Thank you, Codiak.

tokioHotelgirl98: Yeah, I was thinking of putting that song up for that chapter, but i wanted it to stay a poem with a follow up story... ALthough I had that song on repeat while writing all these chapters :P

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.

Danny walked into the school, wet from the pouring rain. He shook his head and sent water droplets flying all over Sam, who had walked over to him when he hadn't been paying attention.

"Gee, thanks Danny," Sam said sarcasticly and smiled. God, Danny would give anything to see her smile all the time. She was so beautiful...

"You're extremely welcome, Sam!" Danny exclaimed just as sarcasticly as her. Sam laughed loudly and he couldn't help but laugh, too. Her laugh was infectous and beautiful.

Sam was just about to say something when her phone went off. She looked at the text and she smiled to herself. She looked back up at Danny who was feeling kind of awkward. Sam smiled even wider and showed him the text.

"Hey hun. I love you so much. 3 Meet me in the cafeteria and we'll have some fun ;) Sending all my love, Adam 3"

Adam. Always Adam. He's always there when I want to talk to Sam. Just me and her... Danny thought. But, Sam's happy with him, and that's all that matters, I guess...

"Well, I got to go meet Adam, Danny! See you... Sometime. I'm going out with Adam this afternoon, so i'll have to miss the park with you and Tucker." Sam said as she smiled and jogged off in the direction of the cafeteria. So far, that was the longest he'd seen Sam since she'd gotten together with Adam. Why couldn't she tell that he loved her?

Danny sighed. He hadn't been seeing much of Tucker lately, now, either. He had joined this club where her stayed after school from 3:15 through 6:30. And on weekends, most of the time, Tucker didn't want to hang out. And Danny didn't know why...

"Hey, Fentonia!" An all-too-familiar voice said.

"Dash, please not now." Danny pleaded. He didn't want to go through this right now.

"Sorry, Fenton, but I get to decide when i do and don't beat you up. " Dash smiled cruelly as he pushed Danny up agaist the lockers. Danny cringed, because he knew all too well what was going to happpen next. He braced himself for punching. He was beaten until he knew he had a large bruse on his torso. Dash laughed and dropped Danny to the floor as he walked away. Danny just layed on the ground, too hurt to get up. He knew he could easily hurt Dash, maybe even kill him, but he didn't want to become like Dan. Danny shuddered at the thought.

Danny decided not to go to class. He walked out the front doors of the building and out into the bright sunlight of Amity Park. But Danny didn't notice how cheery the world seemed. He walked to his house in silence, knowing his mom, dad, and jazz were out at a ghost hunting convention and wouldn't be back until later that night.

At his house in his room, Danny sat down on his bed after throwing his book bag on the floor. He slowly unwrapped the shoelaces that were tied to his wrists to reveal red, deep gashes. He winced as another wound opened up and started to bleed again. The looked as the older, white scars were fading. The oldest scars were from a year ago, when he first cut.

Danny didn't realize it, but he had started crying.

His parents were never home, and when they were, they hardly talked to him because they thought who he was, was wrong. He had told his parents that he was bisexual, and they had thought it was wrong.

Jazz had left him to become a psycologist and ghost hunter in her free time.

Sam had left for her asshole boyfriend that only wanted her for sex and make out sessions. When Danny had told her this, he was slapped in the face and ignored for a few weeks.

When people at school had found out about his sexuality, he had been, and still was, made fun of.

It had hurt Danny.

And now, Danny couldn't take it. He couldn't take any of it.

Danny ran down stairs and into the kitchen. He reached under the counter where her knew a gun would be. When he felf the cold metal in his hands, he pulled back. The black gun stared back at him. He knew the gun was loaded. All he had to do was pull the trigger...

Danny didn't think twice.

He walked into the living room with the gun held casually in his hand. he sat down in the arm chair and held his right hand with the gun to his right temple. He smiled a sad smile that no one would see, and he pulled the trigger.

Maddie, Jack, and Jazz walked in to the house at around seven that night.

On the couch layed Danny, gun still losely held in his hand, blood dripping from his chin.

Maddie fell to her knees, sobbing.

Jazz started crying.

Jack called 9-1-1 and teared up.

Now, Danny Fenton's body is gone.

Now, everyone has mooved on.

Danny is just another teen suicide, along with the other hundreds of teenagers who had lost the will to go on.

Danny Fenton is gone and forgotten.