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AN: I finally got around to editing this. Hope you like the proper paragraphs.
The Coward's Way Out
Breathe in. Breathe out. Head hurting like hell. That's strange, Sam thought, if it had worked, I shouldn't be breathing, nonetheless in pain. Because that's why she did it. The pain. That was the reason she had committed sui-no can't say it. Sam moved a bit and felt gauze rubbing on her wrists. She opened her eyes and stared at the bloodstained bandages in shock. Nobody she knows would care enough to bandage her. That was why she committed sui-still can't say it.
"Hey, you awake yet?"
Sam turned her head. There, sitting a few feet from her, was a boy, about her age, with black hair and shocking blue eyes. He's kinda cute, she thought dazedly, but was snapped back to reality by the boy.
"I know what you did," he said bluntly, staring into her violet eyes. She quickly turned her gaze to the ground.
"Look at me," he said firmly. Sam shook her head, wincing as the motion agitated her headache. Suddenly she felt a firm grip on her chin that pulled her gaze up to meet his accusing stare. She tried to advert her eyes, but they were eventually drawn up to his hypnotizing gaze.
"That's better. Now tell me why you tried to commit suicide." Sam tried to flinch away when she heard the s-word, but his grip was strong. "What, don't like the word suicide? Think it's ugly? Because suicide is ugly, and that's what you nearly did. Suicide."
His icy eyes bored into hers accusingly as her emphasized each suicide. By now tears were running down her face. Stop stop stop stop! her mind cried. He let her cry for a minute before gently asking, "So why did you do it?"
Violet eyes stared into blue for a millennium before Sam whimpered, "The pain."
The boy let go of her chin disgustedly, letting her fall to the ground. "The pain," he muttered, "It's always the pain."
He glared at her again. That was all it took for Sam to break down. She started crying again, and as her tears spilled, so did her story. About how her parents hated her, and she was an outcast at school. About how she only had one friend, Tucker, and now he was too busy with his girlfriend Valerie to even look at her. And how her story was supposed to end here, in a back alley of Amity Park, with the help of a pocketknife. She finished her story, still weeping wildly, and waited for his accusations. They never came though.
The boy was silent, not even looking at her. He stared at the night sky, absorbing her story. Sam started to think she was in the clear when the boy looked back at.
"Do you know what suicide really is?" Sam shook her head. "The coward's way out, and I just met you, but you definitely don't look like a coward." He glanced at his watch. "I better go. The ambulance I called should be here any minute."
He turned around to leave. "Wait!" Sam cried, wincing as she reached out her arm, "What's your name?"
He looked back at her, a sad smile on his face. "Danny Fenton."
With that he walked off into the night. She sat there for what seemed like hours until she heard the siren. Soon the area was bustling with EMTs. One of them squatted next her and asked, "Can I see your wrists please?" She held them out. He inspected them carefully and stated, "You're safe for now. Did you bandage them yourself?"
"No, Danny did. Danny Fenton."
The EMT chuckled and put his hand on her shoulder. "You must be joking. The only Danny Fenton in Amity Park killed himself fifteen years ago. In this alley, in fact." And with that he helped her up and led her away.