This is my first story! R&R, and be sure to enjoy!
"Danny, don't you get it! After you revealed yourself and won all that fame and glory, you lost me. I'm sorry, but you're not the same Danny, you're not the Danny I love." Sam shouted at Danny Phantom who was currently floating dumbfounded over Amity Park.
"I never wanted this. Any of it." Sam mumbled before turning her back on Danny and running down the street. She continuously wiped tears from her eyes as she ran, not really caring if anyone saw her. They'd probably just think she was running to get help for an injured Danny Phantom anyway.
She was so fed up with Danny's swelled head, a product of fame. He'd promised her, promised he wouldn't get a swelled head. That he would never ever leave her; yet, he had. She didn't look back as she ran, she didn't care if he was following her. He wouldn't be able to fly throught the woods, so let him. Let him fly after her. She didn't care anymore. It didn't matter, nothing mattered.
She ran and ran until she reached the woods on the outskirts of Amity Park. She kept running, umping over fallen trees, and logs. Her body was numb, so she couldn't feel the cool wind nipping at her exposed skin, or the wood digging into her flesh.
After a while, she had to stop. She was exhausted beyond belief. She tripped over a log, and crawled under it. It was barely big enough to cover her curled up body. She shivered and shook as the air cooled her further. At some point, it started pouring. Thoroughly drenching Sam in freezing cold rain. She didn't notice though, and quickly, she fell asleep.
~Morning~
Sam woke with a start, shooting up in bed as if she'd received a little shock. The only evidence that last night actually happened was the fresh cuts, the damp hair, and the mud.
"How did I get here?" Sam asked herself, getting out of bed. She walked over to her dresser mirror to examine herself. She was covered in dry and fresh mud, and some blood. Her right stocking had been torn off halfway, and a deep cut was visible in her calf. She looked extremely tired, with dark circles under her eyes, and tear stains.
She noticed a folded piece of paper stuck between the mirror and the elegant woodwork. Reaching up for it, she took notice of all the cuts and bruises trailing up and down her arms. She slipped the note out with ease, and unfolded it.
A/N: Well, I think that's a good spot to stop! Review please, and don't be afraid to flame! I take the flames and make my writing better! Thanks!