So this morning at school, I asked all my friends (who wouldn't look at me weird) songs they would kill themselves to OR get high or wasted to. I have a playlist xD

Leave out all the rest - Linkin Park**

Untitled - Simple Plan

Summertime - My Chemical Romance

Therapy - All Time Low

Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

Sick Little Games - All Time Low

Avenue - Agnes Obel

Happy Little Pill - Troye Sivan

Clean - Taylor Swift

All Signs Point to Lauderdale - A Day to Remember**

My Immortal - Evanescence

Mama - My Chemical Romance

Breathe Me - Sia

Beautiful Broken Bones - Dead!**

I'm Not Okay - My Chemical Romance

Skinny Love - Birdy ***

I think that this is relevant to listen to these. Thank you (:

…

I woke up with blood dried under my nose and my knuckles hurt for some unknown reason. I groaned and got up to be face to face with a little girl. I waved sheepishly and then she ran away. I sighed, gathering up my blankets and pillows slowly. My body was shaky and weird. I remembered that I had done Cocaine with Frank, and liked it.

I want more.

I shook my head and proceeded to check the time. It was 2:30. School was almost over. I groaned and slapped my forehead. Not bothering to go to school for thirty minutes, I got dressed in black skinny jeans and a red t-shirt with navy blue converse high tops. I grabbed my backpack and walked to the Nasty Burger to grab some food and about halfway there I realized that I didn't have any money.

I sighed, putting my head into my hands and groaning. I went into the alleyway and sat down, curling my arms around my knees. I went invisible when my parents and sister walked by. "Jazz, honey." My mom pleaded.

"Why would you kick him out? Clearly he needs all the help he can get." Jazz yelled. "I'm going to inform Sam and Tucker of his living conditions."

"Jasmine, don't you dare." My father bellowed. "He needs to learn to not depend on people to fall back on."

"...now that you know who he is, you still aren't going to help him?" My sister asked incredulously.

"...That just improves my faith that he can fix this by himself." My dad said walking away. I sighed. I need a fix.

I froze. What? I'm not going down that road. Not this time. Not when I'm already homeless.

But I need more.

I sighed again. I do a lot of that now. "Mr. Fenton!" I heard my English teacher bellow. My father turned around. I got up, still invisible and followed them.

"Daniel wasn't at school this morning, have you seen him?" Lancer said. My dad paled. Oh no. "No I haven't. I was under the impression he was at school." My dad said. I let out a breath of relief. I went back into the alley and went visible, making sure there was no more blood on my nose, and walked out.

I could feel my dad's eyes on my back but I kept walking. "Daniel?" Mr. Lancer called after me. I turned, my face blank, waved slightly and kept walking. I didn't know where I was going to go, but I know what I needed. I needed a fix. My body wants it. Something my body wants wouldn't be that bad right?

…

"Come on please!" I pleaded. The man shook his head. "Look, you don't have cash, you don't get the goods." He said, shrugging.

"I can't get money." I spat. He sighed. "Look kid. You don't want to go down this road, but...I need someone to steal for me. Valuables. Breaking into peoples houses and stealing things. That's all you gotta do, and I will pay generously."

"Anything, I'll do anything." I nodded, grateful I'd have money. He nodded. "...The Baxters. They have a stupid golden dog statue. It doesn't look like much and they got it for two dollars. It's worth thousands. I need you to get that. Come back and I'll give you a thousand for your sacrifice. Do not get caught." He said.

"Okay...what's your name?" I asked. He shook his head. "Just call me Boss. I don't give out my name to just anyone." He smirked, throwing a bag of white powder my way. "You can pay me fifty later, you need that kid."

I thanked him and ran down the street to the park, shoving the bag into my pocket, ignoring the suspicious glances. When I got to the clearing, I was surprised to see my sister. I panicked. "Heyyyy Jazz!" I smiled. She turned and ran into my arms.

"Hey Danny, are you okay little brother?" She asked sympathetically. I nodded. "I'm fine." I lied. I just needed to get a hit and I would be fine. "...Do you need somewhere to live?" She asked carefully.

"No. Dad's right. I need to do this by myself." I said through clenched teeth, hating even the very word dad.

"...That's not the impression that I got when you punched him the face last night. I understand and so did he. He knows, by the way. He knows about you being Phantom."

