I do not, nor will I ever, own Danny Phantom.

Okay, okay, so I'm guessing that because of the reviews and alerts I've gotten that you all want me to continue this. So… surprise! I don't own DP, but I do own the girl in the pink dress. Nope, I'm not even gonna be stupid enough to tell you that she's- ha, nice try. I'm not telling! You'll just have to read.

Chapter 2

Sam nearly screamed as someone put their hand on her shoulder. Instead, she resorted to jumping out of her seat and nearly flipping her 'attacker' over her shoulder.

"Ow!" Danny's surprised voice was enough to pull her out of her violent, scared trance. "Sam, are you okay?" he asked.

"Uh… I-I'm fine," Sam replied, nervously straightening her plaid skirt. "I just had a nightmare last night and have been a bit… jumpy ever since."

"Jumpy?" Danny asked doubtfully, his voice full of concern. "Sam, you nearly just broke my arm." Danny placed his free hand on his injured left arm, feeling the bone underneath. "What's wrong?"

Should she tell him? No. It was too dangerous. Sure, he was half ghost himself, but this was… different. The ghost she had seen… heck, she wasn't even sure the girl was a ghost. Maybe she did need to go to a therapist. "Nothing," she eventually replied after much thought. She couldn't let him know. If the ghost was real, he'd be in danger, and if she wasn't, Danny would worry about her mental health. "Uh… I've gotta go," she whispered, headed towards the door to the girls' bathroom. She squatted down and checked underneath all the stalls to make sure know one was there. When she discovered no one else was there, she walked back over to the door. She placed her hand on the lock and turned it until she heard a satisfying click. She removed her hand from the silver, metallic lock and walked into the center of the bathroom.

She swallowed nervously and began speaking. "I-I know you're here… that is, if you're real. What do you want from me? Why are you here? Why-" Sam was interrupted by an exploding sound outside. She fumbled to run to the light tan door and unlock it. She threw the door open to see Danny fighting the Fright Knight.

"Where's a pumpkin when you need one!" Danny yelled in aggravation. Sam couldn't do much for him there. It was March, not November. She ran to the cafeteria to see if they had anything of use. Some of the food was actually pretty good- as discuses to throw at the ghosts. By then they were usually grossed out enough for Danny to have some time to get out a Fenton Thermos and get rid of the ghost.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," Sam muttered to herself in the red-and-white colored kitchen. She looked in a cabinet and found a pumpkin. A very gross, very rotted pumpkin, but a pumpkin. She grabbed it and began running back to Danny, and just as the Fright Knight was going to stab Danny, she jumped in the way and moved the pumpkin so that the sword stabbed into it.

"NOOOO!" the Fright Knight objected, though his essence was absorbed into the pumpkin just the same.

"Thanks, Sam," Danny said. "If it wasn't for you, I'd probably have been shish kababed there." Sam set the pumpkin down and Danny leaned in slightly as if he were going to kiss her, but was cut off by the bell. "Uh… we should probably get to class," he said nervously.

"Uh… y-yeah," Sam replied, bending her head down momentarily in thought. "See you around."

"Yeah," Danny replied, transforming back to human and running down the hall to his class.

Sam turned around to walk to her class as well, but ran right into someone. "Oh, I'm sor-" Sam stopped when she found herself looking at the blonde from the night before. "No," Sam muttered. "You're not real; it's all in my head."

"Oh, I'm very real, Sam," the blonde replied. "And that fight was far too easy for you, don'tcha think?"

Sam began walking backwards, afraid of what the blonde was going to do. Suddenly, the blonde grabbed her and literally threw her down the hall, Sam only stopping when her back came into contact with the lockers at the other end. She weakly fell to the ground, groaning in pain. The blonde smirked as she approached Sam, though Sam could only see a hazy figure in pink. The blonde looked as if she were about to punch Sam, but something surprised her and she disappeared.

Before she knew it, a crowd surrounded Sam, trying to see if she was okay. She felt some sort of strange, sticky substance pooling around her head. Her last conscious thought was someone putting two fingers to her neck, checking her pulse.

Sam woke up in a hospital bed, her parents sitting in chairs and looking very nervous. She nervously grabbed at the white sheets, her black-painted nails disappearing under the fabric. She blinked a few times to get used to the light and then croaked out, "Ugh, what the heck happened?"

"Sammykins!" Sam's mother exclaimed, hugging her daughter tightly.

"Mom… can't… breathe…" Sam choked out.

"Sorry," Pamela Manson said, releasing her daughter.

"Uh… it wasn't just any ghost that did this to me," Sam said nervously. "She attacked me."

"Sam, we've talked about this," Thurston Manson replied. "It's only in your head."

Sam sighed nervously, grabbing on tighter to the blankets. "I guess you're right," Sam eventually replied. "It's just in my head…" Somehow, the statement seemed as if she were trying to convince herself of it. She nervously leaned her head back on the bed and checked the clock on the table beside the hospital bed. It was about six p.m., but Sam felt like falling asleep right then and there.

Sam's Dream

Sam walked around the barren wasteland, trying to find her way out. "LET ME OUT!" she demanded. "I KNOW YOU'RE BEHIND THIS!" Sam hit her hands against what seemed to be a wall, but instead, said wall electrocuted her and threw her back into the center of the island she was standing on.

Outside of Sam's Dream

Many doctors ran into Samantha Manson's room when they heard the screaming teen. She was thrashing around in her bed, screaming things like, "YOU'LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS!" and "LET ME OUT!" It took about three doctors to hold her down, but just before they could inject her with a sedative, her eyes snapped open and she wriggled out of the doctors' grips, even punching one in the nose. She began running, but the door was blocked off, and someone was even smart enough to stand in front of the window. That left her to be surrounded in the corner by her bed, still resisting the injection. All of the doctors reacted by grabbing her and forcing her to stay still as she was injected with the clear serum, which quickly overtook her consciousness.

MWA HA HA! I decided not to tell you just yet. If you think you know, please don't say anything. I want it to be a surprise for the people who don't know yet. Hehe. I'm drugged up on Novocain (don't worry; it was prescription). And yep, everyone thinks Sam's crazy. Mwa ha ha!