Author's Note- In this chapter I switch off with using the words "glass" and "cup" they are the same thing. Sorry if it annoys you. I don't even know why I kept changing what I called them, but I did. :P

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dreams and Conversations

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Carly, NO!" I scream as I jolt up from the couch and look around. I'm in Carly's apartment. I feel my forehead, it is drenched in sweat. My breathing begins to slow as I realize it was just a dream. The whole room is dark and still. What time is it? I reach for my phone 3:47am. Great. I get up and head towards the refrigerator. I swear they are the one thing that can solve any problem. I grab the pitcher of iced tea from earlier, I open the cabinet that the cups are in, only to see that they are on the third shelf now. Crap. I lean over the counter, on my tippy-toes and reach for the glass.

"Errr…..mmmm… C'mon….." I mutter to myself. I can't reach any further unless I want to be in pain for the rest of the day. I can already feel my back tightening. I stop reaching and just drink out of the pitcher instead. I remember seeing some pie in the fridge, so I grab a fork and the pie and sit down at the computer. Now that I can't sleep, I should at least do something. I click on the Internet and start browsing random sites. After about 15 minutes, I'm tired and bored, but still to jittery to go back to sleep. I decide to go to the iCarly website. I start watching old videos of Carly and me. We have definitely been through a lot. I hear footsteps and turn around.

"I thought I heard something." Spencer says, he eyes the pie that I have been eating. I thought at first that he was saving the pie for something, but he just smiles and grabs a fork. He sits down across from me, on the other side of the counter, and begins to eat some pie. We sit there for a few minutes, both digging our forks into the pie. Spencer grabs the iced tea and looks on the counter for a glass.

"You don't have a glass?" He asks walking over to the cabinet.

"Yea… I sorta couldn't reach, but it is no big." I say.

"Oh shoot. Sorry I totally forgot." Spencer says, grabbing the cups and rearranging them on the bottom shelf.

"No, it's fine you don't have to do that." I tell him. I really don't want to be any more of a burden.

"Hey, it is no problem" He says, moving some of the extra bowls to make room on the shelf.

"Spencer…." I say. He has two cups in his hand and starts to pour us both some iced tea.

"Hey kiddo, it's fine don't worry about it." He says.

"I'm not helpless." I mumble to myself, even thought Spencer heard me.

"No one is saying you are. Everyone needs a little help once in a while." He says. I sigh, I know that is true, it is just I feel like everyone has been helping me lately and I can't do anything.

"Sometimes when you and your homeboys are in a jam you gots to run and push people down to get away." Spencer says, hitting his chest in the end. Ummmm…. What? That was lame.

"Spencer. What does that have to do with anything? And what are you doing?" I ask pointing to the fact that he is scooping an excessively large bite of pie onto his fork.

"Well, I don't really know, but when I was in the big house whenever anyone said that, people would cheer up and agree." He says.

"You were in jail for less than TWO DAYS. If you can even call it jail, more like in the back of a police station, behind bars with four other guys." I inform him.

"Yea….." He says, "And the reason I am doing this," pointing to his fork with a heap of pie on it, "is to do this." He flicks his fork at me and the pie hits me right in the face, I can't help but smile. I would normally get mad, but I mean C'mon, it's Spencer. I wipe the pie from my eyes and see him with a huge grin across his face.

"Night Sam." He says, walking back to his room. I hear him trip in the hallway, knocking something over.

"I'm okayyyy…." I hear him say. I walk to the sink and grab a towel. Once I remove all the pie, I walk back over to the couch and close my eyes.

Sam's Dream

I look around. Everything is pitch black.

"Hello?!" I yell. I hear it echo through the room. Where am I?

"Sam!" I hear someone yell. Was that Carly?

"Carly?!" I yell back, I start to run through the dark room, trying to find a way out.

"Sam, Help ME! Please SAM!" I hear her yell again, I keep running until I hit a wall. I walk along it trying to find a door.

"Where are you? Carly?!" I scream. I can feel my heart racing and tears streaming down my face. What's going on? Why can't I find her? I save her, I know I do. She is already safe. I hear her scream echo through the room. I finally reach a door. I pull on the handle. It does not budge. I start kicking it and pounding at it.

"Carly?!" I yell.

"You are not going to find her, Sam." I hear a different voice say. I turn around, but I can't see anything through the darkness.

"No. No. NO. I have to save her." I yell. Suddenly the room is full of light. I shut my eyes because it is too bright. I slowly open them. I gasp at the sight. There are dead animals and skeletons everywhere. I feel like I am going to be sick. There is blood across the walls, I look down at my hands; they are covered with blood.

"Did you honestly think you could save her?" I hear the voice say.

"I DID!" I shout. There has got to be a way out of here. I start running through the room, past the dead bodies, trying my best to pretend they are not there. I run to every door and window, but none of them open.

"You're pathetic." The voice shouts, "So weak and helpless." I keep running. The room feels like it goes on for miles.

"Sam!" I hear Carly's voice scream. I turn around, nothing is there. I begin to sob.

"Carly?! Where are you?" I scream, now walking slowly through the room. "Carly?!?!"

"Just give up." I hear the voice yell, it feels so close. I turn around. No…no …no …. it can't be.

"Freddie?" I ask. The more I think about it, this whole time the voice did sound like Freddie, I was just to freaked to realize it. "Freddie" just smirks and takes a step forward.

"What's going on?" I ask him.

"You're pathetic. You think you are so tough, but you are so broken; you don't even realize." He says.

"What are you talking about Freddie? We don't have time for this." I say quietly, yet firm. He starts to laugh at me, walking closer, almost right in my face.