My eyes widened. "What? Okay, you have to leave." I said, panicked. She looked confused. "Danny wha-"

"He could've followed you here! This is the only safe place that I have! I can't lose this too, okay? I've already lost every shot at a normal life." I said. Jazz sighed. "Look, you are graduating in a few months, okay? You are guaranteed to graduate even if you mess something up." Jazz reassured me.

"Please just leave." I said, leaning against the tree. I'm about to start my life as a delinquent on the run, I didn't need my sister getting in the way. She nodded. "Call me if you need anything."

I shrugged. "Whatever."

…

When the sun finally set, I was out on the street, ignoring sideways glances at my appearance. I was aware that I looked like shit. I just got off my high like five minutes ago and had a massive headache, and I just wanted to get this job done. I phased into the Baxter household and stood in the entryway, Jonathan Baxter was asleep on the couch, and in front of him was the golden puppy statue.

I smiled, turning invisible as I went to go grab it. As soon as I touched it, alarms went off. Ecto guns came down from the ceiling and Jonathan woke up. "Warning! Ghost has infiltrated your home! Warning!" The alarm suddenly announced. Dash and his little sister Rebeka both came down the stairs screaming at their father.

I took this moment as my leave and phased through the ceiling with the statue in hand. I smiled wickedly at it, not coming uninvisible, and flew off towards Boss.

I turned human and visible when I touched down on the ground. Boss was standing against the garage door, smiling at me as I held up the object in question.

"Well I'll be damned, you got it! How'd you manage that?" He asked. Clearly, he didn't think he'd see me again. "I'm a stealthy guy." I shrugged. His grinned widened. "You are going to be useful to me boy. Here, a gift. For a job well done." He handed me an envelope, complete with a thousand dollars cash. "I gave you the thousand, because Baxters are an elusive bunch. We haven't gotten in their houses in years until now." Boss grinned, patting my shoulder.

"You are a good asset. Thanks for being the little junkie you are." Boss joked and left the parking lot, leaving me standing alone.

That was a rush. I could...I could steal more stuff and have more money for more drugs! I didn't have to get a job if I was this good at just stealing things.

And then I could steal things and 'find' them for the reward, maybe even send the cops on a wild goose chase. Yeah, this is sweet. I finally can fend for myself.

I went to my clearing and gathered up my stuff, heading to the nearest motel. "I don't know how long I'll be staying." I said. The clerk nodded. "I understand kid. You still in high school?" He asked. I nodded sheepishly. He sighed.

"I'm not supposed to give out rooms for teenagers but, you look like you've been sleeping in a ditch for a week so I'll give you a month for a hundred." The clerk offered. I nodded.

"Thank you! Thank you so much sir." I handed him a hundred dollar bill and he eyed me. "Where on earth did you get this?"

Oh crap.

"I was saving for a car. Then my parents kicked me out." I laughed nervously. He nodded. "You got a job then?" He asked, inspecting the bill further then typing something on the computer. "Yeah. I do." I shrugged. He nodded.

"Alrighty, you are all set. Room 5 outside. Here is your key. Every month is another hundred, if you are planning on staying here for awhile." I grinned when he gave me the key. I could now start living comfortably. I didn't need my parents.

I went to my room and put all of my clothes in the dressers. I would go get groceries after school tomorrow. People would get suspicious if I just stopped going to school all together, and started failing, so I set my alarm for five thirty and stripped down to my boxers. Then, I fell asleep.

…

The alarm blaring was the first thing I woke up to. I yawned and stretched my sore muscles, smiling at the ceiling. "I'm not waking up to birds." I whispered to myself. Things are getting better.

I got in the shower, looking down at my scars from cutting. As soon as I thought about it, I was in dire need for a cut. "No Danny," I said to myself, "You gotta start getting better."

Still, the need for a cut and the need for a fix was fresh on my mind, even as I dressed and grabbed my backpack, slipping on my shoes to start the walk to school.

Tucker was waiting for me on the stairs of the school. "Hey dude! Where were you yesterday?" He asked. I shrugged. "Overslept."

"Well, your parents are here in the office, talking to Ishma. What's that all about?" He asked. I shrugged. "I don't know. Don't really talk to my parents usually." I said nonchalantly. Tucker looked at me worried when Sam walked up. "Hey guys." She greeted, pulling out books from her locker.

"Hey Sam." Tucker and I said in unison. We looked at each other and grinned.

