Me: Merry Christmas everyone!
Danny Muse: Feliz Navidad!
Me: You ain't Hispanic Danny!
Danny Muse: WELL I sometimes pay attention in Spanish class…
Me: Wow… that's a shock.
Danny Muse: And this is coming from the girl who draws in class…
Me: HEY! At least I have a B average!
Danny Muse: My grades aren't THAT bad…
Me: Okay Mr. D average.
Danny Muse: Okay just for that I'm setting the readers on you…SICK 'EM!
Me: OH FUDGE CAKES! AHHHH!
Danny Muse: hehehe… Merry Christmas guys, I hope you have a great one. I'm just glad that this year wasn't as bad as last year *shudders*. Jazz had gotten me this AWSOME model rocket… but then for some reason, don't ask, Dad thought it was a ghost. You can only image how that went down… well as long as your Christmas did not consist of a charred Christmas tree, a hole blown through your house, or a model rocked turning into a ghost due to an overload of ectoplasm shot at it, than your Christmas was a success. So without further ado, I present Chapter 6 of 'The End of the Road' as a little Christmas gift from me and DPfruitloop, to you. MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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Chapter 6
Sam was wide awake. She hadn't been able to sleep for the three days that Danny had been dead. Three days. She still couldn't believe that. Three days. Three days without Danny. Three days that she had sat in this bed. Her parents had constantly come up to her room, begging her to please come downstairs. But she refused. She told them she just had to be alone, and slammed the door in their face. They were worried, and she knew it, but frankly she really didn't care. They had brought food up to her room, and begged her to eat, but again she didn't care. Why should she? Danny couldn't eat, and Danny couldn't sleep, so neither would she. How was it fair that she could do these while Danny could not? After all it was all her fault. If she had found him sooner, he could still be alive. If she hadn't left him alone he would've had her to help him. She had left him all alone, she knew the dangers that could await him, yet she still left him to fend for himself. It was all her fault, all her fault.
Danny was dead because of her. So why should she care? No she shouldn't. Her life was over. Without Danny her life had no meaning. She wanted more than anything just to die, but she wasn't going to DO anything. No, if Danny were still here, he would probably throttle her for thinking like that. She turned over in her bed and threw her face into the pillow. She screamed into the pillow. She didn't care if anybody heard her, she was overcome by grief. Why couldn't it be her instead of Danny? Why couldn't have she been the one to die? Why couldn't she have faced Skulker? She wished she could take his place, that she could've died and he could be sitting here, alive.
"Sam?" A voice called from outside the door. But Sam did not respond, she only rolled over and pretended to be asleep. She heard the door open but did not look over to see who it was. She hoped they would just leave.
"You can cut it out Sam; I know that you're faking." The voice said. Sam sat up, ready to make whoever had entered the room leave, only to stop in mid shout when she noticed who had arrived.
"Tucker?" She choked out; her eyes were red and puffy as she looked at the African American boy standing before her.
"Hey Sam," he said forcing a smile, "How are you doing?"
"What do you think?" Sam spat, giving the boy a murderous glare.
"Sorry," Tucker said softly sitting next to Sam, "Stupid question."
"Yeah no kidding." Sam said, throwing her face back down into the pillow. Tucker sighed and pulled her up into a hug. Sam buried her face into Tucker's shirt and sobbed. He rubbed her back softly, before he started to cry as well. It wasn't fair, why did Danny have to die?
The two friends sat there, hugging and crying for what seemed like an eternity, before Tucker finally pulled away, looking at his friend sadly.
"Jazz wanted me to tell you that the funeral is going to be in two days." He whispered, choking slightly on his tears.
"Two days?" Sam whispered, trying to hold back the tears.
"She wanted to know if you wanted to say anything... You know at the service?" Tucker whispered softly.
"I guess...," Sam whispered, "are you going to say anything?" Tucker nodded, smiling sadly at Sam.
"He would want us to." He said. Sam nodded in agreement, and pulled him into another hug.
"Why did he have to go Tucker? Why did he have to go?" Sam asked crying, mascara running down her face, staining Tucker's yellow shirt.
"Trust me Sam," Tucker said, "I've been asking myself the same exact question." The two friends sat there for a moment hugging, before they finally pulled away.
"Why is life so unfair?" Sam cried, staring at Tucker.
"I'll tell you right after I figure it out." Tucker said smiling half-heartedly at Sam.
She chuckled sadly at his joke and gave him a small hug.
"Things are going to be so different without Danny..." Sam said softly, looking at the ground.
"Heck yeah they will..." Tucker said; his eyes also averted to the ground.
"Life sucks." Sam said.
"You're just noticing that?" Tucker asked, smiling sadly, before standing up.
"I'm sorry but I have to go home now, I promised my parents that I would be home by 9 'o clock." Tucker said. Sam nodded sadly and flopped back down on her bed.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asked. Sam gave him a, you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me-of-coarse-I-won't-you-idiot, look.
"Sorry… stupid question." Tucker said again, chuckling sadly. Sam gave him a half-hearted smile, before looking back up at her ceiling.
"We are going to make it through this Sam." Tucker said sadly, before leaving.
"I wish," Sam whispered to herself. "I wish"
Sam looked over at her dresser. On it laid a picture of Danny, Tucker, and herself. Danny was in the middle, with his arms wrapped around them. He had a mile long grin on his face as he looked at the camera. His eyes held that familiar twinkle in them, which had always made her smile. Tucker was looking down at his PDA, with one arm around Danny. I had my arm around Danny as well, and was looking at him, with a slight blush to my cheeks.
On top of the photo laid her most prized possession. It was a small ice crystal. Danny had given it to her right after Undergrowth had been defeated, and he had first received his ice powers. It looked like a small diamond. Sam smiled sadly and picked the crystal up. Attached to it was a metal chain she had added. She sighed and put the necklace on herself, she held the small crystal in her hand as it hung from her neck.
"Oh Danny…," Sam cried, clutching the crystal tighter, "Why did you have to go? This is all my fault…"
Sam cried aloud, hugging herself. She just wanted Danny back. Why did he have to go? She looked around the room, before sighing and flopping into her bed. She resumed the technique she had come up with yesterday, to keep herself from going insane. She started to count softly to herself.
"1…2…3…4…5…" Sam counted. Till for the first time in three days, she found herself slowly nodding off. Even though Danny's death was all her fault, she couldn't help but feel slightly happy. She knew despite everything, Danny would be proud of her. Proud of her for at least granting herself sleep… but she knew she still didn't deserve it.
She could've been a better friend. She could've watched his back. She could've been there for him when he needed her most! But no, she was at home asleep, while he was slowly dying. Sam sighed and turned over and looked out her window. She saw the twinkling stars which Danny had loved so much. As she felt sleep finally overtaking her, she mumbled a few words.
"I miss you Danny…," Sam whispered, "and-and I loved you."
And without another word, Sam fell into a deep and troubled sleep.
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Danny Muse: Wow DPfruitloop, that was really depressing.
Me: Well SORRY!
Danny Muse: That sounded pretty sarcastic to me.
Me: NO? Really?
Danny Muse: Do I have to call the readers?
Me: *face pales* you are ruthless.
Danny Muse: Hey be thankful I'm not a fruit-loop.
Me: Shut-up Danny.
Danny Muse: Na I'm good.
Me: UGH YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE!
Danny Muse: hehe, I try. Okay well Merry Christmas everyone!
Me: Merry Christmas people! Peace!