Hey again guys! Another chapter… So soon, lol. Yea, kinda had the time lately… although I should be typing other stories… but oh well… I feel in the mood to type this one…. Anyhow… here goes nothing!

I felt along the edge of the key, staring down at it, trying to remember its use. It never had a use really, Danny had never talked about it before. The mystery behind it was one I didn't know, but I knew I was to find out soon…

"Sam, get up, time to pack your bags and head home!" I heard my 'helper' call through the door, and I jumped out of bed immediately. It was my last few moments here, the week had already gone by, and I was finally ready to go home, and escape this torture.

"You seem happy today," she smiled at me, as she closed the door behind me.

"Yeah, who wouldn't be happy to get out of here?" I laughed, and for the first time, I was being nice to her, which felt kind of odd, but I was ready to set a good example before I left.

"Well, it isn't that everyone is happy every case. Sometimes this place does comfort people, and makes it hard for them to leave, ya know?"
"Maybe… but not in my case, I can't wait to get home, and see Da…"

"Huh?"

"Danny… the pictures in my room, I have been dying to see him again, ya know?"

"Ah, you just be careful, Ok? Remember, try and stay calm about it?"

"Yes, I know," I said, half-confident of myself, since I knew there were chances of me crying to death, but I didn't care, home was home. Finding a nice comfortable spot to lay down to let my sorrow out might do me some good.

"You don't sound to sure of yourself hun," she said, turning to me, stopping me in my tracks, her pale eyes looking into mine.

"Yea, I'm sure of myself," I said, although I knew I wasn't. Anything could happen once I started to see my home again, and explore things Danny and I had explored so many times before.

"All right, your mother is here, I hope not to see you again, unless we run into each other somewhere," she smiled, and I returned it lightly, but not exactly 'happy' anymore, since I really couldn't be happy anymore.

I pretty much ran out of the door, and turned around one last time to look back at the place, but didn't say my farewells to anyone, or anything around there.

"Hey Sammy," my mom said, as I hopped into the car next to her. She leaned over and hugged me, and normally I would have pushed away, but hey, I hadn't seen her in a long time. I could see her eyes were watery, as she was about to cry, but I wasn't about to, not yet. I had been gone for a week, and she was sad about it, although I don't think it was because of how long I was gone. She was crying purely because I was there in the first place.

"Hey mom, I'm fine," I said, finally shoving her off of me, and she looked at me one last time, and then turned to get the car started.

"You have fun?" She asked me once she was settled, and we were on the road.

"No, I didn't," I said, holding the key in my hand again, staring out the window, awaiting my return home.

"What's that?" She asked me, noticing me fumbling with the key.

"Nothing," I said, and stuck it back down my shirt where it was hidden.

"You learn anything? Think you will be better?"

"I dunno, we will wait and find out," I mumbled, getting butterflies in my stomach now, wondering how it would be like to be back home again. Whether or not I was going to be 'all better' or not, I knew. I was never going to recover, the scars would lie within me forever, and may stay hidden above, and beneath the surface. No matter what people did to make me forget, or did to make me feel better, that little urge inside of me would be saying things will never be all right, and that it WAS my fault for what had happened to Danny. I had seen him though, and hadn't freaked out too much, but what happens when I'm home? That didn't seem like Danny to me, but everything back and home would most likely seem like him, remind me of him, no matter how hard I tried to push it away.

"What do you mean by that hun?" She asked me.

"Home will be different without him," I sighed, and I could already feel tears behind my eyes. I held them in though, trying to prevent from my mom getting worried about me.

"Tucker was looking for you," she said, trying to brighten my day up, but that didn't make me any happier.

"Oh? Why?"

"He hasn't seen you, I didn't tell him where you went though. I figured that was something for you to tell people if you wanted to."

"Thanks," I said, and didn't really want to hang around Tucker, I wanted to be alone for a while. Tucker would make me remember Danny to much, because we wouldn't have even been friends if it wasn't for Danny.

"He is actually at our house right now," she smiled, and I forced a smile on my face, but I didn't want him there. I wanted to get home, and be alone for a while, but now I had to return to Tucker, like that was what I wanted.

"Why?"

"Because, I told him you were coming back, he hasn't seen you in a while hun, it has been about a month," she told me seriously, as though it was a big deal that I wasn't hanging out with him.

We turned the corner, where a big sign said 'Welcome to Amity Park'. I shrunk down in my seat, looking out the window at the familiar buildings passing by. I was waiting to see Danny's house though, even though I knew I shouldn't want to see it. Of course though, my mom took another road, to avoid passing by his home, which made my heart sink fast. Oh well, Tucker and I could walk down there maybe…

When we arrived at my house, Tucker and my dad were standing on the porch, and I smiled weakly at them, and lifted up my hand to wave lightly.

"Sam!" Tucker shouted, as I hopped out of the car, and he ran up to me, faster than I had ever seen him run before.

"Hey Tucker," I said shortly, and tried to get around him.

"You have to talk," he said, not paying attention to my not wanting a thing to do with him at the moment. It hadn't been a month like my mom said, I had seen Tucker not to long ago…

Standing there looking at his still body made the tears build up fast in my eyes. The thought of him getting buried, for me to never see him again made things at their worst.

