Beyond Life and Death

I don't own Danny Phantom.

Hi everyone, this is DarkVyse88 if you didn't know all ready. I would like to thank all those who read my other Danny Phantom FF, Goodbye to You. I know that the ending surprised a few of you, but I think we can have the sequel give it a whole new outcome.

Humanbeings have lived on this planet for millions of years. Over that course, we have evolved into a race that have answered many questions. However, there is one universal question that still remains unanswered: What lies after human life after it has expired. Religious groups speak of paradises where we live with all those who have also die. Some speak of becoming reincarnated into a new from based on how we preformed in the past. Some say we just don't go anywhere, just rot in the ground. This question has lead to many heated debates. Humanity's true path to the next life does still elude many. No one can factor what the truth really is. Still, it remains. Are humans destined for an another life or to nothing?

Chapter 1: Teetering

Time has based swiftly in Amity City. It seemed only yesterday that Danny Phantom had brought Vlad to his end. However, Danny lost his life as well, along with three others. The population questioned how Inviso-Bill, the name given to Danny's ghost alias, has murdered these people along with a millionaire from Wisconsin. The Fentons, however, managed to cover it up. They said that Bill took Vlad hostage due to his messing around wrongly in his domain. Danny, knowing Vlad from a reunion, tracked down the ghost kid. After having a killing spree, he meet Danny at the football field to give him Vlad. The Fentons tried, but failed as a possessed Vlad shot Danny and then Vlad would later die of a heart attack. Inviso-Bill's whereabouts then became unknown. It pained the Fenton's to lie about their son's deeds, but it was the only way to not bring about suspicion. Luckily, it was bought. The Fentons and Danny's friends could now go back to their lives. For one person, however, that just wouldn't be easy.

Samantha was sitting crossed legged on her bed. Her gaze was blank as it steered off right at the far wall. On the wall in front of her was a calendar. And on it was the day circled in red. March 5. One year it had been. One year since that day. And tomorrow, it would be the anniversary of Danny's death. She remembered it all too well. Running to the football field in his pullover. Getting hit by Vlad. Waking up to see Danny's face. Holding Danny in her arms. Those joyful memories didn't fill her with joy as the bad memories then plagued her. The three bangs of Vlad's pistol. Danny reeling against her and falling back. The blood seeping from his back and from his mouth. Then, his body going limp…

She lowered her head as tears swelled up in her eyes and began to drop on her sheets.

(Why did he have to go? I loved him) she thought. That same night, she had admitted it. She told Danny that the feelings of love she had tried to block out were true. She didn't know then whether Danny loved her or not, but it was still okay to try. He told her he did love her. And where she was, in her room, she had shared her first kiss with the only person she cared so deeply about. But, what was it worth know? She couldn't spend the rest of her life with him. She could tell him over and over that she loved him. She could feel him or kiss him. He died long ago. And still, she had strong feelings for him.

It was these feelings that had made the past year so difficult. She became a recluse after the incident. She pretty much severed all contact with Tucker, Jazz, and the Fentons. Other then the occasional questions about school, she stayed away from them at school. She never took phone calls or E-mail. She avoided all possible human contact. Just Danny's death all together was a blow to her. Just two months ago, her parents walked in on her almost committing suicide. They sent her to a three-week clinic for help.

(I hated it there) she thought. (Those instructors don't know a thing about losing a person you just realized you loved with all your heart. I may be fifteen, but I know this is true love. And now that Danny's gone…)

She then suddenly bolted up from her bed. She walked over to her dresser and opened up the top drawer. She opened it to look upon her desired item. It was Danny's hoody. The one he kept forgetting. The one she had worn when she was with him for the last few minutes of his life. She lifted it up and placed it against her face. It still retained that warm feeling to it. Danny's warmth. She was the only one who could really feel his presence in this article of clothing. It was her only reminder of Danny and their friendship that would have been something even more.

She then looked back into the drawer, still holding the hoody with one hand, and reached back into the dresser. Out of it she now pulled a razor; the only one her parents didn't take from her. They must have missed it. Of course, Sam wasn't going to let them. She let the hoody drop and focused her attention on the razor. She ran her gaze up and down the sharpened blade. She slid her index finger along it and looked back at it. A small cut had now appeared and was showing a small drop of blood. And how much would spill if moved along the wrist?

(I can't do it.) She thought.

So what? Her brain thought of how she nearly got away with it once. The method of suicide just seemed like the goal line at the end of a racetrack. The only way to be with Danny. Of course, she heard about suicide. Some people said that you go to hell for committing it. She thought she might go where Danny was. But was she going to get special privileges because she wants to be with her love? Yeah, you and pretty much millions of other victims. Her brain thinking this was like getting a straight up insult. Was suicide the right way to go or to just spend her life rotting away? She still held the razor and pondered the question as her bedroom door then opened.

Chapter 2 is coming soon.