Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I wish I owned iCarly but I don't so I shall just rely on fanfiction to bring couples together and start some freaking drama in one of the greatest Nickelodeon shows there is.

Hope that you enjoy!

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Freddy stood in the shower as the hot water flowed over his body. He had taken the wrap off his wrist for the first time since he sliced it open a week ago. Luckily summer had started and he didn't have to face school and the show he was producing was letting all of their employees have a three week vacation. He looked down at the six stitches that held his skin in place. His heart felt heavy in his chest as he stepped out of the shower and turned off the water. He wiped the mirror with his towel and looked at himself. His face was red from the hot water but puffy from his tears that had fallen past the last week.

"Why did you do that?" He whispered to himself, "Spencer liked you and you just crush it right there. I was going to hurt him no matter what, might as well have done it then. You could have been happy for a little while. No I wouldn't."

Freddy shook his head. He had been talking to himself, even fighting with himself since he secluded himself from everyone. His mind was slowly deteriorating. He shook his head tears slipped down his cheeks once again. His heart weighed down on his ribs in his chest as he reached over and grabbed his shaving razor. He held it for a moment looking into the mirror. He suddenly set it back onto the sink and grabbed the shaving cream can. He slammed it on to the plastic razor breaking it apart. The medal blade fell to the ground with a little clink.

Freddy bent over and picked up the razor. He held it between his fingers and held it to his arm he had cut before, higher up the arm and slid it across his skin. The not so deep cut stung for a moment then a bead of blood appeared. He slid the blade across his arm again, and then again and again. The little cuts appeared down his arm leaving a trail of beads of dark red blood. Freddy set the blade on the sink and started to get dressed, letting the little drops of blood slide down his arm just like the tears that slid down his cheeks.

This was the fourth time he had done this. His left and right arms were covered in small cuts. He made them small so that the scars would not show later on in life but her made many of them .He was running out of space on his arms. He wasn't exactly sure why he cut. It's not like it would help his problems but somewhere in his head he would hear a voice whisper.

"As long as you bleed," The voice would say softly, "Everyone else hurts a little less."

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"Where is Freddy?" Carly asked Spencer as she sat down on the couch, "I haven't seen him in a little while."

"He said he wanted to be left alone," Spencer said as he did the dishes. His body had stiffened at the mention of the boy's name. He hadn't spoken about him since he had left him standing alone in the empty apartment a week ago.

"What's wrong with him?" Carly asked.

"I-I don't know," Spencer said stuttering on the simple word. He set the dish he had been working on in the drainer and dried his hands on the cloth next to him on the counter, "I'm going to go talk to him."

"Alright," Carly said, "Tell him I said hi."

"Okay," Spencer said walking towards the door. He had planned on going to see Freddie earlier that morning so this was in his schedule. He left the apartment, closing the door behind him and knocked on the door across from his own. After a few moments the door unlocked and Freddie opened the door slowly, peering out behind puffy red cheeks.

"Spencer," Freddie whispered.

"Hey Freddie," Spencer said, waiting for Freddie to open the door a little wider. As Freddie did as Spencer wanted, Spencer stepped into the apartment. The usual spotless bright living room was dim and scattered with liter. Spencer turned his attention to Freddie and waited for him to shut the door.

"Spencer," Freddie started, closing the door, "I still have my mind made up."

"I know you do Freddie," Spencer said, "I just wanted to check on you."

"Do you want something to drink?" Freddie offered just as Spencer had.

"Just water," Spencer said watching Freddie go into the kitchen and open a cupboard. Just as Freddie reached for a cup his sleeve fell down his arm to his elbow. Spencer stood at the sight of the many cuts.

"Freddie," Spencer gasped walking over and grabbing his upper arm right under his shoulder and turning his arm around, "What are these?"

"There nothing," Freddie growled yanking his arm back and pulling his sleeve down.

"Freddie, please listen to me," Spencer said taking his hand and looking into his eyes, "You have to stop this."

"Why should I?" Freddie growled turning away from Spencer.

"It's killing me to see you like this," Spencer said.

"Is that all that matters?" Freddie asked turning to look Spencer straight in the eyes, "It's killing you? That's all you care about is how what I do effects you!"

"Freddie," Spencer said, probably a little too loudly, "You need to stop hurting yourself. You're going to go too far."

"And what if I do?" Freddie said, "Who the hell would care?"

"Why do you think I am standing here?" Spencer said staring down at Freddie, "I would not be even close to you right now if I didn't care about you."

"It doesn't matter," Freddie said, "I'm not worth the try."

"Please let me help you Freddie," Spencer said grabbing his arm once again and pulling him closer to him.

"I don't want to be helped," Freddie said, "Please just leave me alone to waste away!"

"I won't let you hurt yourself anymore," Spencer said pulling him even closer.

"Spencer," Freddie yelled, "I don't want you help!"

"Well you're going to get my help whether you like it or not," Spencer said wrapping his arms around Freddie as he struggled.

"No!" Freddie cried out. He broke down into tears and held Spencer's arms crying, "I'll just hurt you."

"The hurt is worth it," Spencer said holding him as he sobbed.

"No I'm not," Freddie whimpered as he cried, "I'm not worth what you are."

"No, you're not," Spencer said rubbing his back softly, "You are worth a lot more."

Spencer held Freddie for what seemed hours, while he cried and whimpered. After his sobs reduced to sniffles, Spencer stood and led him into the bathroom almost as if he was a zombie, not really responding to anything. He took Freddie's shirt off and cleaned each cut with peroxide and then dabbed the larger of the small cuts with Neosporin putting band aids on them. He led Freddie into the bedroom and laid him on the bed and comforted him as he fell asleep.

After the boy had fallen into a deep sleep, Spencer walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a Wal-Mart bag. He went back into the bathroom and took each razor from the shelf and put it into the bag. He went into the kitchen and took every knife and placed them in a box. He went through drawers and desks to find every sharp object and put it into the bag with the razors. He set the bag and box next to the door. He would take those with him when he left. He started to clean up the apartment.

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Freddie awoke to silence. The clock next to his bed read two o'clock. He looked around. He had fallen asleep with a man next to him and now he lie here alone.

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This is not going to be a long fanfic like my last one. Only about 5 Chapters. Do you like this story? I don't know if I will write another chapter. Should I?