Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.
Author's note: This is dedicated to DaveyWalker, Tymacc20, Gina Buffalo, Emma Snexy II, Molly Urelia, Kevin Duu and Lucas Fucker.
Sam lost it
17 year old Sam Puckett wake up.
She slowly open her eyes.
"Holy shit, where am I...?" says Sam when she see a room she doesn't recognise.
The room is not the bedroom she remember.
Instead it looks like...a prison cell.
"Oh, no!" says Sam when she understands that it is a prison cell.
Sam is in prison.
Everything she remember, being friends with Carly and Freddie, it was just a dream.
Sam is a bad girl and is in prison for hurting people and being a teenage whore.
"Why?" says Sam.
"Just shut up and eat." says an angry female prison guard as she enter the cell and give Sam some food.
"Ya seriously expect me to eat that crap? It smells like old man's asshole. Get me a burger or some pizza." says Sam.
"Don't be sassy with me, little piece of shit. In here, you're no more than a loser." says the prison guard.
"Fuck you, old bimbo!" scream Sam in anger as she run foward and try to attack the prison guard.
The prison guard use her baton to keep Sam back.
"Keep calm." says the prison guard and then leave the room.
Sam eat, even though she's very angry.
"I wonder if Carly and Freddie are real or if my damn mind just made 'em up." says Sam.
Sam sees a computer panel on the wall.
She use it to search for information to see if Carly and Freddie exist.
It turns out that they do and that so does the iCarly web-show, but some girl named Melody Janeway is Carly's BFF and side-kick instead of Sam.
"That damn bimbo isn't me!" says Sam in anger.
Sam cry a bit.
She wish she was Carly's friend.
"No! Stop! Samantha, you're badass, don't cry!" says Sam to herself in anger.
She fart a bit as she sometimes do when she's angry.
"I can't believe Carly and me aren't freinds for real..." says a sad Sam.
Sam sit down on her bed.
"Guess a tiny bit of crying is acceptable..." says Sam as she allow herself to cry.
To cry actually feels kinda good.
Usually Sam doesn't allow herself to cry because she thinks that it makes her weak, but now she can't keep the tears in.
"I can't stand being stuck in this shithole." says Sam.
She wanna be free again.
Last time she was out in the freedom for real she was 14 and now it is about 3 months until she turn 18.
"Ahhh, fuck!" moans Sam in pain as she fart hard.
So hard that she almost shit in her pants. It hurt her ass.
"Fuckin' damn!" says Sam in slight anger.
She used to think farting was fun, but that was before she was locked up here.
These days she hate farting so much, but it still happen kinda often by accident.
4 hours later.
"Time to clean you off, loser." says the angry guard as she and some other female guards enter the room.
"Uh...okay..." says Sam.
"Yeah, little idiot." says the guard as she pull off Sam's clothes.
Then she and the other guards use big old plastic bucketts to pour a bunch of cold water over Sam.
"What? I don't even get a proper shower?" says Sam.
"No 'cause you're retarted and cannot control your own crappy emotions." says the angry guard.
"Don't bully me!" says Sam.
"I have orders to be rude to you so stop being a bad girl." says the angry guard.
The angry guard and the other guards leave the room.
Sam put her clothes back on.
"Crap." says Sam in anger, upset about not even getting a towel to wipe her body dry with.
Sam cry again.
17 minutes later, she stop crying.
She try to watch porn on the computer panel, but it says 'No access' in red.
"Oh, no...!" says Sam.
Sam love porn.
"Damn!" says Sam.