Heeeelloooo! Sorry it's been awhile but in the midst of writing this chapter when I got this, charming little review

... Wow this story is horribley written, you need more practice.

No one likes iCarly.

If you think this is true, please say so. I can take constructive critizism, but not just plain nasty :) thanks

Well anyway, this is a bit of a surprising chapter... ;-)

Its been two days, I've still been ignoring Freddie, but he still doesn't seem to care. Well, you know what? Who cares? If he does care for me enough to beg for my voice, then I'm gonna give in!

'I'll just go to Carly's and hang with-' I sighed, realizing my mistake. Covering my head in my hands, I was coming to the realization that I was running out of life lines

Freddie's POV

'Its been days, and Sam still wasn't talking to me. What the hell did I do?! I've been helping her, and helping her, and suddenly she's too good for that?'

I sighed, not knowing what to do. 'If she didn't want me around to help, then maybe that was best. Maybe I should let her be, and heal on her own. It's just the kind of person she is. If she wants to be bitch about it, after everything I'd done for her, even when she constantly makes my life miserable..Then fine! Does she have no appreciation for anyone? ' I became even more enraged with my every thought.

I had to think for a while, so I grabbed my keys, and even though I had a feeling I'd end up walking.

With Spencer

"I guess I see what your saying..." Spencer said, looking at his feet, on the coffee table.

"Good, I know you feel responsible, but this isn't healthy." Mrs. Benson repeated again for the tenth time.

"I know, I know, but you don't know what it's like to loose someone you were supposed to protect, and you care for a lot, too. I can't help but feel responsible" (A/N: Avatar fans, does this seem familiar?)

"But your not responsible, and thats what your not thinking about!" Spencer looked at her in defeat.

"Wheres the life you once had?" Mrs. Benson added.

"Your right... Thank you" She smiled at him, then hugged him.

He looked in hers eye for a moment, then kissed her cheek. With that, Marissa left.

Sam's POV

I guess I was going to be alone for a bit, so I decided on listening to my Pear Pod.

Next song up was 'He Used To Be A Lovely Boy' by Keane.

'Time to Leave this town, now your dreams have all let you down, no one here will miss you now'

'Find a place where you can hide
from the love that holds you inside,
time's so unkind,
like an old friend leaves you behind'It was amazing that those few lyrics could bring me to tears. Maybe it was time to do something else. Just then, Freddie walked in.

He glanced at me, then looked again to get a good look.

"Hey... wait, are you crying?"

"What the hell do you care?" I said not looking at him directly.

"Just asking..." He put his hands up, as if to say he was innocent of something.

"God, what is your problem?!" He mumbled. I can't believe he had the nerve to say that!

"You think I need you to treat like a four year old!" I stood up, to yell in his face.

"What?! I've just been trying to help you!" His facial expression practically

screamed 'WTF?!'

"Well your not! I'm starting wish you would have just left me alone from the start!"

"Oh yeah, I would love to see where you'd be it wasn't for me!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I said coldly. He paused.

" Like I've mentioned before, I definetly don't know where you would be.

Your mother would have killed you by now!" I felt my eyes glow with anger, then I slapped him as hard as I could, sending all my hatred through my fingers and into that blow.

"Sam, I-" He was cut off when I took his wrist and pushed him against the door.

"I could handle myself FINE! I could leave right now and make it okay!" Freddie's eyes narrowed, then he pushed her off of himself.

"Fine...Then why are you still here?" He almost whispered. I looked at him for a moment, then went to his room, but this time the reason was different...

I took my bag, filled it with the rest of my possessions, and stormed out the room.

"Sam don't... come on." He said calmly, seeming to not even realize that I was going to be out the door in a moment.

I quickly left, hearing Freddie utter something behind me.

"Sam! I didn't mean that!" He yelled this time, but I had no desire to listen. I made my way out of the build, and to no surprise Freddie wasn't following. That jackass, he could care less for me, he just felt bad. Now I had no one. Not Freddie, Not Carly Not Spencer, not even my mom. I felt so terrible in the pit of my stomach, and that horrid, almost indescribable feeling of loneliness. When I got outside it as raining, as if on que, like a giant rain cloud was over my head. I made my way over an alley down the street, until I finally fell to my knees.

"Why are doing this to me?!" I yelled up at however was up there, looking up at the dark sky. Soon I got up off the ground, and stood up to look around. I didn't know what time it was, but it must have been late, considering that no one was open. I suppose I could stay out for on night, then maybe go to my mom's or something. I decided to rest my head on one of the tables and chairs outside the Groovy Smoothies. It was uncomfortable but I knew that at some point I would get too tired to care. In the current state I'm in, I couldn't help but think of how much I missed being at Freddie's. Yes, I was mad at him, but part of my heart can't stop thinking about the way he tried to make everything okay. A part that isn't controlled by my brain. I kept flashing back to all the time's he saved me from my own depression. Now all I could do is feel guilty.

With Freddie

I sat with my head in hands, the only thought going through my mind was 'What the hell did I just do?' I actually know exactly. I let my anger possess me, and didn't think before I acted. Thats what I did! I felt like she didn't apreciate me and just took me for granted. Like I was just a backup friend in her eyes. But whether thats true or not, there was a reason I put up with her, and I had forgotten that. No matter how much she irritates me, she's still my friend and she's still someone I care for. Her gone made me realize just how screwed up I was feeling. I focused on Sam, and even Spencer, trying to make this all easier for them, because I knew thats what Carly would have wanted to happen. Though now, I had nothing to think about. I was literally forced to confront my own sadness. I went to bed thinking of what I was going to do next.

The Next Morning (Sam's POV)

I woke up stiff, on the ground? T-bo must have pushed me off or something. Suddenly I heard a guy's voice behind me.

"Hey you!" I turned around to see some jackass in black.

"You want some of this?" He said with a sly grim, as he held out a beer. I didn't even answer, just kept walking. If this dude was getting high, let him. I can laugh as the cops beat him into the cop car. Before I knew it, his hand was over my throat.

"Good choice, stay off the streets, its good for you..." He smirked, then slammed me into a wall in the alley. He walked off laughing, and thats when I snapped. I can't take this anymore! I pulled out my pocketknife, and found the thin, sharp blade. I stared at it for just a moment, then lightly drew it over my arm. Not the slightest cut...

So I brought the blade to the edge of my arm, but before I drew it over again, I thought of Freddie. The positives, but then the negatives, the reason why I had left in the first place. I drew it over again without even thinking, hard and deep. My pocketknife slipped out from my grasp, I felt the heat seeming to blur everything around me. I could hear my own heart like an echo, and I was on the ground before I could steady myself. I all I could do now was wait for a miracle.

O.O drama! XD I know that everyone is a bit OC in this chapter, but it fits in with the story line later.

BTW Mrs. Benson and Spencer? What should happen?