Always
Summary: Danny and Sam were driving in a car and there was an accident. ONESHOT DxS
Disclaimer: I do not own DP, Butch Hartman does. I do however own the writing style/writing in this fanfiction. Mwahahahaha XDD.
It was cold. I could remember that much, but the rest of it just seemed to be a blur.
The impact, the crunch…whether I was dead or alive…or whether she was dead or alive. Everything else had just faded away into darkness.
After I sat in the dark for a long time, I could hear sirens and people asking me if I was okay, but I couldn't answer. My mouth wouldn't move. I doubted I was even conscious at the time.
I heard these noises all around me, noises that would soon free me from the car. I felt them lift me out gently. I guessed they had already checked for back and neck injuries either that or the car was going to burst into flames at any moment.
Then it hit me. Had they gotten her out? Had they saved Sam? I struggled to get my body to move, but I was numb. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe…I couldn't even talk.
Then there was an explosion and people yelling, that's when I fell back into the cold and unfeeling darkness.
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I woke up in the hospital. I was attached to hundreds of wires and the soft beeping of the heart monitor filled the room.
Next to my bed was my sister, Jasmine. She was asleep and holding my hand tightly in hers. A tear fell down my face as I removed my hand and gently shook her.
She moaned before opening her eyes and looking at me. Then her eyes filled with tears as she hugged me tightly.
A weird noise escaped from my mouth as pain shot through my entire body. Realizing that she was hurting me, Jazz quickly pulled back and took her seat beside my bed once more.
"How long have I been asleep?" I asked, my voice came out in a whisper. Jazz stared down at the floor, as if she was thinking.
"A week," Jazz said, looking back up to face me. Fear filled my heart as I started to sit up.
"That long?" I asked. I found it hard to speak in a loud voice. Jazz nodded solemnly. Once again, the memory of the crash hit me; Sam had been inside the car with me when it happened.
"Where's Sam?" I asked suddenly, grabbing for Jazz's hand, but she moved it away. She shook her head and stared down at the floor. I heard a few tear drops hit it and then I could feel my heart breaking. I asked again just to be sure.
"She didn't make it," Jazz said, still refusing to look up at me.
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Three years have passed since that incident and I haven't seen her ghost nor have I ever fallen in love with another woman.
Sometimes I still wonder why I hadn't died that day instead of Sam, but either way…it's still a life without her.
Yeah it's over, I'm sorry it was really bad, but eh. RxR