I DO NOT own Danny Phantom or any of the characters. I got the idea for this Story from etenityshadow who made a video of the song my immortal by evanescence on I Hope You Enjoy. Please R&R.
My name is Danny Fenton and I was helpless to save her. Even the other half of me, my secret half, Danny Phantom couldn't save her. She was my best friend and I secretly loved her. It's ironic, when she was alive I couldn't admit it but now that she's dead I can admit it all I want. Her name was Sam Manson. She was the heiress of the famed Mansons even though she told no one. Only Tucker Foley and I knew. She was only 15 when she died. She had her whole life in front of her. She died slowly and painfully and I could do nothing about it. She was hit by a semi truck and I was the cause. I couldn't stop it from coming straight for us. I went intangible and somehow she didn't go intangible with me. Her blood soaked the old truck yard that day and it still does. It all started with Walker getting lose from the ghost zone and recruiting Skulker and Vlad Plasmius to take me out.
I was walking home with Tucker and Sam that very day that the accident happened. We were going to my house to study for the big English final because tucker's parents were busy having dinner with Mr. Foley's boss and the last thing he needed was three rambunctious teenagers around while he was trying to get a promotion. We were also going to my house because Mr. and Mrs. Manson didn't like me very much. They thought I was a bad influence on their daughter and all that junk. And there was no one at my house to bother us because my parents and sister went to a seminar on ghost fighting in Minnesota or some "m" state.
"Danny" Sam began " use this word in a sentence. Homunculus."
" Easy" I answered, " I don't know what Homunculus means."
" Very funny" tucker answered, "Although it won't give you an A"
"I know, I know," I continued as I shuffled through my backpack "look it up in the dictionary" I flipped through the dictionary and found the meaning " ok so it means a midget?" I asked as I looked up at the two of them.
The two of them didn't get to answer for a cold burst of air issued from my mouth. "We'll get back to this," I answered as I threw down the dictionary and yelled "I'm Going Ghost!"
I felt my black jumpsuit replace my school clothes. I could see in the floor tiles that my hair was no longer dark jet black but the purest snow white. Suddenly I heard the crash of something coming through the kitchen wall. I turned and saw Skulker, Vlad Plasmius and Walker floating with their weapons drawn.
I instantly thought of Sam and Tucker. This was my battle and they were right in the middle of it. I knew I had to protect them. They stood staring at me for a brief second their eyes locked with mine. One of us blinked and the spell was broken. I looked at the trio of ghosts and yelled at them.
"Hey Fruitloop!" I yelled at Plasmius. And he looked up from his weapons. " Yeah you. The one who looks like trash! You wanna waste me? You're gonna have to catch me first!" I continued as I flew out through the roof.
Suddenly the three ghosts appeared on the roof, each of their weapons ready to fire. Plasmius had his eco balls and what seemed like a net of some kind, Walker had his usual weapon, and Skulker had his super suit and all of his weapons loaded and pointed at me. Each of them fired two rounds and I narrowly missed them.
"Danny!" Sam called as the hatch to the roof opened and she stood there with Tucker behind her. She had a strange look on her face but I didn't know what it was at that time but shortly after I would figure it out.
" Sam!" I called as I dodged another round of weapons. "Now's not a good time." I continued as I snuck a look her way. I paid for it. The next thing I knew Skulker was on top of me and trying to choke me. " I need the Thermos" I managed to get out as my head was repeatedly smashed against the concrete of the roof. I needed her and Tucker to go away so they wouldn't know where I was leading the ghosts to save them.
I went intangible and released myself from Skulker's grip. Then I insulted them some more. The next time it was pointed at Walker.
"Where did you get that hat?" I asked rudely " the dead Gap?" I laughed " so did you get that off the mannequin or was it custom made?"
"Ghost kid you do not insult me without dying" Walker answered as he floated for me.
"Ok but you'll have to catch me first" I laughed as I flew into the air and toward the highway. I had no idea what I was doing but I was protecting Sam and Tucker.
"If you can that is," I continued as I egged them on and shook my black jumpsuit covered butt.
" Those will be your last words Ghost child" Skulker answered as I heard his weapons warm up to fire.
I noticed that we were close to the old abandoned truck yard. I realized it was the perfect place to kick ghost butt. I knew no one would find me and three loser ghosts who wanted to kill me. At least I hoped Sam and Tucker wouldn't find us there. I was totally wrong. The next thing I knew my two favorite people had shown up and they had the Fenton thermos with them.
Sam threw the thermos at me and I caught it easily. Skulker and Plasmius were no match for the thermos. Walker had the guts to shoot more weapons and even try some witty banter, the key word there is try.
" You forget Ghost kid" Walker began. " I always have my bases covered." Suddenly a truck began to glow and it started up. The lights flashed and the truck began to move forward. I instantly saw what its target was.
"Sam!" I yelled as I rushed forward to try and save her. I went intangible as I touched her and I swooped her out of the way… or so I thought.
"Dann-" was all she was able to get out before the truck hit its target. There was the flash of headlights in my eyes and I lost sight of Sam.
"No!" I yelled as I covered my eyes from the flash. When I finally phased through the truck it seemed like it took forever but I finally saw Sam lying in a puddle of dark red crimson blood. "Sam!" I cried as I zoomed forward and held her in my arms. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. She was my best friend and I was losing her I couldn't stop it the tears broke through the barrier of my eyes and I just lost it.
