Hey guys...
So, um...hi c:
Long time, no see.
PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR MY EVER SO LONG ABSENCE!
So I'm gonna start a new story since I have no idea where I was going with any of my stories :P
Enjoy!
It was a cool night: nice and breezy, the moon shining brightly, everything was right. A young Fenton whose sixteenth birthday was soon, wandered around the small town, looking for something to do. Occasionally, he'd stop by his friends' houses to check on them, particularly his female friend. He felt guilty for doing so, but he couldn't help but watch her sleep so peacefully, so perfectly. Though he'd deny if you asked him if he was in love with the girl, he honestly could not hide his feelings all that well.
The young girl who had stolen his heart was the same. She would nearly kill you if you said that he and she were together. But no matter what, there was always a little bit of romantic, cliche drama between the two of them.
This one night, Danny Fenton (disguised currently as Danny Phantom) floated up to Sam Manson's bedroom to check on her, like he did every time he was just doing his rounds around town, but this time noticed something strange. Sam was normally in bed by now; she was normally either reading a book, at which point Danny would phase in and say good night, or already fast asleep after a long day. But tonight, there were a couple candles lit-the only light actually in the room-and Sam leaning up against her bed.
Curious, Danny phased in silently and stayed invisible from her sight. He floated close to her, almost on top of her, being careful not to startle her. He heard quiet sobs escaping her lips. Worried, he tried to see what was so upsetting to her. He looked down in her thin hands to see a razor, quite possibly from an old shaving blade, covered in blood.
Danny got frantic. This was his best friend here, sitting here cutting herself up for who knows what reason! He saw her legs all scratched up, her feet too. He also saw a few cuts on her upper arms.
Startling Danny, she got up, placed the razor down, and walked over to one of the candles. Danny wasn't expecting her to do the thing she did. Sam places her thumb directly into the flame. Danny was astonished; he didn't know how to react, what he should do, why she was doing this in the first place, if she was okay, if it was because of him. Various thoughts rushed to his head a mile a minute.
He dropped to the ground, back in human form, without even realizing, causing Sam to quickly turn around from what she was doing. "Danny?!" she exclaimed.
"Sam..." he said softly, tears in his eyes.
"Danny, what the hell are you doing here?! You-you aren't supposed to be here!" she shouted quietly, wiping away tears from her cheeks.
"It's a good thing I am here," Danny said, walking towards her. "Sam..." he whispered, running his hand down her arm. She flinched whenever he touched a fresh cut. He got to her hands and examined them along with her wrists. "Sam," he whispered again with a cracked voice.
He scooped her up by her legs, taking her by surprise, and walked over to her King-sized bed and sat down in the middle of it with her in his lap. Sam rested her head on his shoulders and her arms wrapped around his torso. He examined her long, incredible legs, not being able to see all the scars in the dim lighting. He pulled slightly away from her so he could see her beautiful, porcelain face. He wiped away the tears that had streamed across it and pushed her bangs back behind her ear. "Why...?" he whispered softly.
She looked down. Honestly, she didn't think she knew why. She just had felt so alone, so unloved. She felt like she was useless, unwanted, like if she was gone, nobody would notice. She thought that nobody would show up at her funeral except for maybe her grandma. She felt like she was a burden to everyone, that everyone's life would be better if she wasn't around to mess things up.
She felt like every problem that anyone had was caused because of her. She felt like secrets her parents weren't telling her were about her and how they couldn't stand the child they had. She blamed herself for the part of her best friend that is technically dead. She blames herself for the fact that her parents were in the process of getting divorced. She couldn't get those thoughts out of her head. No matter how much she wanted to make herself believe that she didn't know why she was harming herself, she knew the truth.
"Why...?" Danny whispered again, this time pushing her head back onto his chest and squeezing her tightly while fingering through her hair. Small sobs left Sam's mouth and tears began to flow from her eyes once more.
She shook her head in his chest. "I don't know..." she mumbled. Her grip around Danny's torso tightened, as did his on her. He kissed the top of her head and continued to say, "It's okay, I promise. I'm here now. It's okay."
Neither one of them truly knows when but at some point in the night, they laid down, all snuggled up with each other. The good news was, the next day was Saturday; a whole day to talk. And that's exactly what happened.
Soooooo...what do you guys think? I really wanna know!
So please please please please PLEASE leave me a review! PLEASE! I will love you forever and give you an infinite amount of virtual hugs c:
Even if you don't review, just know that I am so glad you read this. Hopefully you liked it enough to read the next chapter.
Love always,
xxSam
