A/N: Back once again!

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Chapter 11: June 4, 2010

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He didn't know what to do. They had told him their plan, knowing he wouldn't be able to stop them. Unfortunately, they were right. Their plan was pure evil, too.

He just couldn't remember it.

That was part of their plan… he thought. He wasn't entirely sure about it. Forget it, he wasn't entirely sure about anything! All he knew was his first name, Danny. Of course, he wasn't even sure about that, seeing how often Dan Phantom called him Sam.

Vlad Plasmius wasn't any better, especially with his Room. His Room was also called the torture chamber, but Danny didn't remember that. He only knew it as The Room of Total Pain, Torment, Torture, and Ridicule, or just The Room. Either way, every time Danny went in, he came out with more scars, burns, and bruises.

Danny sighed, rolling over on the cot and nearly falling off. He had to get out somehow, but how? No one knew where he was because he was stupid enough to run away. His friends would be looking for him, but they don't know where he was last. He should've known that Plasmius and Dan would've found him no matter where he was.

They were just creepy like that.

Danny just wished he had something to do, something to break the monotony, something like… a hobby. A hobby would be verygood for him right now. He'd tried singing, but he just got beaten harder by them for it. He'd tried writing, but they thought the scribbles on the ground were coded escape plans.

So, he drew. He drew everything he could remember. He drew trees, animals, even people. Especially her. His Mystery Girl. MG. The only girl for him.

He thinks. He wasn't entirely sure of their relationship. For all he knew, she could be his sister! Or a best friend, or something…. He wouldn't want to ruin their friendship by being rejected. Then, they'd feel awkward around each other. But, if she felt the same way….

Danny shook his head. How could he be thinking of that? Especially in here. He must've been hit in the head too many times, to be thinking of an imaginary love-life!

I mean, he thought, so what if she's pretty? There are other girls out there! So what if she's the most beautiful girl I've ever met? I'll find someone else! So what if she's the only thing keeping me going? Someone else is sure to be able to make me feel that way, too! So what if she's the only one I've ever really loved? I've got hormones! …At least, I think I still do…. He sighed.

Who am I kidding? I can't live without her! The thought of her alone is the only thing keeping me alive. But what if I can't make it out? What if I never find her? What if--what if she gives up hope in me coming back? What if she doesn't love me anymore? What if… she found another guy to replace me…? Danny cried, curled up in a ball on the cot. That one thought alone brought him more pain than a thousand of Plasmius' and Phantom's beatings.

Several states away, a black-haired, violet-eyed girl was sobbing in her bed, thinking about the boy who left her a year and two months ago. No one had seen him since, but she hadn't given up in him. Everyone around her thought she had the thought that she'd wake up one morning to see him outside on her doorstep, waiting for her. What no one knew was that she had found a note from him. It had taken awhile to find it, but she had. It explained why he had to leave, and why he wouldn't be back… at least, not soon. It also finally said the one thing she had been the most upset about him not saying. It said good bye. The thing he hadn't said when he left. She had read the note so many times, she had it memorized.

But one thing it said still upset her. The reason why he left. It wasn't because someone was chasing him. It wasn't because he needed to get away. It wasn't because he had gotten a death threat. It was because he had gotten a death threat for her. He had been told that unless he left, she would be killed. He couldn't bare the thought, so he left. He ran away. He left his home, his friends, his family… and her. And all that explained his disappearance was a small, handwritten, tear-speckled, painful note.

And she had it.

She never told anyone. Not even her friends, the only people still looking for him. She knew where he was, but couldn't tell them. If they knew, they'd drag him back here, and if they did, the threat would probably come true. Then, he'd blame himself, and they'd probably never see him again, anyway. He'd probably kill himself because of his guilt.

She sighed. Why did nothing ever go right? He never had a simple life, even before the accident. He was constantly being picked on, bullied, and beaten up. Now, everything had increased. More being picked on, more bullyings, more getting beaten up. It drove all of them crazy, but no one realized it would come to this. Two lives at stake, one run away, and three terrified for what would happen to him. None of them knew where he was, except her.

Because she had the letter. The one letter that explained everything. The one letter that said what she had been longing to hear. The one letter that was tearing her and her world apart piece by piece because of the things she knew but couldn't tell others.

The one letter that explained why Danny Fenton had doomed himself to die.

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LYRICS

Don't know where you are Wish I just could be near you I would sail oceans To get a glimpse of how you feel You're all the things I'm looking For everything and so much more

What I think You are just perfect Could it be That I am worth it Is this thing an open door Walk right through to something more You and me My life would change in a second In a second

Don't know how you feel You seem to keep it to yourself Would you climb mountains To show me this is something real You're all the things I'm looking For everything and so much more

What I think You are just perfect Could it be That I am worth it Is this thing an open door Walk right through to something more You and me My life would change in a second In a second

Could it be Could it be You and me You and me Do I see Do I see Clearly

What I think You are just perfect Could it be That I am worth it Is this thing an open door Walk right through to something more What I think You are just perfect Could it be That I am worth it Is this thing an open door Walk right through to something more You and me My life would change in a second In a second

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A/N: Okay, short, sad, and to the point. Any one confused yet:sees multiple raised hands: Thought so. Well, hopefully next chappy will clear things up. My problem: it breaks my pattern! Up until now, each chapter was June/August/April 4, in that order! But next chappy is August 5! Oh, well. It had to be broken sooner or later. Well, before this gets too long…. BYES, y'all!

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Sneak Peek

"Well," Sam said slowly, staring at everyone as he spoke, "that was… odd."

Everyone laughed, and Jazz sang, "Understatement!" Suddenly, Sam, Jazz, and Tucker stopped. They exchanged sad glances with each other.

"What's wrong?" the artist asked.

"… Danny… used to say that," Jazz said quietly, looking at her feet. After only knowing the three for one day, Sam could already tell that keeping quiet was one thing they normally did not do.

"…Well, you guys were going to see the exhibit, I suppose," Sam said, trying to get the trio's minds off their missing friend.

"Actually," the reporter replied, "I need to get an interview with you for the Amity Park Angle." Sam Anthony froze.

"You're a… reporter?" he croaked out.

"Yeah, why?"

Sam blushed, and Kay took that as her cue to… spill the story to everyone.

"The last girl he tried to date was a reporter."

"Kay…" Sam threatened.

"It didn't go too well," she continued, side-stepping Sam.

"Kay…"

"She was actually using him to get a raise."

"KAY!" This time, Jon, Leo, and Nick had joined Sam in the threat.

"Excuse us a minute," Sam said, grabbing Kay's arm and dragging her away. Nick followed.

"What were you thinking?" Nick asked.

"Do you comprehend the meaning of 'too much info' or are you just too ignorant to care?" Sam continued, face red in anger rather than embarrassment.

"Sorry," Kay said defensively, "but you're gonna have to tell her sometime, you know."

"…What did Fate tell you now?" Sam asked, somewhat exasperated.

Kay smiled happily, "Can't say."

Sam sighed. He just wanted to know what was going on!