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Chapter 2: Trying to Escape the Fate

I couldn't get over it. I didn't want to get over it, his death. It hurt to much. The worst thing was only 4 people knew how he really died, why he died.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mr. Lancer asked at the end of the church. Today was his funeral. Today was his day of recognition.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." Jazz said as if she wanted me to not do it.

"It has to be done." I said whipping the last part of tears out of my eyes.

"Danny, would have wanted it this way." Tucker said as we walked to one of the pews in the front.

To my surprise almost all of our class made it. I guess some people have a heart. Though it was a funeral, for a classmate it didn't matter if you liked them, it was respectful.

The preachers service droned on. Until everyone spoke. First up was Mr. and Mrs. Fenton. They talked about how they hoped to find the killer, and how much they will miss him, how that if it was Danny Phantom they would rip him apart molecule by molecule.

After that and Jazz, our class mates spoke. How they will miss him, how life won't be the same, how there guard is always up.

"Danny was one of the only 3 friends I have. Not counting my PDA's and Technology. He was different, unique. Besides his skills to break every other PDA I've owned since I was 13 he had other useful, amazing skills, he could fix any jammed locker,fix any vending machine, make his pants fall at any given moment unintentionally of course." Tucker spoke as he continued how he was going to bring him back. He was a dreamer, but not the only one. Now it was my turn.

"Hi, I'm Sam, but most of you know that. Most of you know Danny, and most of you know this guy," I said lifting a picture of Danny Phantom and setting it on his coffin, "these two people are more alike than just there first names. They were the same person. 3 years ago, our freshmen year. 14 year old Danny Fenton stepped into his parents Ghost Portal. He stumbled in and pressed the ON button. From there one out his life was changed forever. He wasn't just a normal human, he wasn't just a normal ghost. He was caught straight in the middle. He wasn't killed; at least not all the way. Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom became one, became the legacy. Danny did all he could to protect everyone in Amity Park, and in the end he lost his life defending us, defending me. If you don't want to believe me or you can't handle the story of Danny's death you should leave." I said only for a few people to walk up and out of the church. Tucker must of saw me choke on my words or the ears forming in my eyes making them glossy, but that must have been a message to come up and talk with me. Suddenly though I felt a little safer. I glanced over at the Fenton family's faces, red and brushed with tears.

"It was 4 days ago we were flying over the coffee shop then we got shot at by Him, Dan, an evil alternate of Danny. Then Danny and I fell onto the roof. He left and, and, and." I said stuttering on my own words.

"He left, he said he be okay, he promised. So I called Tucker he didn't come to the coffee shop so I went to school lying so I wouldn't be tardy. Then I went to class for 10 minutes and had a nervous break-down. Some of you make think I'm rambling or I'm stoned but I'm not. Then I tracked him with maybe the really stupidly named tracking device and went to a military warehouse. Where Danny was battling Him. He was losing, bad. I was slammed against a wall, him the same. He slit across my stomach, then he killed him. I tried to save him, we were to late. We went to a time ghost, Clockwork's lair, he rejected us though, so now here I am telling you how our hero died. Rest in Peace Danny you deserved way better." I finished as I turned of the microphone. "He should have killed me, I would have been happier." I said under my breath.

"You sound like such a liar." Dash said as I started to walk of.

"Really does this look like a lie?" I said as I lifted my tank to reveal the infected wound.

"It looks gross." Paulina said as I continued to walk.

"Sam just ignore them." Tucker said as we walked of to the back pew.

Jazz said a few words how she knew and all.

"Tucker do you ever feel like a part of you is missing and you'll never get it back?" I asked lifting my head as I sniffled.

"I miss him to Sam. It's early though, you'll feel better over time." He said as he put his arm around me to show that he cared. I don't know, but it seemed like he had matured over all this time, more over the last 4 days.

I went home after the ceremony. The house was empty, because my parents had left on a cruise all over the world, with my grandma. I wasn't going to tell them that Danny was dead either it's not like they liked him anyways.

I took out a bottle of wine, opened it, got a scrapbook, and put on some music it was going to be a long night.

Time passed.

I went over to the med cabinet stumbling and falling 3 times. I took out a bottle of anti-depressants and popped two into my mouth. I had looked at every scrapbook, year book, note, letter, text, and picture that me and Danny shared. Only making the pain worse. It was time to leave my basement.

After this song though.

"If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses..." I said starting to trail off.

Now it was time to leave. I got up and walked out a bottle of wine in hand. As I thought, I realized I had nobody to run to.

I took out my phone. And dialed the only number I knew would answer.

"Hey Sam." Tucker said.

"Come over." I said slurring my words.

"At 3 in the morning?" He asked.

"Ya, I'm lonely." I chimed.

"Okay." He said I heard the springs in his bed shift.

"Tucker?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Hurry up."

"On it." He said as I heard him turn the key.

It didn't take long for him to arrive.

"Hey Sam. Whatcha been up too." He said starring at the bottle in my hand.

"Just, listening to music, having a few drinks." I said.

"Oh, are you sure that..." He said before I cut him off.

"Tucker?"

"Yes, Sam."

"I love you."

"I love you, too, Sam."

"No I really do love you. I want you Tucker." I said.

"No you don't thats, the alcohol talking."

"No it's not." I said as I lunged for him kissing him ever so slightly. The crazy thing he didn't fight back. He just accepted it. We started to pull away. Then tears formed in my eyes.

"Sam, whats wrong?" He asked. Then everything went blank.

I woke up the next morning. In my bed. I was in my pajamas, and Tucker was sleeping in my suspended chair.

"What happened." I asked my self as the headache from the hang over started to set in.

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