iTurn Back in Time
Chapter 20: iReplica
"I looked back at him, only to notice the difference between his outer appearance now, comparing to the past. He somewhat looked colder and stiffer, transforming to a person neither I, Carly, Spencer nor his mother didn't know."
Sam
I have never been this lonely in my whole life. I am tired of crying. I've never been this weak before, so vulnerable and fragile. I hate myself. I was the cause of Freddie's suffering, I was the cause of his death. And it makes me the worst person in the world.
I'm dying inside. I don't want to live.
I sat on the purple bean bag and held the letter close to my heart. My mind started drifting away from reality. The pain won't find me, I hope. My eyes shut, locking myself to a world where I can be alone and forget about everything.
But then the contents of the letter flashed again in my head, reminding me of all the things Freddie said.
I love you, Sam. I always have. I want you to know that.
I'm going to keep my promises.
I opened my eyes and told myself to be strong, just like the Sam Puckett everyone knew. I know I can do this. Freddie knows I can do this.
I place the letter in my pocket so no one can see it. At the corner of my eye, I saw something glinting and I turned to look what it was. It turned out to be the Freddie's camera, shining under the light in the studio on his table. I got up and walked to it. Then I remembered Freddie ordering me to place it here and started thinking of why he wanted me to do that. I placed my hands on it and the moment my skin got in contact with the recording device, I felt a peculiar rush in my veins, making me want to jump at my feet.
There was a powerful gust of wind. I don't know where it came from. It started to blow all the things in the studio; the chairs, the tables and even the monitor! I felt the ground shake so I panicked and grabbed something hard to maintain my balance. Eventually, I lost my footing and fell flat on the ground, crying for help.
In an instant, I got transported in a place I have never set foot on. I looked around, trying to find out where I got landed in. I looked below and saw rectangular marbles embedded on the grass. There were writings on them. In front of me were two, and when I looked closer to them, my jaw dropped as soon as I realized where I was.
I was standing over my own grave.
Samantha Joy Puckett
April 17, 1994 – January 18, 2010
In Loving Memory
I read it over and over again. I can't believe it. I thought Freddie already saved me? Wait, if I'm dead, it means...Freddie's alive?
I looked over the second one, much to my surprise, Freddie's name was on it.
Fredward Benson
February 4, 1994 –
There's something wrong with Freddie's "grave." It only stated his birth date.
"They never knew the reason why I died."
I froze. I knew that voice. I turned around. "Freddie?"
"Hi, Sam." Freddie said coolly.
My eyes widened. "W-wait, how did you-"
"They also never knew the exact date I died." He interrupted, giving me a stern look. I got more puzzled about what he just said. Now, I'm starting to realize that confusing me is one of his favorite hobbies.
Great. Just great.
I wanted to tell him how happy I was to see him again but the words got lost in my mouth and what I told him instead was, "Where am I?"
"In the place where all it started." Freddie answered coolly. I didn't know the reason behind this unexpected calmness of his nor his surprising demeanor towards me. Suddenly, I experienced this odd feeling again rush in my insides, giving me chills down to the spine.
Freddie sat down on the grass and motioned for me to do the same. I did what he told me to do and I stared at him for almost a minute, perplexed about what was going to happen next.
"It's great to see you again, Sam." He said, looking into my eyes. I looked back at him, only to notice the difference between his outer appearance now, comparing to the past. He somewhat looked colder and stiffer, transforming to a person neither I, Carly, Spencer nor his mother didn't know. His eyes revealed resentment and remorse, those tiny brown orbs at the center containing nothing but an image of myself—a reflection of mine.
I tilted my head, examining his face. He looked different. This wasn't him, I thought, but that was purely impossible. There were no other Freddies in the world, weren't there? I shook my head and smiled, for my imagination was leading me to nowhere.
But Freddie looked so lonely, so empty, so shallow. For a second I wanted to hug him, let him feel any warmth in case he needed it.
"Are we dead?" I asked dumbly. The moment my mouth closed, I regretted speaking those words, realizing how stupid I was.
To my surprise, he answered. "A part of you and I, yes, they're dead."
My head was spinning. "W-what do you mean?"
"They're about a hundred kinds of worlds, Sam. This Sam you see here, she's a part of you that died. She died in the same accident that happened to you on January 18 and luckily, your soul survived. Instead of two, one soul of Sam Puckett has passed away."
I tried not to interrupt when I saw his mouth ready to spill for more.
"Technically, there are countless kinds of Sam in different worlds. You have one major soul and that's what keeps all of you similar to each other and thus, completing you for who you are. But then, there are also coexisting souls in each body the different Sams are containing and those souls are the ones who pass away and simply disappear when they die."
Once again, my jaw fell open.
"They are a part of you, and you cannot change that. There are many kinds of Sam Puckett in different worlds, existing in different ages. All persons are just like you. I've seen myself in another world."
After he was finished with that, I couldn't bring myself to speak anymore. I was at loss of words, a million thoughts racing in my head. There formed a number of questions that I didn't know where to start with.
"I love you, Sam." He told me. I didn't notice the waterworks coming not until he wiped them off my face with his hand. "Don't cry. It pains me to see you cry."
I can't explain what I was feeling right that very moment. I can't put it into words. If Freddie was reading my mind, I'm sure he'll answer all the questions and make everything clear. The only thing I was sure of was that I love him too.
From a distance, I saw a figure of a man walking towards us, getting closer by the second. Freddie knew it from the expression in my face and when he looked back, he saw him and stood firmly. I got up, following his action and walked closer to him. My heart raced.
There he was, standing right in front of me and Freddie. The same hair, eyes and body.
There stood the splitting image of Freddie.
"Travis..." I heard him mutter.
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