Sam's POV
"I hate you both!" I screamed, turning away from my parents and sprinting up to my room.
Swinging the door open I ran up to my bedside table and tried to unlock it. The tears falling from my eyes made that rather difficult but I succeeded eventually and found what I needed.
Picking up the blade, I carefully drew it to my arm, right above a vein on my wrist.
I took a deep breath, and pressed it down, hard. I sighed at the instant satisfaction of the blood trickling down my hand and onto the floor, probably staining my carpet, but I couldn't care less.
I had my release. I needed this. I lived on it.
As the bleeding slowed down I stared at the many other scars that coated my arm.
This was sick. It was wrong. It was disgusting.
But it was my vice.
This was all the sanity I had, the only thing that would keep me sane.
I hated this. I hated myself.
I can never understand how I could let myself get to a point where I had to hurt myself to feel good.
Ever since my parents started fighting with each other and me, this seemed to be all I could count on.
I couldn't even tell Danny about this. I knew he would hate me.
This was my secret. My dark, dark secret.
I jumped when I heard the familiar ringtone of my cell phone. I looked at the caller ID.
Danny Fenton.
I sighed, picking up. "Hello?" My voice was shaky and I tried to calm myself down a bit.
"Sam?" I heard Danny's voice at the other end of the line. "Are you okay? You sound like you've been crying. Is everything alright?"
I almost smiled at his concern. My best friend. I didn't deserve him.
"I'm fine," I replied, my voice sort of back to normal.
"Okay…well I was just about to head over to the Nasty Burger for dinner. Wanna join?"
Normally, I would never turn down an offer like this. I never rejected a chance to get out of my house nowadays.
But looking at the still-bleeding cut on my wrist I could tell I wouldn't be able to go anywhere tonight.
"Can't Tucker go with you?"
"I already asked," I heard him say, "but he's grounded."
I sighed. Well, I couldn't just let him go alone…
"Alright fine. I'll meet you there."
We hung up and I groaned, looking back at my arm. Some blood had dried on my arm and some was still oozing out of the cut at a slow pace but I ignored it and grabbed a jacket.
Opening my window, I took one look into my room, before jumping down the two stories and landing on my feet. I had jumped out my window many times before so, by now, I knew what I was doing.
Walking down the road towards The Nasty Burger, I thought about telling Danny about my 'habit'.
But decided against it. He wouldn't understand.
I approached the building and saw Danny leaning against the door frame, holding the door open for me.
"Thanks," I said softly.
We walked to a table and sat down across from each other.
"What would you like to order?" a girl with an outrageously fake smile asked us, attempting to be bubbly. It was late, almost midnight. I don't blame her for how she feels. I'd be pretty pissed myself.
"Two grape sodas," I heard Danny tell her, handing her a couple of bills.
"Danny, you can't pay for me," I argued.
"Sam, I asked you to be here," he said, as the waitress walked away. "The least I can do is pay for your soda."
I smiled.
"Here you go," the waitress said as she put the sodas in front of Danny. Danny reached for his soda, opened it and took a swig.
Then I reached for mine, but my hand was stopped by Danny.
"Sam, what happened to your arm?" he asked. I looked down and gasped when I saw that my sleeve had ridden up exposing my wrist…and the cut that was slowly dripping crimson blood which had been soaked up by my sleeve.
"Nothing," I said hurriedly, pulling my arm out of his reach and pulling my sleeve down.
I should have stopped bleeding by then. Something was wrong.
"Sam," he insisted, reaching for my arm. I pulled back further.
"Danny, it's getting late. I should go home."
He sighed, still looking at my arm but got up. "I'll walk you."
We walked in silence, with Danny sneaking glimpses to my arm, but never saying a thing.
As we approached my street, my head started pounding. I stopped and bent over, leaning on my knees, breathing deeply.
"Sam, what's wrong?" I heard Danny ask, but his voice was distant.
"I…feel kinda…faint…" I whispered between deep breaths. My head was spinning wildly.
Then…the world went black. All I heard were Danny's faint cries of "Sam!" before I fell towards the ground.
I was caught by him before I could hit the ground, and grabbed his arm with my left hand.
Danny's gasp broke through my spinning head and the last thing I noticed before I blacked out was Danny's finger slightly tracing my aching, still-bleeding cut and the blood that was dripping onto my boot.