Yes, I was starting to forgive Sam, now that I was trying to forgive myself. Sam's smile at me made me decide to get rid of all the drugs when I got back to the motel.

…

'That plan didn't go so well.' I groaned, waking up a couple hours after school had ended. There were coke lines on the table and scratches on my arms.

My phone was also lit up.

Unknown [rec] hey kid, its boss. got another job for ya. Xaviers got this painting, worth thousands. Again, they got it at a garage sale. Their security is top notch, so be quiet and careful. I'll see you at midnight at the usual place.

I sighed, grabbing my coat, not bothering to bandage my wounds, and head out the door. I walked down the street when I spotted Sam and Tucker, laughing and walking down the sidewalk.

I pulled my hood over my head and walked behind them, listening in. "Did you hear that a ghost broke into Dash's house." Tuck said after they stopped laughing. Sam sighed. "Yeah...do you think…?" She left the question unsaid, but Tucker and I both knew what she meant.

"I don't think so, but who knows anymore? He's changed. Jazz told me to watch out for him yesterday, and not to call the house anymore, cause he won't be there. What does that mean?" Tucker exclaimed.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe we should wait for him to tell us." She said quietly. Tucker looked at her like she was crazy. "What? Sam he could be doing bad things. We don't want him to keep down this road." Tucker reasoned. Sam sighed.

"Tucker, half the reason he is down the road in the first place is because of us. If we hadn't ditched him, none of this would've happened. He wouldn't have tried to kill himself-"

"Twice." Tucker added sadly.

"-twice. He wouldn't be possibly stealing things. ...Do you think he's on drugs?" Sam asked suddenly. Tucker paused. "It's possible." Tucker sighed. "We are bad friends." Sam said sadly.

"Really bad friends."

At that moment, I decided I had heard enough and walked into the alley next to me to get to the Xaviers. Mikey Xavier was in my grade, but I didn't know that they would have a prized expensive painting in their house. I hope it isn't too big.

"Of course." I spat when I finally got to the painting. It was huge. Like, the Mona Lisa huge. I facepalmed. How was I supposed to-

"Hello?" Someone called. I cursed and went invisible. "Anyone there?"

A middle aged man with a baseball bat stood in the hallway. I held my breath.

"Honey? What is it?" A woman's voice said. "Nothing honey. Thought I heard something." He said warily, walking back up the stairs, taking one last look at the painting.

I let out my breath and pulled the hood over my head some more making sure that if he did see me, he wouldn't know who it was. I grabbed the painting and carried it to the door, turning intangible and phasing through, only to just hit the wall.

Damn these stupid ghost security systems. I kicked the door down, ignoring the shrill beep of the alarm and ran into the night, ignoring the gasps of passersby as I carried a giant ass painting through the street. I went into the alley and went intangible, flying to the usual place.

Boss was waiting for me, checking his watch. I walked with the painting towards him, pulling off my hood. "That a boy! Man, I heard the alarm from here and I thought you got caught!" He said, snapping his fingers. Two men came and took the painting from me, loading it into his van.

"That was me getting out." I said. Boss smiled. "You got moxy kid. Never change. Here's your payment, for a job well done." Boss smiled handing me an envelope. I counted the bills. Three thousand. "Sir, this is three thousand dollars." I gasped. He nodded.

"Thank you so much!" I gushed. He rolled his eyes, grabbing me by the shirt collar. "Okay, enough. No more gushing to me. You take the envelope and you leave. You only talk to me when I form a question. Got it?" He snapped. I kept quiet. He sighed.

"That was a question." He deadpanned. "Oh-Got it." I gulped. "Good. I will text you when another job comes up. That may not be for awhile, which was why you got a bonus. Get out." He snapped. I ran across the parking lot to my motel room. "Crap!" I groaned. I had forgotten to eat today.

Oh god, shit balls I'm starving.

I sighed, checking the time. Two o'clock in the morning on Saturday. I was alone.

I never really realized how alone I was until just now.

…

One Week Later

(Sam's Point of View)

"Danny!" I greeted, but I was worried about him. He was paler, skinnier, and jumpier. He was always leaving class, and even though his grades weren't dropping, he was distant.

I understand why he is distant with me. You know, I was such a bitch. But he had forgiven me...hadn't he? Before he forgot everything he told me that he loved me.

And now he doesn't remember and I'm stuck with this secret.

