Staring out the window with the black strands obstructing the view, I stood. There was not much at all left anymore I thought I could do this. I lied. He urged me to hold on, I said I could do it. It was just an accident anyway, just an accident...

It shouldn't have happened but I let it. It was my fault from the start, it was all my fault. And I'm not kidding anyone by saying it was an accident. Mistakes do not take lives. I didn't directly take the life but I did take it. There's someone missing because of me, and I'm sick of the lies people spew at me.

"It's not your fault..."

"You couldn't have done anything..."

"It was just too late..."

"You did your best..."

Lies all of it lies. I was capable I was able, then why didn't I stop this all. I hate ghosts I hate them all so much more than I ever imagined. Somewhere at one point I used to like to think that in all things dark there was something hidden within them that was good. That there was maybe some kind of light within each and everyone of them. I was wrong.

Perhaps darkness is really all it was made out to be.Perhaps there really is no secret to it. Maybe I was wrong all along. What else have I been wrong about, how many things have I misinterperted in my life? I don't know, I'll never know.

What can I do anymore? My room is dark as the last of the light sinks off. Now it's my turn.

Scribbling out a short note of apologies and confessions I prepared myself. I was making things right again, an eye for an eye. I put it beside my computer on my desk and smiled. This was it this was what I was always amounting to be. Who will care, once they read the note they wont.

Shinning sharp blade and handle in hand I took in a deep breath. No turning back no more daylight. This is the last time for it all... I'd like to say I was sorry and I wish things could've been different. But I know someone will be waiting for me on the other side.

A shiver took me as it touched my flesh and carved through to the vain. I didn't even feel it. Switched the blade around quickly and made a few more deep insicions. Feeling dizzy I feel to the floor, a crimson mark making itself apparent on my floor. Last move, and I plunged it into my chest. It still wasn't as painful as living this lie.

Final thoughts... 'I'm coming Sam...'

I Danny Fenton do not wan't to live this way anymore.

I'm sorry to let you all down, but it must be done,

and it must be said. I lied for too long and I'm done,

I am Danny Phantom there was an accident I am half ghost.

I tried my hardest to be a hero but failed miserably, I let you all down.

I let Sam die I should've saved her from the ghost but I failed to do so.

I made too many mistakes and I just can't live this way anymore,

Sorry Mom and Dad I loved you

Sorry Jazz you were always there I apperciated it

Sorry Tucker I really tried

And I'm sorry Sam...

Love Danny


Yay I'm back and to celeberate my return a sad depressing make you cry short story. Yay, I'm awaiting the crazy ravages of the fan girls to eat me again for killing off Danny if it makes you all feel better in this fiction he wasn't the only one... ok feel free to throw bricks at me. But I've got a new computer so I'm finally back in the fold... Oh yeah also I changed the tittle to this collection if you didn't notice.