A/N: Hello all. I hope I left you all on a good note…the real story starts now. That was not the real tragedy, no, not at all. It's easy to guess who will be the one who will star…let me give you a hint: Deterioration. Ok then, I might as well get started…
Till the Morning: Chapter 2: Found you
Sam woke up with a gasp, panting hard. She blinked twice.
'It was only a dream,' she thought desperately. 'Nothing more…Danny's still alive, and at his house right now.'
Her head started to pound, so she hurriedly got out of her comfortable bed and walked down the stairs into the kitchen to pour a glass of water. As she turned on the faucet with her glass, her parents walked in.
"Honey," her mom said, sounding strange, for she was usually very chipper. "How are you feeling? Did you have a nice sleep?"
"My head hurts," she responded honestly, then turned off the faucet and gulped down the water, then turned to fill it back up. "I really…don't want to talk about it."
"It's ok, Samantha." Her father said to her.
"Mom, dad?" Sam asked them, turning around after she had finished refilling her glass.
"Yes, sweety?" They said, still in that weird tone of voice, their faux smiles twitching ever so slightly.
"Did…Danny call?"
At the mention of Danny, their smiles instantly transformed into a grimace.
"No, he didn't" her mom answered finally.
"Are you positively sure?" Sam pestered, and then noticed that her mother seemed to twitch every time she said his name.
'Something really is wrong…but he couldn't have! He can't be dead…please, may it not be that…'
"Though," her mom said after a moment. "Jasmine did call…she wants you to call her back."
"Ok," she answered, and then her parents left the room, leaving the air dense with sadness.
She sat down her glass, then went over to the receiver and picked it up. She quickly dialed the Fenton household's number, and then put it to her ear.
'Ring…Ring…Ring…'
"…Hello?" A muffled voice asked, which kind of sounded like Maddie.
"Hi. This is Sam; I'm calling back from the messa-"
"Sam! I'm glad you're calling! Can you come over?"
"I don't know…I'll have to change, and then ask my parents…"
"I'm sure they'll let you. Obviously if they told you about the message Jazz left then they'll surely let you come over. They know what it's about."
"Ok then. Let me get changed." Sam said, and then hung up the phone.
She ran to her room, driven by a hidden force. She opened her closet and pulled out what she normally wore every day. Then she slid on her combat boots and marched out the door, closing it softly behind her. After that, she walked to the Fenton's house.
After about ten minutes, she finally arrived. She rang the doorbell. As soon as her finger slipped off the button, the door sprang open, revealing a tear-stricken and very pale Jazz clad in her pajamas.
"Oh Sam I'm so glad you're here!" She said, embracing her.
"M-me too Jazz." Sam said, struggling to breathe, but felt that it wasn't right to tell her to let go. This whole day was starting out wrong.
After what seemed to be an eternity, Jazz finally let go, and ushered her inside. She walked in, and saw similar faces on both Maddie and Jack.
"Hi Sam," Jack said.
"Danny would have wanted you to be here." Maddie said.
"Yeah…" Sam said, and then suddenly was unable to piece together anymore words in her conscious.
It all became a blur. All of a sudden, flashbacks came to her of Danny, their friendship, all the good times they shared, and then she just overloaded. Tears poured out of her eyes in a rush. She was immediately embraced by the Fenton family, but she wasn't aware of it.
"It's all my fault," she whimpered.
"No it's not your fault," Maddie said, trying to comfort her, as well as everyone else. "It was not of our faults. Danny wouldn't want us to cry, he wouldn't…oh shoot," She said, then started to cry as well.
"Why did Danny have to die, why? What did he do wrong?" Jazz cried softly.
"He was just meant to, at this point and time," Jack said, and everyone turned to face him. "We have to be strong. Otherwise he might turn into a ghost!" He said, and then emitted a light chuckle.
Maddie and Jazz wiped their tears away, and then turned to Sam.
"We have to make plans for his funeral, Sam. Care to help?" Maddie said, smiling slightly.
"I think," Sam said, and then pondered for a moment before continuing. "Danny would want to be buried where we first met. You know, near the oak tree…where he…died?" She could hardly say it. Vaguely, she knew in her heart that she would never be comfortable with it, at least, not for a very long time.
Maddie thought for a moment, before replying, "I think he would like that…very much, in fact. Let's write that down." She said, then went to the kitchen to retrieve the papers.
It would be a very long day.
Sam walked home, exhausted both mentally and physically.
'I'll probably turn into an even bigger goth now. But I don't want to change. What if Danny did turn into a full ghost? Then if I change, he'll be miserable forever…I don't want him to be miserable…' she thought, then shook her head. 'Danny wouldn't turn into a full ghost! Besides, what would he need to finish in order to move on, anyway?'
She opened the door, and was greeted with a dark room. She locked the door behind her then crept up to her room, not wanting to disturb her parents. She had enough heartache as it was. She opened the door and there, on her bed, she was greeted with a most familiar sight.
"I was waiting for you, Sammy. What took you so long?"
'Darn it,' she thought. 'I've just been contradicted'.
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