, it's gonna be bad.

As soon as Carly opened the school doors, she was walking as fast as she could. Sam lagged behind while Freddie stayed in the middle. As soon as the three of them were close to the apartment building, Freddie slowed down, until he was walking side by side with Sam.

"Are you gonna be OK?" Freddie asked her. He was looking right into her. He could see all of the fear, sadness, and slight anger that was built inside of her.

"Yea I'll be fine. Whatever it is." Sam didn't even bother looking up at him. She knew that whatever the video was about, it was about her and it was going to be bad.

"Well whatever it is, you know I'll be here, right?" Freddie tried to make Sam look at him but she kept her eyes focused on the sidewalk underneath her feet. Freddie gave up when they arrived to the apartment building. Carly didn't even bother waiting for him since she was all ready inside. Freddie rushed to Carly's apartment but Sam took her time. She didn't want to know what the video was about anymore. She knew that it would just make her even more depressed than she all ready was. But she entered Carly's apartment anyway. Carly and Freddie looked at her with sad eyes as she made her way to the computer. Sam just watched as Carly clicked the play button on the splashface video. Sam was shocked as she watched Mrs. Benson and her mom, fighting in the doorway of Sam's trailer. She could see herself standing outside of the door, not doing anything but standing there, in complete shock, like she was now. Then the Sam in the video went inside the trailer and came back with the bag that had carried all of her stuff. Then Sam's mom was yelling, saying the same things that she had said to Sam when she left, about how she didn't care about her. Sam could feel the tears coming as the familiar voice kept replaying over and over in her head. About a few seconds before the video was done, Sam ran. Away from the computer, away from Carly's apartment, away from the apartment building itself. She just kept running. The tears flowed down her face. She kept running until she couldn't run anymore. She had no idea where she was. All she knew was that she had ran for quite a bit and that she was no way near home. She sat on the sidewalk and just stared into space. The sun was starting to set. Headlights flashed in front of her face. Sam got up and just kept running. There was no way she could deal with any losers tonight. She would totally lose it. But eventually her legs gave out from underneath her and she fell on the sidewalk. The car not far behind her. Her legs were jelly as she tried to stand back up. Her body refused to keep going. The car door opened and someone called her name.

"Sam!" she heard the voice yell. The voice sounded familiar, but she was too scared to realize who it was. They came running towards her and she backed herself into a wall of a building. The person kept walking forward and getting closer. Sam closed her eyes, she didn't want to see their face. She felt them touch her shoulder and her leg shot out, connecting with their knee. They groaned and fell to the ground. That was when Sam opened her eyes and saw Freddie. He was holding his knee and laying on the ground. His eyes were tightly shut. Sam felt the guilt take over her fear immediately.

"Freddie?" Sam asked. Freddie finally opened his eyes. She could see the anger in every part of his face.

"Yea, it's me Freddie. Who did you think it was?" Freddie was trying not to yell but was failing horribly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think -" Sam stopped there. She couldn't get the words out. They were lost in her brain, just floating around.

"You think we'd really leave you stranded out here?" Freddie yelled once again. Sam didn't say anything. She just looked down once again.

"Come on, let's go." Freddie said softly. She saw him get up slowly. He offered out his hand to her and smiled at her. He could never be mad at her for long. She took his hand as he pulled her off of the ground. She looked into the car to find Spencer and Carly in the front seats. They looked worried as she and Freddie continued to walk toward the car. Worried, with a hint of relief. They were about halfway from the car when Freddie stopped Sam from walking any further.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Why did you run?" Freddie asked simply.

"I don't know. I just felt I had to. Natural reaction." Sam answered simply.

"Well, you don't have to run anymore. OK?" Freddie gave her a smile and they both got into the car, on their way home.