"Danny, why did you have to leave me?" I cried out, setting my hand on his chest, not caring about the stillness in him. Although he was dead, my thoughts for him stayed alive forever. I looked softly at his face, his eyes closed, as though he was just sleeping, but I knew sure enough that wasn't the case at all. It was more difficult than loosing anything else, if I could have anyone else in the world die for him, I would have. Even if I had to die, I would rather him live, but I couldn't do that, and I knew it.

"Hey Sam," I heard Tucker say, coming up behind me. I whirred around fast to see him, but then I turned away, my vision blurry from the tears. My eyes were puffy, and hurt from wiping away the tears over and over again, and I knew that I couldn't have been at my best looking.

"You gonna be Ok?" He asked me, setting his hand on my shoulder. Of course I wasn't going to be Ok! But, I said nothing, just continued my staring at my hero, who was stiller than anything I had ever seen. Except for his hair, that blew slightly in the wind, as of we were outside, ready to bury him. My mom wanted to get out of there before I watched him go, but I had to do my share to Danny, and stay with him all the way.

"Sam, you really should get going," Tucker said concerned, in a tone of voice I had never heard out of him before. He too was sad, and I could tell that he too had shed some tears. My parents even had cried, maybe for me, but I knew it was mostly for the loss of Danny. It was affecting a lot of people, Jazz Maddie, Jack, and I more than anyone else though.

"You know Sam, I think you are more upset than Danny's own family!" Tucker said astonishingly, and I just sighed, and continued to stare at Danny, trying to get rid of the words Tucker was saying, and remember Danny more than anything.

"Can you even talk?"

"Yes…" I cried, not able to say much more than that, and even Tucker could sense the pain in me, I couldn't stand being around Danny like this, watching his still body just lay there, but thinking about him moving. He was alive, that is what I continued to think, but that wasn't at all true, that was everything but the truth.

"Ah, Samantha, You here to see your little boyfriend?" I heard that horrible voice… the one I hated so much, say behind me. I spun around, and saw Vlad standing there, looking at me with a smile across his face. How could he? This was anything but human to think that him killing someone was something to enjoy.

"You fucking asshole," I shouted at him, and lunged at him to attack, but Tucker grabbed me, holding me back from doing so.

"Oh, you a bit moody today?" He asked me, still with that wicked smile on his face, one I would never forget.

"You are a fucking weirdo! How can you be smiling? You sick little…"
"Sam, what are you doing?" I heard my mom say, and take ahold of my hand, pulling me away from Vlad even farther than Tucker had.

"He killed him! He was the one that did it!" I shouted, tears dropping to the floor below me. I leaned over, trying to catch a breath, I could hardly breath from yelling, and crying so much.

"Sam, now don't blame him for killing Danny. He fell hun, there is nothing you can do about it, it isn't anyone else's fault, it was Danny who was clumsy."

"What the fuck are you talking about? How can you tease him like that? Do you think he would on purposely fall off of a bridge? Someone caused it!"

"Sam, settle down," she said, "I am so sorry."

"Oh, not a problem," Vlad commenced, then turned around, to go look at Danny.

"Let me go," I told my mom, mad at her now too, and I walked up to the coffin next to Vlad, who was looking at him as though it was some kind of joke.

"Sam, we're getting out of here," my mom said, dragging me away, and I could feel my heart burning up, as I was pulled away from Danny, the one person I cared for more than anyone else…

"Tucker, there is nothing to talk about," I said, and looked down at the ground, and watched a tear splash against the ground.

"Ok Sam, we need to go over to Danny's house, Ok?" He asked me, and I looked up to him.

"There is no more Danny, Tucker."

"I know… but Jazz has something to give to you," he smiled at me, and I looked up at him, curiously.

"We're gonna get going, Ok mom?" I asked, and she nodded, and I caught up to Tucker, who was already walking down the street.

"What is it?" I asked him, wanting to know, before I went to Danny's house, and drowned myself in tears.

"I don't know, she just said she needed to see you," he shrugged, and kept on walking.

When Danny's house came into sight, I stopped dead in my tracks, and turned around to walk away, but I felt Tucker's hand on my arm.

"Come on Sam," he said gently, and I turned around hesitantly, but proceeded, slowly approaching Danny's home.

Knocking on the door to his house, reminded me of doing it before. I knocked once, but then pulled away fast, thinking of Danny coming to the door, but instead, Jazz opened the door, and smiled at me. She wrapped her arms around me, giving me a friendly hug, and I smiled up at her.

"Sam, you Ok?" Jazz asked me, and I nodded weakly, knowing that inside that house was memories, and tons of them.

"Come on in, Tucker, you mind staying out?" Jazz asked him, and he shrugged, not seeming to care much. When I stepped foot in there, I looked at the stairs, and could see Danny running down them, ready to go out with me somewhere, and I closed my eyes, shoving away the visions from my mind. Opening them back up, I saw the stairs blank, and proceeded with Jazz by my side. We started to walk up the stairs, and I ran my hand across the railing slowly, as I walked up it, looking down the stairs, and all over the floor below me.

