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Summary: Walking home from Danny's one night, something horrific happens to Sam. Now Danny's left to try to put the pieces of his best friend back together.
Rating: PG-13 for mature themes and language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does. And I don't own Hello, Evanescence does.
Chapter Seven
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream.
Sam darted up the stairs to the fine arts classes. She hadn't signed up for art. She had asked for speech but it was full and Art I still had five openings so the counselor had put her in this. She still wasn't that good but she was getting better. She'd even signed up for Art II. But now for this moment Sam was exceedingly glad she was in class.
She slipped into the room and darted to the shelving on the back wall that held all the students art supplies. She knelt down to the shelf for sketching material at the bottom and grabbed a blue covered container. She popped the lock tabs on the front and the back and dropped the top carelessly to the floor.
She had finally stopped crying which was good. She decided she didn't care. If Danny didn't want her as a friend, than she didn't need him either. It was as simple as that. No one needed her. Heck, no one was even going to miss her. She reached into the box and pulled out one of the silver cylinders. She put her thumb on the slide knob on the side and slid it up. As she did the razor appeared at the top.
Sam smiled slightly to herself. She laid it in her palm and turned her wrist so that it rolled back and forth. She watched entranced as the light caught both sides of the blade as it turned. She heard footsteps and grabbed the top of the box and put it back on. She just finished snapping the locks as the teacher walked in.
As she slid the box across the shelf to its proper spot, Mrs. Karrens noticed she was in there. "Oh, Sam. How are you."
Sam glanced over her shoulder. "I'm fine." She was amazed at how calm her voice came out. But of course now that she had a plan everything slipped into perspective. Suddenly, Sam could really believe that she was fine. Welcome to my world, the voice whispered.
"That's good." She turned to her desk and then looked back at Sam. "Did you need something, doll."
Sam stood and turned to face the women, retracting the razor blade as she spun. "Uh, actually, yeah. I was wondering if I could borrow this pencil sharpening knife. It's just so hard to sharpen my charcoal pencil without breaking it." She was lying through her teeth. She waited for the guilt to come but, strangely, it didn't. Sam pushed back her surprise. She was sure that someone would get it back here for her.
Mrs. Karrens smiled sweetly at her. "Tell ya what, Sam. Just keep it. Promise me that you'll practice over the summer."
"Sure." If everything goes right, you'll never have to keep that promise. Sam suppressed the voices psychotic whisperings and waved as she darted out the door.
The hall was starting to fill up with students and so she had to weave her way through body's to get anywhere. Sam pressed herself into the doorway of the storage room next to the art studio. She opened the knife and looked at the little angled blade. She held it in the shadows and brought the thumb of her left hand up to it.
She drew the blade across it quickly applying little pressure she drew it away and watched the white line turn red. Her head started to buzz as she stared at the growing line. She stared in a sick sort of joy as the line swelled to a bubble that burst and the blood leaked down her thumb towards her palm.
She slowly made a fist and then uncurled it just as slowly. She stared at the blood staining the top of her palm and the tips of her ring and middle fingers. She smiled slowly. This was perfect. Sam now had her way out. With that she slid the blade back in and darted down to her locker.
She did the combination as fast as she could she was running out of time before the 8:17 bell. She tucked the razor back into the top of the shelf in her locker. The little voice laughed. You hid it as if your ashamed. She pulled out a little bag out of her back pack in it was some Advil, feminine hygiene things and a couple of Band-aids. She pulled one out and wrapped it tightly around her finger. Slipping the bag back into her locker, she kicked the door shut.
Sam walked across the hall and to the drinking fountain. She got some water in the palm of her right hand and swished her bloody fingers around in the water. She held the button and put her palm into the stream of water and scrubbed it awkwardly with her fingers. Sam stared intently, trying not to get the bandage wet.
Someone hissed through their teeth and put a hand on her shoulder. Sam couldn't help almost jumping out of her skin. "What happened?" She knew that voice.
She turned putting on her best fake smile. "I cut my thumb on the top of my locker door."
Tucker looked at her hand for a moment and then looked back at her face. "That doesn't look pleasant."
Sam laughed, it sounded hollow to her but if Tucker caught it he wasn't acting like it. Tucker grinned back at him. "You look like you're in a better state of mind."
"Yeah." If only you knew, Tuck, if only you knew, Sam thought wistfully. And for once the voice laughed with her and not at her.
We are officially half way through the story. Yeah! And I have to say, I am so happy that people like this story. When I posted it I honestly thought I was writing it just to get the idea out of my head. So as always huge thanks to my reviewers: style, q.t, Spice of Life, TinyXchamp, saikyo:the youkai priestess, Brittany Miller, and RainbowSerenity. It is a good day there is finally a new Danny Phantom Episode! Danny in Therapy! LOL.