I can't take it, it wasn't fake, it happened you passed by
Carly finished packing up the box she was packing, and started on a new pile of her belongings. While putting the neon dachshund sign into a box, an envelope slid out of the side. Addressed to her.
Now you're gone, now you're gone, there you go, There you go
She opened it.
Somewhere I can't bring you back
Dear Carly,
If you are reading this, I died. I hid this here, because I figured the only way you would find this was if I died. You would never stop iCarly if I didn't.
Most likely, I died due to heart failure. I have a disease I was diagnosed with when I was little called Aortic Aneurysms. Basically Aortic Aneurysms are weaknesses or ballooning in the wall of the aorta. Aortic aneurysms require surgical treatment, since they can dissect or rupture both potentially fatal conditions.
I know I sound all super smart in this letter right? It's sad, because since I know so much about it, I know that if they tear or break, I will die.
I'm so sorry Carl's. But don't worry, when I do die, I'll watch over you and Freddie and Spencer, I promise.
Love, Sam
Now you're gone, now you're gone, there you go, there you go
Sam knew. She knew she was going to die. And she never told Carly. She couldn't believe it. Carly looked at the letter, written in Sam's best handwriting, and started to cry all over again. Finding the letter just made things worse. Knowing that her best friend had kept a fatal secret from her. What if she had known? Would she have been able to save Sam?
Somewhere you're not coming back.
But it was too late now. Sam was gone.
Carly stood up and slipped the letter in her pocket. She ran out of the studio, down the stairs to the living room.
"Whoa Carl's what's the hurry?" Spencer looked up from what looked like a sculpture made out of butter.
"Nothing, I... Just remembered something." she slid on her boots and jacket. She took the letter and placed it in her pocket. She ran out the door not bothering to close it behind her.
"I'll just wait here" Spencer called after her.
She ran down the stairs to the lobby, passing Lewbert, trimming his wart hairs. Carly left the building and started towards the cemetery.
The day you slipped away
When she got there, the cemetery was closed, blocked off by a giant iron gate. She could see the rows and rows of weather-worn headstones, making out her best friend's, as one of the newer ones. She remembered the last time she was back here. How horrible that day was. She remembered sitting in the middle of the church with Sam's crazy family, Freddie's oddly small one, and Spencer. Halfway through she left, not being able to take it in anymore. She had run to the new stone that Sam had been laid underneath.
Was the day I found it won't be the same
Carly looked inside the cemetery, only to have her vision blurred by tears. She took out the letter Sam had written her, and read it again. Then she ripped it up into a million pieces. When the wind blew, she let them go, blowing away all of everything she has left of her best friend. Another tear dripped down her cheek onto the already wet pavement. She was letting go.