Disclaimer; seriously, we've been over this

This could be perceived as Sam-bashing. Maybe a little OC. I should apologize about that, but if Danny were ever to leave, I feel like Sam would be the biggest motivator, thus she's the one who wronged him the most. And you've gotta admit, that girl's headstrong.

Chapter 4; Black Rose

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Samantha Manson laid across her bed as several conflicting emotions spun and crashed in her head like bumper cars. She was regretful for the way things ended with Danny, that she never made up with him, or even said sorry before he pulled his vanishing act. Angry as well. How could he just leave everyone like this? They might have fallen out but it's no excuse to run away like a wimp. Didn't he know how much she cared for him, how much she wish those stupid words never left her mouth? Not to mention the guilt that was swallowing her alive. Danny was right when he said those things, his words had hit the nail on the head and Sam just couldn't handle that. She had been so shallow, and so very selfish. She was no better than Paulina.

Her cell phone beeped. Sam didn't need to check it to know that it was her new boyfriend (new boyfriend, Sam swallowed back the bile that rose with those words) texting her for the fifth time that day. Probably asking if she was okay again.

He had been so kind and after Danny's blunt words, Sam drank up his complements like she had been stranded in the desert. She had also hoped (deep down) that Danny would get jealous like he did before and come running back to prove that Blade was a big fake or something. Then they'd both take back their harsh words and rekindle their relationship. Then she'd have a talk with Blade, and tell him everything and they can part way as friends.

How could she have been such a ... such a bitch! Using Blade to feel good about herself, and expecting him to happily leave after she tells him to his face that he's just some rebound guy. And to think that Danny would even want her back after the way she broke up with him!

She's despicable. She's a selfish bitch who doesn't deserve either of them. It's too late now, anyway. Danny's long gone.

Sam pulled a pillow over her face and cried into it. Everything had been perfect and then she'd gone and ruined it. Messed it up in the worst way possible. She cried herself dry, her throat raw and laid there hiccuping, for once without the motivation to do anything.

Her phone beeped again. Sam ignored it.

She was about to lay the soaked pillow back in it's place when she noticed a rose, identical to the ones Danny used to give her, with soft, inky petals and sharp thorns. Attached to it was a white envelope.

Sam didn't even need to open it to know who it was from. Danny had already sent letters to Tucker, Jazz ... even Valerie. Sam hadn't found her's yet, and she had been terrified that Danny didn't write one to her.

With trembling hands, Sam opened the envelope and began to read.


To Sam Manson,

I know I suck at English and writing, but I also know that you like this poetry stuff, so I wrote you a poem. I asked Mr. Lancer to look it over for me and he said it's fine. I spent a long time on this. I really hope you like it.

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Blackened leaves fell, twirled, spun,

They blew where the wind decides,

Wherever, aimless, without purpose,

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One leaf, a lucky leaf,

Met a red rose,

It was brilliant, it's colour alien,

And beautiful,

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The leaf decided to stay,

No matter how loud the wind howled,

And screamed,

The leaf stayed stubborn, right where it wanted to be,

Beside its beautiful red rose,

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Nights grew longer,

The wind screamed louder,

The little blackened leaf refused to move,

The rose, though, it's petals began to turn black,

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The leaf was excited,

It believed that this means the rose understands,

Understands painful, endless nights adrift in the cold,

Understands the desperate thirst for companionship,

Understands the piercing ache of being alone, blown off course,

Lost

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Then on a cold morning,

A human came with a blade,

The human never saw a rose so black,

A rose so strong it withstood the might of winter,

A rose so beautiful,

More special than any red rose,

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So the human took the blade to the black rose

And cut her away

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So yeah. Sam, I really like you. Maybe even love you. I feel like our chance at a relationship was cut short because of that stupid argument we had. I want to say I'm sorry we did't work out and I also want to say that I don't blame you.

Do you know why I gave you a black rose every week? You probably already know the meaning, but it's important you keep this in mind when I explain some things. A black rose means a new start, journeying into uncharted waters.

And I'll tell you something right now, Sam.

I'm dead.

I'm not even trying to be dramatic here, I'm literally dead. It happened when I got my powers back the second time, when the ghosts all blasted me with ghost rays. I didn't tell you because with the Disasteroid nearing, it didn't seem all that important. I mean, if we didn't focus on the plan, we're all dead anyway. And afterwards, you were so happy and relieved, I wasn't about to spoil things. Fully dying wasn't that big of a deal ... not when I've been half dead for years, but I had the feeling you guys won't see things that way. So I kept it to myself and, really, nothing's changed.

I actually got two new obsessions. One of them was to protect my family and you and Tucker, even Valerie to an extent. You three defiantly count as family.

These last couple of days, you guys all moved on with your lives. Jazz is right across the country in Connecticut, Tucker is off being mayor, you've got yourself a new boyfriend and I see so little of Valerie, the only reason I know she's still in Amity Park is because my parents are always meeting up with her dad. As a ghost, I can't move on. It's literally impossible for me. And there's nothing I can do if my family leaves me no one to protect.

So I gave you black roses. Partly because I knew you hated mainstream things and partly because of it's meaning. I wanted to believe that living a life after death was possible. To be a ghost, but live with humans. It's so insane, no one's ever thought of it as a possibility, but I'm Danny Phantom, damn it. No one's ever thought a ghost could be heroic before, but I made it happen. Even Vlad, hell, even Danielle, never considered using their powers to protect people simply because they had the ability to do so. Why can't I have this too? Didn't I earn this? Deserve it even?

But there's another, more common meaning for the black rose. Death. Mourning. Sadness and farewell. And now I'm starting to see that that might be the unintentional message after all. I'm stuck, immovable in death as I wish you farewell. Watch you leave me behind.

I know you and Tucker told me many times that I didn't need to thank you because the things you do for me are what friends are for. But .. we're not really friends anymore, are we?

So thank you, Sam Manson, my beautiful black rose.

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Thank you for letting me be in your life,

From Danny


Tears welled up, blurring her vision and Sam hurriedly wiped them away. Danny was a ghost. A full ghost, and he never told her. He didn't even think of her as a friend anymore. Sam felt horrible inside and she deserved it. She completely deserved it. But in spite of everything, he hadn't forgotten her.

He still cares, she thought.

Sam's smile was small... and broken.


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Monocheshaa; Nice of you to review again ;P As for how long Danny's been missing, a little over two weeks. 90% sure of what will happen, you say? We'll see...

This one's kind of melodramatic, isn't it? IDK, what do you guys think of the poem?

Edited: August 6th 2016 5:41am (man, I think this might be the last one this morning)