Okay, the highly anticipated 2nd Chapter! Now we can find out what happens to our poor Sam! It doesn't look good... Anyway, I'm going to put this in paragraphs upon request from my wonderful reviewers. All characters except Carrie and a few others belong to Butch Hartman. The kick-butt Green Day owns the song (and I totally got to see them in concert!)
Chapter 2
Now I think I'm sick and I wanna go home.
Sam didn't move. Only darkness enveloped her, suffocating, warm, deadly. Snow began once again to layer on her fallen body, and the people surrounding her bent down to brush it off. "Will she wake up? Come on, I need to know! Oh dear God, this is all my fault. If I'd only called her back..."
"Pull yourself together! Give her time, she'll awaken, just you wait." The blonde haired woman standing next to the man frowned, then kneeled down to Sam's side. She pressed her ear to Sam's chest and then announced "Her heart is still beating at a normal rate. Look, she's still with us, she's starting to shiver. Somebody get me that blanket over there." A person out of the crowd walked to the back and got an cheap blanket sitting on one of the sales racks of the rest stop building. "She's waking up, she's waking up!" came excited cheers from the crowd. Some jumped up and down. The dark-haired man looked toward her, but remained still and quiet. "Give 'er some space dangit!" the blonde shouted, making sharp, quick motions with her hands, shooing them all backwards. "Sammi, Sammi can you here me?"
Sam's amethyst eyes fluttered, not really opening but fluttering. The man's heart was in his throat. He wanted to hug the strong, brave goth girl, tell her how sorry he was, but he restrained himself. Have some self control! he scolded himself. Sam's eyes continued to flutter, but opening up slightly this time. Sam could smell mud and sweat and dirt and cigarettes as she awoke. People surrounded her, strangers, some friends. She recognized the beaming face of Carrie immeadiately. The man rushed over, pushing Carrie out of the way. "Hey! Why you little-" Carrie paused, seeing how much he was truly wanting to be by Sam. Love. she thought to herself How cute they are together. "Sam, Sam, wake up, it's me Danny!" That sugar sweet voice, that beautiful voice. It can only belong to one person, thought Sam One once young, happy boy named Daniel Fenton! She snapped awake, as if re-entering reality from a long trance. "Is it really...you? Come to me Danny! Stay by me, don't leave!" She reached out a pale hand, long nails painted in diagonal stripes of white and black. A single bloody gash showed part of where she'd been hit by that nightmare vehicle. Danny grabbed her, asked her if shecould stand up, to which she replied "I think." How long had he waited to see that angelic little face? Danny wondered. How long had it been since his last kisses had befallen those beautiful lips, now covered in lipstick so red it could be his own blood? How long?
"20 years, Danny. We've been apart 20 long years. But I'm here now, so help me up!" He gathered his strength and pulled her. She only giggled, a girlish, childish giggle, her whiter than normal cheeks turning a rosy red. He had seized her spirits whole, brought back the memories. She saw them dancing in that field of white flowers, feeling the breeze in their hair, only theabandoned apartments of the outskirts of Amitygaining preview to their act. Not even Tucker or a parent to watch them, they were all alone.
It frightened Danny how Sam had read his thoughts, almost as if she'd been psychic. He looked around as Sam skipped, eyes only halfway open. "Danny, catch me!" she said, almost as if they were playing a children's game. When would she realize they were here, ina gas station in northeast Amity? A dozen or more people watched the act; Sam was still blissfully unaware. It was almost funny how delirious she was, remembering things that had never happened, people that didn't really exist, games they'd never played. It would have been funny, if it didn't mean Danny's ghost side was effecting her. Ever since Highschool Graduation, Danny had this certain side, different from his regular alter-ego. No, it was a third side, bred by tears and pain and loneliness. It had been born a killer, and Danny knew it's purpose. It had it out for Sam, almost as if she was a factor leading to his depression. If he couldn't get rid of it, Sam would be dead before Christmas. And the sad thing was, it wasn't that long untilChristmas. Less then a month, he guessed. He watched her in all her splendour, picking up a bottle of Pepsi as if it were a vial of potion, a wine of some sorts. She opened it, took a swig, acting as if she were drunk. "Danny, isn't it wonderful here?"
"Sam, we need to go home. Come on, Carrie, help me here." They grabbed her hands, but Sam refused to be led away. She stomped her foot like a stubborn child. "Can you not see the beauty of this place? Daniel Fenton, put me down!" Sam hammered Danny's chest, but he held her, princess carrying her to his beat up Ford Explorer. "Hey Sam, bet you don't remember this car." As if suddenly fully-consicious, she considered the vehicle, taking in the look of the rust, the weather-worn forest green paint. The same Mardi Gra beads and pine-tree shaped freshener hung from the rearview mirror, the same license plate with the letters PHTM464 on front and back. It still sported the same bumper stickers, Slipknot, 89.5 the View, Air Force... Air Force? She didn't recall that one, but she wasn't up to thinking about it. Soon Carrie walked out, as strangely dressed and everything as Sam could remember her. Seeing that Sam was consicious, she ran up and tackled her, almost scaring her with her shower of hugs and kisses. "Crud. Oh wow Carrie, never knew you liked me that way." Sam laughed "How's the drumming been going?" Carrie looked up. "Uhh, well, I guess." Sam saw she was lying, Carrie was a terrible liar. "Carrie, What's up?"
"Nothing."
"Carrie, come on, we both know that's not true. We've been best friends since how long? Tell me what it is."
"You'd kill me. It's something you wouldn't understand."
"Come on girl, of all the stupid things. How much crap have I kept quiet for you since I was 8?"
"It would kill you, okay? Not now, I'll talk to you later..."
"Carrie..." Sam said in an annoyed tone, rolling her eyes. "You know if I'm lying Sam.I swear on my soul I'll tell you later, but now's not a good time. But you have to promise you'll understand." Sam seemed to be even more annoyed "I will." Carrie stuck out her pinkie, and Sam resisted the urge to tell her they hadn't done that since the 5th Grade. Instead, she wrapped her finger around Carrie's stuck out one. "Okay, now, we're going out to get Sonic, because I'm starved."
"Sounds good." Sam followed Carrie and Danny into the car, taking a seat on the ripped upholstery. Same old trash and cd cases everywhere she remembered. Danny put the key in the ignition, and the radio clicked on. The clock said 6:04 pm. How long had she been asleep? She'd gotten to the city around 10:00 am, so it had been a long day. She picked up an old issue of Rolling Stone and looked at it. Man, he practically lived in this car.
Danny sighed, his breath coming up in wisps of just plain white smoke. He pushed the car forward. "Any objections to Sonic and a night at my place?"
"No." Said both girls in the front seat (ya, they were sharing a seat). "Just hurry because I really want a Chicken Strip Wrap!"
"Okay Sammi, I think China can hear you!" Carrie exclaimed, suddenly at ease. But she knew Danny wasn't. Oh Danny she thought Oh Danny, ifonly I hadn't come along. She thinks you are still hers, poor girl. Maybe if I just lie... no, that would never work. She can see right through you. If only there was some way to get rid of the fact...
(Danny thinking) Get rid of the fact I'm going to kill her, when I don't even want to.
Okay, finally, something that was pretty long. You guys better have liked it, it took me 2 hours. At least now I sort of have an idea where this is going. Thanx to this time's reviewers: TayloWolf, C.E. Hobbit, Aqua91, the sleep warrior, and last but not least, Darth Hawk 32. I love getting the reviews, keep them coming! Hopefully I'll get to update soon.- Love the wonderful Mistress Amity.
