Imaginary
Summary: Everything has a consequence now Sam has to learn to live with hers. All Danny can do is hope it doesn't kill her.
Rating: PG-13 for mature themes and language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does. And I don't own Imaginary, Evanescence does.
Chapter Two
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming.
Danny fell back onto his bed. It had been a long day and he was sure he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. And if he couldn't sleep there would be know way Sam could. There had been absolutely no point to him going he sat in the waiting room for fifteen minutes till some nurse called the name that Sam's file was under. Than he had got to sit with her for five minutes while they explained the three tests they were going to do and then shoved him out in the waiting room.
Danny scoffed as he rolled over onto his side. 'Ashley Doe.' Sam didn't even look like an Ashley. She looked like a Sam, he thought crankily. Ashley was one of those overly happy girl names that nothing ever went wrong a day in their life. Ashley's were cheerleaders or models or valedictorians. Not people like Sam.
He had sat in the waiting room for an hour and during this staring at all the other people's faces in the waiting room he realized that stuff like this happened. He had never really thought about it before. Before it was always a statistic that they used in class to scare them away from sex. It had never really occurred to him that this ruined lives. That girls lives were ruined because of this. Boyfriends really did beat girls over getting pregnant when they didn't have a choice in a matter.
His mind traveled back to something Sam had told them when they were waiting at the center the night Sam tried to end her life. He had said something about not being able to live without her and she had answered offhandedly, "One death is a tragedy, a million people dying is a statistic."
She was right. It had always just been easier to think of them as a statistic. But something clicked in him when he almost lost her. Human life was becoming less and less meaningful. How many times had he glanced over at the paper at breakfast and seen that someone was beaten, assaulted and murdered? He never stopped to think about the person it happened to.
That was some ones sister, daughter, girlfriend, or best friend. It was someone else's 'Sam', somebody's 'Jazz'. They had friends, families, hopes and dreams. Then someone comes along and shatters them and then scatters the pieces. He wondered how many girls had gone through this, but for them there was no savior. There was no one who showed up and took their hand and led them out. He thought about how close he had been to Sam being one of them.
It almost made him choke. Sam could have been the one who died and no one would have batted an eye. Sam didn't deserve that. Sam didn't deserve any of what she was going through. It was at that moment he vowed that he would do anything in his power to make this easier for Sam. He had no idea what the promise was going to end up costing him.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The phone ringing jarred him awake. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked to the right at the clock. The sun shone into his room, but not as bright as early morning should be. 10:42 blazed back in bright red at him as his phone continued to ring. He grabbed it.
Pushing the talk button he pressed it to his ear with his shoulder, running both hands through his hair and then pulling at his face. "Hello?"
He heard sniffling on the other end of the line and his heart stopped. "Danny," the voice was broken and horse but he knew instantly who it was.
"Sam," he said, sitting straight up. "What's wrong."
There was a long pause. It wasn't exactly silence you could hear Sam gasping for air between sobs. "The-they called. About, about ten," she took a long gasp. "thirty."
He didn't even need her to continue. He felt everything inside him go cold. It was almost like how he felt when he went ghost. But this was worse. This one wouldn't go away in a few seconds. "Oh, Sam. I'm sorry. Oh God, if there is anything I can do."
"No," she sniffled. "It's my," another gap, "problem. Just thought…you'd want to know." She sobbed.
"Do you want me to come over?" He asked gently. Sam went quiet, "Let me rephrase that, I'm coming over. I'll be there in about five minutes alright." He crossed to his dresser.
"Sam?"
"Sorry, forgot you…can't see me nod. I'm so stupid." She tried to laugh cynically but it came out as a half sob.
He grabbed some socks and stood on one foot while he pulled one on. "Promise you won't do anything till I get there." Silence greeted him. "Sam, you're not going to hurt yourself, right?"
"I'm not going to kill myself." Her voice sounded flat and emotionless.
"But you're not going to hurt yourself," he repeated desperately. To Danny's utter horror he heard a small sob and the phone go click. "Sam? Sam!" He stood there for a moment till the faint beeping of the disconnected line reached his ears. He wrenched his head around and stared out his window towards Sam's house. "Oh no," he breathed.
Hola! Hope you liked it. I know it's shorter than I usually make my chapters but this felt right so I'm going with it. Let me know what you thought. And here are all my wonderful reviewers: Weeble Wobble Chic, Rieki, Spice of Life x2, Shadow Sakura, Moody Maud, RavenForever, Akiko, autumngold, Snow Owl Queen, Piezo, CoLdPLaYeR813, q.t a.k.a spice, lightning streak, Sakura Scout, and RainbowSerenity.
I wanted to address Snow Owl Queen's comment. I don't usually do this but this one struck me. I know that when your fourteen your period is just craziness man. Believe me been there, done that, not going back again. But I realized that and so if you look, Danny comments that it's been a month and a half. Technically timeline wise if you care to know it's been seven weeks. Just to let you know. :0) Thanks for bring it up though.