"Actually, you are out of time." Right then the lights go out, returning to the pitch blackness.

"SAM!" I hear Carly yell and then everything falls silent.

"Carly, NO!" I yell.

Then for the second time that night, I jolt up from the couch. All the lights are on, I look at the clock 7:45am. Crap, we have to be at school in 30 minutes.

"Sam, get up. We are going to be late." I see Carly sprint towards me, throwing me a pair of pants and a shirt. She is franticly brushing her hair and has a toothbrush in her mouth. Freddie walks through the door.

"Morning." Freddie says.

"Hi Freddie, can't talk right now." Carly rushes back up the stairs. Freddie looks confused, but I'm still trying to recover from that nightmare again.

"She woke up late. Her alarm did not go off." Spencer informs Freddie from the kitchen. Freddie walks over to me. I can feel that I am covered in sweat.

"Are you okay?" Freddie whispers to me, placing a hand on my forehead.

"Fine." I say, swatting his hand away. Stupid dream. No one knows this but I have been having that dream for the past three nights. I quickly get away from Freddie and go change.

20 minutes later

"Sam, ready?" Carly yells to me. I walk down the stairs. Spencer, Carly, and Freddie are all ready and waiting at the door.

"Yup" I say and we walk out the door.

At School

"I'm not an animal, stop staring." I yell at some kids. They quickly scamper away. I walk to my locker, where Carly and Freddie are.

"Sam, be nice." Carly says.

"But everyone is staring like I'm some exotic penguin or something." I say. Freddie smiles at that comparison.

"You know how people are. Everyone pretty much knows the story, I mean people have been asking me questions all day." Carly says.

"Whatever." I say. The bell rings and everyone starts to go to class. Carly and Freddie begin to walk away.

"You coming?" Carly asks.

"Nah, Principal Franklin wants to see me." I say.

"Yea he talked to us too. He is basically going to ask if your okay and recommend the school therapist." Freddie says. Oh, great.

"You guys are talking with the school therapist?" I ask.

"No. That is just too weird. I don't want to tell some stranger all about me." Carly says and Freddie nods in agreement.

"Okay later." I say and they walk down the hall. I reach the principal's office and the secretary tells me to sit down and wait cause Principal Franklin is busy at the moment. I slump down in a chair, but quickly sit straight back up when my back tightens and sharp jabs of pain course through it.

"Hey, you are that girl aren't you?" I hear someone say. I look over and two seats down is a boy with sandy blond hair and brown eyes. He is kind of cute, but I'm really not ready to meet new people or whatever.

"Yup…. Sure." I answer. Not really knowing who he thought I was, but I had a feeling it was about the kidnapping and junk. Geezzz…. News sure does spread around here like wildfire.

"Sam Puckett, right?" He asks. I just nod. Here it comes. All the questions and annoyance. I never thought I would say this but I wish Principal Franklin would just talk to me already.

"I'm sorry." He says. I take a moment to realize what he just said. Why was he sorry? He did not do anything? But it was actually one of the sweetest things someone could say. I mean not to go all mushy , but I don't even know this guy. I just look at him, totally at a loss for words.

"I'm Aaron Peters." He says, extending his hand.

"Sam Puckett." I say shaking his hand.

"Yea, I know." He says with a smile. He gets up and moves down two seats, so he is sitting right next to me.

"So what are you in the principal's office for?" I ask.

"Oh, I just started at this school last week and the principal never got the chance to formally introduce himself, so here I am." He says. Adding a mocking tone on the words "formally introduce". I laugh.

"Yea, that does sound like Principal Franklin." I say. He smiles at me.

"Samantha Puckett, you can go in now." the secretary tells me. I slowly get up from the chair and grab my backpack to walk away, when Aaron suddenly stands up.

"Hey, maybe we could exchange numbers or something? You know to talk again or laugh about adults' stupidity." He asks nervously. Sam, you know you can't deal with boys right now. But he is really nice and new to this school, he probably does not know anyone. I don't answer. He looks scared, almost.

"Wow, I'm sorry. That was way to forward wasn't it? I mean we just met and talked for a total of five minutes and that was just too much, right?" He quickly rambles. I just smile. He must really not do this that often.

"No, it's cool. I would actually really want to talk to you again too." I say. He smiles and we exchange numbers. I walk into Principal Franklin's office.

"Good morning Sam. How are you feeling?" He asks.

"Fine." I say. Why is it that that is always the first question anyone asks you. Not very original.

"Okay well I would tell you that everyone is here for you and that we think you are very brave, but I know that you will not care and or listen." Hey says. That's true.

"But I will say as Carly and Freddie have probably already told you that the school therapist is willing to talk if you need it. Now before you shoot it down like Carly and Freddie, just hear me out that she is really helpful and everything is confidential-----"

"I want to." I say interrupting him.

"Want to, what?" He asks.

"To talk with the school therapist." I say. He is taken back, like in shock. I guess I don't blame him, I mean both Carly and Freddie said no and I'm probably the last person he would of thought would say yes. But I really need to talk to someone other than Carly or Freddie, someone that can't judge or tell people my secrets. Plus that nightmare is killing me and hopefully if I can just rant about it, it will stop or something.

"Okay, well she is available during your free period and after school, but you can go see her whenever you need to, just don't use it as a get out of class free card." He says. I walk out of his office to go and join Carly and Freddie in class.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hope you liked this chapter! Wasn't Sam's nightmare creepy? I thought so. And now Sam has a new boy in her life. I wonder how Freddie will react?

~J