There have been mass burglaries throughout Amity and everyone was scared. No one could catch him...it was like he was invisible. I knew that it was probably Danny, even though I didn't want to blame him...all signs pointed to him.

The burglar can set off ghost alarms, but still somehow get away when the ghost shield goes up?

I feel horrible for him. I'm about to feel even worse now that I'm following him home. I had already dropped off Tucker after getting my license and was now following the elusive Danny Fenton home. Except he walked past it. Why was he even walking in the first place?

His car was in the driveway for fuck sakes!

He just kept on walking, stopping to cough for a second before continuing, until he got to a motel.

Why was he going to a motel? He got out a key and opened the door to Room 5. I eyed him suspiciously as he closed the curtains and the light turned off. I drove back to Tucker's house. I got out my phone and dialed his familiar number.

"Tucker! Come on!" I hissed into the phone.

"Sam! I'm eating!" He replied with an equal amount of venom. I rolled my eyes. "Come on! Danny isn't home. He's at Amity Motels, Room 5. I followed him." I said. I heard the shoving back of a chair and the clinking of silverware when Tucker appeared in the passenger seat.

"Jesus!" I jumped, pulling out of the driveway, hanging up the phone. "Just drive, Manson!" He ordered. I gave him a look. "Please?" He laughed nervously.

We pulled into Amity Motel and got out of the car quietly. The curtains were still drawn and it was spooky. "May I help you?" A man asked. "Nothing! Just visiting a friend, but we think he's asleep...do you think you could open the door for us?" I asked sweetly.

The man grinned. "Ah yes, here's the master key. I just need it back after you get the door open." The old man winked. I inwardly gagged. Disgusting.

When we opened the door, we were hit with the smell of rotting food and molding fruit. I held my breath and opened the door further, revealing the messy room. Our friend was asleep and his nose was bleeding. "Give this back to the manager." I whispered. Tucker nodded, slightly green.

"Danny?" I shook him gently. He wouldn't respond. I checked his pulse to find it barely there, and getting weaker. "God damn it, Danny!" I panicked, feeling for my phone. I dialled 911.

"9-1-1, What's your emergency?" A calm voice answered.

"My best friend...I think something happened, but his pulse is barely there and getting weaker. His nose is bleeding and, oh god I don't know what happened!" I said, my voice two octaves higher.

"Ma'am, calm down. Where are you?"

"Amity Park Motels, Room 5." I recited.

"Alright, I have an ambulance coming your way." The lady signalled then clicked off. I sniffed, not letting my tears fall. He was going to be okay. I looked around and saw the white powder on the table, with drops of dried blood around it.

"...Is that cocaine?" Tucker asked worriedly. I nodded. "We need to clean up before the ambulance gets here." I said. Tucker paled. "He overdosed...didn't he?" Tucker asked quietly.

"Yeah...I think he did." I said, picking up all of the powder bags and throwing them out in the dumpster. He doesn't need them. He's not going to do this anymore...if I had any say.

"Tucker, we got to do something about this." I said finally, putting the last of the clothes in the bag.

"Why the fuck does he have twenty thousand dollars in here?" Tucker asked, ignoring my previous statement. "Tucker! It doesn't matt-give me that!" I took the money out of his hands. "However he got this, it's his." I scolded. Tucker pouted. "You are being too calm for this situation." I glared at him.

He shrugged. "It's better than being panicky. He's going to be okay, as long as he hasn't stopped breathing!" Tucker smiled. I immediatly checked. His breaths were short and shallow but there, so Tucker was right.

"We have to do something about this, Tuck." I said. He nodded. "I'm going to take these bags to your house...when do your parents get back?" He asked. I thought about it.

"...next year? Around spring." My parents were currently touring the entire world because of my fathers company. "Then he can stay there. Or at least his stuff can." Tucker said. What did that mean?

"What's that mean?"

"Sam...he's got to go somewhere...rehab or a mental hospital. The hospital is probably going to put his on record for another suicide attempt. So, I'm going to put him in one." Tucker said, already pulling out his phone. "I'll meet you at the hospital."

"...try to find something local." I offered. He nodded. "It's not for forever, Sam." He said.

"I know…" I sighed.

"Sam?" Tucker asked before leaving. I looked up. "What did he say? That paragraph long message that he doesn't remember...what did he say?" He asked.

I took a deep breath. "That he loved me….he told me he loved me."