I'm going under

Drowning in you

I'm falling forever

I've got to break through

I'm going under

-Evanescence-

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Life ends as quickly as it begins, sometimes it is expected and other times it just happens. There's nothing anyone could ever do to stop fate itself, there are no exceptions. So the saying is life goes on, people pass and people mourn but they move on. It just takes some people longer to pick up where they left off.

One of Sam's leg dangled out the window and she kicked it gently against the side of the house. Her eyes were bloodshot and still streaming tears down her cheeks. She watched the sun slowly peak up from the horizon to start the new day. She tried to keep her mind blank in attempt to drain away the pain but he kept reappearing in her thoughts. Her violet eyes fell to her hands and she recalled last night.

"Sammykins are you ok in there?" Mrs.Manson asked while rapping on the door to her bathroom gently.

Sam had disappeared in there to try and wash herself of everything, while standing over the sink in her black and purple pajamas Sam scrubbed at her nails furiously. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't make them clean, she couldn't make it go away.

Sam let out a scream in frustration and fell to the floor sobbing. "Get off, get off!" She screamed through sobs and crumpled her body into the fetal position.

Her mother burst through the door at the screams and found her daughter with her black hair sticking to her pale face from the tears. She crouched beside her and put her hand on her back. "Sammy what's wrong honey?"

"I can't get it off..." Sam cried.

Mrs. Manson examined her daughter's hands and saw the dried blood beneath the nails. It looked like Sam had been scrubbing for quite awhile from the redness of her hands.

"Sam let mommy get it off for you." Pamela cooed gently taking Sam's hand and helping her to her feet. She gave her daughter a manicure and was able to remove the dried blood from under Sam's nails, she even offered to paint them black.

Sam turned her head at the sound of the door creaking open, a head poked in and smiled then proceded to open the door fully.

"Sammy did you sleep?" Pamela asked her daughter as she approached the window. Sam looked sadly at her and shook her head. "Well it's almost time to get ready so why don't you take a shower and get dressed and we'll have a nice breakfast downstairs."

"I'm not hungry." Sam muttered tiredly.

"Well ok but get ready dear, unless of course you don't want to..."

"No mom I want to go, I have to go. I'm going to get ready now." Sam said jumping down from the window and walking towards her bathroom.

Her mother shrugged and exited to leave her alone. Sam got into the shower and let the warm water drip on her exhausted body, she couldn't bring herself to actually wash. She was drained emotionally and physically.

Sam stepped out into her purple tiled bathroom and wrapped a black towel around her scrawny figure. She moved towards the mirror and wiped away the fog and stared at herself. It had only been two days and she looked as though she hadn't slept in a thousand years. Dark circles were present under her eyes and her skin was pale and sickly looking, the cuts were present on her face from all that had happened. Infact everyone's wounds were present, not even her parents were unmarked.

The goth girl shook her head and walked into her room and grabbed her clothes sitting on the edge of her bed. An all black lace tank top a black lace skirt, and a light black button up sweater. She dressed automatically without really thinking about it. And she finally pulled on her normal combat boots.

Next was the little things, she rentered the bathroom and put on her watch and bracelet then put her lace necklace around her neck. Sam decided against any sort of eye makeup for two reasons, one she knew she would cry and two Danny always said it took away from her "pretty eyes." So instead she grabbed her black lipstick and applied it slowly, his name raced through her mind and a few tears fell.

She wiped them on her sleeve then went downstairs where her family greeted her. They two were attending the funeral, infact more than half the town were expected to show up uninvited. Her father Jeremy Manson was dressed in a gray suit and her mother was dressed in a black and gray dress. Her grandmother wore a black sweater and a black and white skirt.

Sam sighed once more and sat at the table with a sigh.

"Sure you don't want anything to eat?" Her grandmother asked kindly.

"I think I'd throw up..." Sam mumbled.

"Well I suppose we can leave early than." Her mother said and the family got up.

Sam dragged her feet as she followed her grandmother and mother. Her father came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"You look very beautiful Sam." He whispered gently to her.

Sam tried to work a smile but failed at it. So her father smiled for her.

The ride in the limosine her family owned was long and basically torture, they arrived at the cemetary and went to where a large group had begun to gather. The Foley's and the Fenton's were talking in a group, Sam joined the kids quickly. More people began to arrive too.

"Hi Sam." Jazz greeted sadly, her eyes were puffy and still glazed over with tears.

The red head was dressed as she always was sensibly. She wore her normal black long sleeved shirt but instead of her teal pants she wore a long black skirt that passed her knees and a pair of black shoes. Her makeup had lined her eyes in a thick black coating but that was threatened to be ruined by the approaching tears.

Tucker was dressed in a black suit and a pair of black dress shoes. He wore a red tie and for once in his life he went without his trademark red beret. He placed his arm around Sam for comfort.

Sam's eye caught on a new and glistening black tombstone that read Danny's name on it. Around it were different types of flower arrangements and two enlarged pictures one of Danny Fenton and one of Danny Phantom. She saw a bouqet that she had ordered herself, a small arrangement of dark red carnations with a single white rose in them all.

Sam, Jazz and Tucker took their seats together in the front row of all the lined up foldout chairs. They and the Fenton's sat in the front row along with their parents. Behind them sat some of Danny's family and the Gray's, and from there sat people from school and people from the town even the mayor joined in on the funeral that was just about to begin.

A man began to talk about Danny's life and sacrifice but Sam just couldn't hear him. She just continued to read the inscription over and over.

Daniel James Fenton

(Danny Phantom)

April 3 1991

October 20 2007

A misunderstood hero

It was all there, set in stone. He really was in that silver in black coffin that sat before her. Danny had really died right there before her, Vlad had taken him away. At least now his reign was over, it took only a few minutes for him to be brought down by the angry and hurt people and taken away. But Sam knew that he'd won.

She silently screamed begging for her mind to wake up and let her run to his house and find him there with that corky smile and a ready shoulder. She was begining to learn that her mind was her only protector.

She didn't realize that she was begining the fall.

You all insisted, actually I was planning a sequel I just wanted to see the reactions...I'm sorry they made me laugh a little cause I knew people would freak for me killing Danny. Over Exposure is a never ending twist followed by turns, does this make you think this sequel will be...