Danny Phantom C Butch Hartman

Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it! Stop crying!

She mentally scolded herself. She was practically throwing a tantrum in her head, trying desperately to make herself calm down. But she was beyond her mind's control now. The sobs broke out of her endlessly. She was completely breaking down, something she had never done before. Something she never thought she ever would do.

"Please, just talk to me", she choked out in a whisper so quiet she couldn't tell if she had actually spoken out loud. All she really wanted was to see his face. Know he was still alright.

Hands clamped onto her arms, pulling her to her feet. Her sobs instantly died in her throat, as did the shaking she hadn't noticed before.

Sam's tears silently continued as she was pulled through the closed door in front of her. She felt like a rag doll as she was dragged across his room and, although gently, was pushed onto his bed.

In her shock, Sam hadn't been able to make her legs move, and now, as she sat there; all she could do was stare at the figure standing before her, tears staining her cheeks.

He had a black sweatshirt on over his clothes, hood pulled up so she couldn't see his face. That didn't stop her from recognizing the figure standing in front of her. The figure she so desperately wanted to wrap her arms around.

Sam didn't have any idea of what to do, what to say. She didn't know what would happen if she broke the silence or made a move to get near him.

The person she was always so comfortable around was actually somewhat frightening, with his rigid stance and tense posture.

Danny just stood there looking down at her. He knew she couldn't see his face, but he could she hers. He could see the stains left behind from her tears. See the pain in her eyes, the shock on her face, the pleading in the set of her brow, and he could see the fear in the way she held herself.

He had her now, there in front of him. The painful, torturous sobs had stopped. That was what he had wanted.

But what was he going to do with her now? He had seen what to do up to the point where she stopped crying, but hadn't thought past that. This catatonic state of mind was making it increasingly more difficult for him to figure out what to do.

He didn't want to talk to her. He didn't want her to talk to him.

What Danny wanted was for Sam to be gone. But he couldn't tell her to leave. And he couldn't push her from the room. When he had touched her before, all the feelings he didn't want to have nearly engulfed him.

Danny stood there staring down at her, as Sam silently stared back up at him, arms wrapped tightly around herself so she wouldn't be tempted to reach out to him.

After time had passed, whether it had been seconds, minutes or hours neither was sure, Danny slowly backed away across his room and into the shadows of a corner. He slid down the wall and sat, hidden in darkness, with his arms wrapped around his legs and his forehead pressed to his knees. He had to get control of himself.

Sam watched him from the bed. The agony he tried so hard not to show was tearing at her heart. She had to help him.

But what could she do? Would he forcibly silence her if she spoke? Would he hurt her if she moved closer to him?

All the trepidation she felt because him, him, who she was always so sure of, were taking away her head on nature and leaving her timid, forlorn, and confused.

What am I going to do?

I couldn't help posting again. I know my chapters are short, but these are good breaking points. Let me know if I can do something to make the reading better. Thanks to everyone for reading this.