"Danny?" Sam asked weakly as her eyes fluttered open. " Danny I feel so weak."
"Sam!" I exclaimed, "don't speak… I'm going to save you. I promise. I won't let you die."
"Danny just kill me now" Sam answered weaker than before "I can't feel my body… please I'm begging you…kill me."
"Sam I can't do that" I answered "I can't just kill my best friend like it's nothing!"
"Do it Danny!" Sam seemed to scream " I'm in pain I'll never be the same just d it already. Please!" she began to cry too. "I'll remember you," she whispered as she softly smiled and closed her eyes slowly.
"You're not dieing on me Sam!" I yelled as I picked her up bridal style and flew her to the hospital nearest where we were. Inside the hospital it was dead silent as I landed in the waiting room. There was no one in the small cubicle type thing where the nurse usually sits. "Someone please help me!" I yelled, " My friend needs help! She's dieing."
"Quiet young man this is a hospital" the nurse shushed me before she saw my dieing friend in my arms "quickly lie her down on the stretcher" she quickly changed her tone "are you a relative of the patient?" she asked.
"No" I answered, " she's my best friend," I continued.
"Stay here" the nurse answered as she ran down the hall with Sam on the stretcher. "I need a doctor ASAP!" she yelled as she ran to the elevator and pushed the stretcher in and pushed the up button.
Everything after that was a blur. The next thing I remember was me sitting in the waiting room as Danny Fenton and trying to sip down a crappy cappuccino, my watch reading 2:15 A.M. Tucker and my parents and Sam's parents had arrived and as usual the parents were arguing. They weren't even thinking of their daughter just how to piss off my parents.
"You look like crap Danny" was the first thing Tucker said as he sat down next to me.
"How am I supposed to look?" I asked as I took a swig of the cappuccino " it's all my fault," I continued as some of the cappuccino slid down my chin slowly but I couldn't care less. "If I had gotten a better hold on her she would be alright and laughing with us now."
"It wasn't your fault" Tucker answered, " maybe this was supposed to happen."
I suddenly heard Sam's parents tell my parents " if your son was more responsible this wouldn't have happened." That started a whole new wave of insults from my parents and hers.
Finally I couldn't take it any longer. "Will you all just shut up!" I yelled as I stood up and crumple the paper cup in my fist. Then I ran for the boys' room to be alone in the quiet. It wasn't the best place but at least I was away from the arguing and bickering. I shut myself in a stall and all of my emotions came in waves. First I was happy that it wasn't me lying in the hospital bed dieing. Then I was pissed for thinking those thoughts and for letting myself not be sure I had Sam. After that I was depressed. I felt to warm salty tears slide down my face and my face grow red in sadness. Next came a mixture of both anger and sadness. I started beating myself up in the stall. I felt the stall on all sides of me and I attacked it.
"Danny?" I heard Jazz's voice " Danny I know you're angry and I know you want Sam to be ok but you need to come out and share your feelings we are all feeling the same way. It's natural what you're feeling."
"Jazz" I began not caring how irritated I sounded, " This is the boy's bathroom! Get out!"
"Danny" Jazz continued, "come out, the parents have stopped fighting and we're all sorry for what happened to Sam. It won't solve anything if you keep yourself locked up in a dirty bathroom stall."
"Danny!" my dad's voice echoed all around the bathroom " the doctor wants to talk to you. It's about Sam. He say's its urgent"
I instantly opened the stall door and ran out to the doctor to speak with him. He was a middle aged man in his forties and his hair was graying. He wore glasses and had a freshly shaven face.
"You brought Sam Manson in right?" he asked as he stared into my eyes. I nodded. " I am Dr. Menory." He continued, "I need to know what happened before the accident." He stopped and cleaned his glasses. "Can you tell me that?"
"We were looking at all the old trucks and suddenly one started and rushed for her" I began my voice not sounding like my own. I knew I was lying but it was close enough to the truth. I mean I could exactly tell the doctor that I was a ghost. "I tried to save her but I was too late." I continued, as I looked down at my shoes that were spotlessly clean for me wearing them everyday. I suddenly watched as a single tear made it's way to my shoe and made a spot of the canvas a little darker than the spots all around it.
" That's all I need son," he continued as he put his hand on my shoulder. " Which are her parents?" he asked.
"The ones not in jumpsuits" I answered quietly as I walked to go sit back down. I took the seat next to Tucker and slumped down and looked at my shoes again. I hoped for Sam to live as I traced the thread lines on my shoes.
A few hours later I was shaken awake by Tucker. I swatted his hand away and closed my eyes again. He shook me again harder the next time. He really wanted to wake me up.
"Tucker!" I groaned forgetting where I was " let me sleep!" I continued as I tried to get comfortable in the hospital chair. I felt the hard scratchy cloth of the chair and was instantly awakened " what is it?" I asked as I stood up quickly.
"Danny" Tucker began slowly " Sam is--- Sam is--"
"Sam's what?" I asked as I rubbed my sore neck. I watched as Tucker hung his head and I braced myself for bad news.
"Sam's Dead" Tucker almost whispered he looked up at me, his face dripping wet with tears.