SONG OF THE MOMENT:: LOOK AFTER YOU BY THE FRAY
[Sam]
she woke up with a slam of a door, and footsteps following up to her.
'Freddie…'
she thought, and tightened the seal of her eyelids, not wanting to look up, not wanting to open her eyes, not wanting to face her fears.
her lips formed in a thin line.
"SAM, GET UP!"
she heard a furious voice yell, as she was roughly pushed out of bed, her vision was kind of blurry, but she new the voice all too well.
'Carly?'
she blinked a few times, sitting herself up, off of her aching back, and stared up at the person in front of her, her vision clearing, only to see there were tears clear in her eyes.
"C-Carls, are you crying-"
"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
she lunged herself at the startled Sam, as she grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her along.
"C-CARLY!"
she cried out, and whimpered, gripping her hair.
"C-Carly, stop! PLEASE STOP! YOUR HURTING ME!"
she flung her to the floor, like a ragdoll and threw a piece of folded paper at her, a scowl deep on her face.
'Carls…when did you get so strong…?'
Sam looked up, tears in her eyes.
"C-Carly?"
she choked out, surprised.
"READ THE DAMN LETTER!"
she flinched and opened the folded paper and carefully red.
'Sam,
First of all, all I can say is…sorry's never good enough for this kind of thing…and I know…
I know I've been horrible to you, and all I can think is…
it's all my fault.
it's not good enough to say "everything will be alright, we'll get through this" but we won't…
you know that…I know that.
it has to end here.
I know you Sam, more than I've known anyone in my whole life, I understand you, believe me I do, I remember when we were 19, and you used to cry to yourself, and lock yourself in the bathroom, because you thought nobody loved you, I was always there, bursting through the door, and taking you in my arms…
I was always there then, and I don't know why I ever stopped showing up in your life…
Carly…Damn that's right, Carly.
tell her I'm sorry too, tell her I never meant to hurt her, but she knows I'll only ever love you.
and I know, I ruined your life, but please, find some way to forgive me…? even when I'm gone…'
her eyes widened, and she stopped reading for a moment, tears falling onto the paper, and going through it easily.
"What does he-"
"FINISH IT!"
she yelled, pacing back and forth in front of Sam.
she glued her eyes back to the paper.
'I know your going to hate me for this, but I don't want to hurt you anymore.
I'm leaving, and not coming back…'
she choked on her sobs, and placed a hand over her mouth, retching her head back and howling, crying out to no one.
she dropped the letter, and stood, scrambling to her feet and rushing to the bathroom, holding her head and nearly slipping on the watery floor from the shower, throwing her head over the toilet.
her clenched onto the edges of the seat, and closed her eyes.
vomiting non-stop.
"Sam…?"
Carly made her way into the bathroom, to see her sit up from throwing up, and growling to herself, crying furiously and lowering her head.
"Sam…"
Carly had whispered, eyebrows knitted as she grabbed her shoulders, and moved her to look into her eyes.
"where's the old Sam I knew?"
she mumbled, and wiped the bangs from her eyes.
"the brave, ever glowing Sam who wouldn't take shit from no one, the one who wouldn't be here, on the floor, heaving over in pain over a guy…the Sam that would get up, curse to the sky, and run after him…"
"The Sam I knew would go after him"
she shook her shoulders, and looked down at her.
"…"
Sam's eyes widened.
[Freddie]
He stared at the sky, head in his hand, and his red eyes looking through the clouds.
he looked over at Spencer, who was sitting next to him.
he was fidgety.
Uncomfortable in his place there, next to Freddie.
"Thanks for coming with me, Spence"
he whispered, his voice dry and harsh.
Spencer looked at Freddie, eyes narrowed.
"Kiddo…" he mumbled.
"are you sure your d-"
"shut up! okay? I know what I'm doing!"
he yelled at him, eyes burning in fury, teeth gritted, and teeth clenched.
he stood up from his seat in the airport, and closed his chocolate brown eyes.
he took a deep breath.
"I know what I'm doing…"
he finally said.
Spencer stood and patted his head, when the intercom came on, and his plane was called.
"Flight-"
Spencer rested his hand on his shoulder, and smiled sadly.
"Stay well kiddo"
Freddie looked his way.
"F-FREDDIE! FREDDIE…Freddie Benson!"
a tired voice interrupted the lady on the intercom, and he instantly recognized the voice.
"Sam"
he mumbled.