A/N: I am so happy right now! So many reviews! But just a few more would be nice.

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Tihs chapter is in Freddie's POV!

DISCLAIMER~If I did, I wouldn't be here right now!

Darkness.

All there is.

Darkness.

Suddenly a light. Slowly approahing me. But feeling presure in my right hand brings me away from the light. Slowly moving. All around. Feels like I'm flying in reality.

Reality.

Sam.

Never seeing her again.

I wish I had told her.

I wish I had told her that I love her. It would have saved me a lot of time. It would have saved her a lot of heatbreak. I hope she finds that paper. It's in plain sight on my desk with another five words on the paper in my own handwriting.

I love you too Sam.

Weeping.

That's what I hear.

Weeping and faintly a siren. When did I get on an ambulance? Oh well. No words are heard. I can't hear them, just a muffled sound. Not distinct as to who the voice beongs to, just muffled. The sound of doors opening and that flying feeling again. Many voices and many machines noises all around, taking over.

The light getting slowly closer.

Now, only a small beeping noise fills my ears. A door opens and gasp and sniffle is heard. The smell of ham and salty tears reached me. That same presure on my right hand again. Muffled whispering and without warning, presure against my lips. Even unconscious, I felt the spark and the rightness in it. (A/N: Don't know if that's a word...)

It must have been Sam.

My Sam.

The Sam I love.

The door openig and closing and the presence of Sam left. Not 5 minutes later the door opened again and screams were heard and a thud. I guess Mom's here. I laughed inwardly. The light was still getting closer. Slowly but surely.

Something running down my throat.

Cold.

My senses failing me. One last presure on my lips before my senses were lost completely.

My senses awoke but my eyes didn't open. I heard the small beep noise in the background and the muffled muttering of the doctors and nurses I presume. Then they muffled muttering left.

Sometime later, the door opeing and closing. Two sets of suffling feet and the a muffled whisper. A pause then muffled speaking from the girl-no woman I love. For some reason, I had a feeling that she was talking about me.

Presure on my left hand and Sam was whispering, muffledly, (A/N: Don't think that's a word either...) the same thing over and over again.

The light was so close and it was so warm. Why can't it just reach me?

I felt my senses slowly going. I knew that this was the end of me. Maybe it was a good thing that I never told Sam that I loved her...it would cause her less pain when I left. Heaven was were I knew I was going and one day, I'll see Sam again. I will always watch over her and Carly and Spencer and Mom and Gibby and hey, even Nevel!

Yeah, no.

Goodbye Samantha Joy Puckett, I said in my mind before I slipped into darkness.

Heaven's beautiful.

There's not much else to it.

The golden gates and angels in the front. I'm not kidding. Everyone was dressed in white robes. I looked down and saw that I was in the clothes that I was in when I got hit. I glided up to the front angels and opened my mouth to speak.

"We know who you are," they said together. I bet I looked confused.

"Don't be confused. We just got word that you died (I flinched) so we know who you are."

"Can I enter Heaven now?" I aksed.

"Do you want to?" I was confused again.

"You still have 5 minutes. The soul is in limbo for 5 minutes until the person is proven dead. Why don't you see what the people on Earth are doing." It was a statement, not a question. The angel on the left waved her hand over a patch of clouds and they cleared instantly. I could see the hospital room that I was in.

I saw the doctors and nurses looking remoursful.

I saw Mom and Carly bawling their eyes out.

I saw Spencer staring at my unresponsive body.

I saw my body, pale and lifeless.

"Hurry up, you have 2 minutes left."

And lastly, I saw Sam.

Sam.

She had tearstreaks running down her face. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her face was red. There was no light in her eyes. None at all. Her hair was lifeless and matted. She was thin, as if she had lost 20 pounds since I last saw her.

The doctor said, "We're terribly sorry. But Fredward is dead."

"NO! HE CAN'T BE!" Sam screamed.

"I'm so-"

"NO! PLEASE! DO SOMETHING! HE JUST CAN'T DIE! I HAVEN'T TOLD HIM! I NEVER TOLD HIM THAT I LOVED HIM! He can't die now..." She choked back a sob. I stopped watching.

I made my descision.

And I know I won't regret it.

A/N: I know it's short. But it was imprtant. I totaly made this up, so...yeah.

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