"Ok, can you stand being in his room? Because… I wanted to give you some of his stuff," Jazz said softly, in a kind tone.

"Yes, I can," I swallowed hard, and we continued. She pushed the door open, and I looked in, to see the room not messy as it had been before. The bed was still ruffled from when Danny had last laid in it, and I walked over to it.

"Go ahead," Jazz said, nodding. I sat down on it, feeling the top of the blankets, remembering Danny and I, and how we used to sit on the ledge, and I was sitting in the same spot I always had. I looked next to me, and saw Danny, and it actually was him. I looked at him after blinking, his form still there.

"Danny?"

"Yes Sammy, I told you I would come back," he said softly, and set an arm on my shoulder.

"But… I had seen you at the hospital?"
"No… you couldn't have…"

"But… I did…" I said, tears lining the bottom of my eyes, ready to over-flow any second now. I looked over at the door, and Jazz was no longer around.

"No Sam… you didn't," He said, looking confused, and I could tell he was telling the truth. Was that all in my imagination?

"Danny, It's really you!" I said muffled from crying, and I hugged him tightly, his body feeling the same as it always had. He was real, this was no imagination at all. His warm, thin body in my arms felt so good, and as he returned the hug, I couldn't imagine being in a better place.

"I told you I would come back for you Sam, and I wasn't going to lie…" He said, as he disappeared from my arms instantly. I searched for him again frantically, that wasn't long enough, I needed to hold him longer, but he was gone, where was he? I needed him back!

"Sam, you Ok?" Jazz asked me, holding something in her hands.

"Yes," I said, as I sat back down on the bed, not searching for him anymore. This wasn't imaginary though, he was there, I could feel him.

"Here," she said, a necklace landing in my hands. It was glass, in the shape of a heart, that was shaded purple. There was a dust inside of it, and I looked up at her expectantly.

"Yes, we got Danny cremated, I got that done for you," she said, her eyes starting to get watery too, but she pulled back the tears, a lot more easily than I could.

"But… he was in a coffin and all?"
"We changed our minds," she shrugged, and then I looked down at the glass necklace, and turned it slowly, watching the ashes move about inside the heart. I was holding him in my own hands right now…

"Thank you so much Jazz!" I said, hugging her for the gift, and she hugged me back lightly. I looked around his room, everything picked up, and set into neat piles.

"Oh… and Sam, you can take his blankets, they haven't been touched since he was here, so, you might want them," she said, reading my mind, since I wanted them so badly, never to wash them again.

"There are three bags over there, filled with stuff for you also, Tucker can help you cart them away."

"Thanks," I said, picking up the blankets, folding them gently, as though trying to preserve them. I ran outside, and returned with Tucker, who took 2 of the bags for me. They were garbage bags, stuffed to the top, so it was a lot of stuff.

Once we were out of the house, Tucker looked at me.

"You took his blanket?"

"Don't worry about it," I said, holding the blanket close to my chest, the bag resting on top of it.

"These bags are heavy! How much stuff did they need to give to ya?"

"I dunno, but look at this," I said, pulling the heart necklace out from under my shirt, and Tucker looked at it confused.

"He was cremated Tucker," I explained, and Tucker looked embarrassed from not knowing that in the first place. I laughed, for the first time in so long, but it was a short, quick laugh, not much of one, but I was shocked to have heard myself laugh.

"Oh, and Tucker, I do have something to tell you when we get back to my house," I said to him, and noticed we were at my house in no time. My mom got the door, and looked at all the stuff I was carrying.

"Sam, no, you can't have that stuff," she said, taking the bags from Tucker.

"What are you talking about?" I hollered at her, and Tucker looked at me as though 'here we go again' remembering the fight I had with Vlad before.

"You are supposed to be avoiding any of you Danny junk for a few more months still, until you get over him, nothing of his should be around you. I shouldn't be needing to worry about you anymore than I have to," she told me sternly, but I wasn't going to give in like that.

"Mom, this isn't junk! You can't take it away from me! You never can!" I cried, and she looked as though she couldn't stand seeing another tear on my face.

"Fine, go through it tonight, and I will take it from you tomorrow, and return it in a few months," she said, as though that was going to cut it.

"No, I get to keep it," I said, and she sighed and just pointed for us to proceed to my room, and I smiled at her happily, since I knew she wasn't going to be able to keep it away from me.

When I entered my room, I started to shiver, noticing how cold it was compared to the rest of the house.

"It's freezing in here," I shook, as I dropped the bag on the floor, and wrapped myself up in Danny's blanket. His smell was still on it, and I stuck my nose to the blanket, taking the smells of it in. He was still here all right…

"Wow… it is cold in here, I wonder why?"
"I don't know…" I said, but I remembered that ghosts could cause the room to get cold. I ignored that thought though, because for now, I wanted to get into normal clothes. I opened up one of my drawers, and there was no clothes in it, just a black and purple dress, one I had never worn before in front of people. I opened up another, and there was also nothing, but a different dress. Then, when I opened up the bottom drawer, Danny's clothes were in there, his pants, and shirts.

"Ok, who is sick enough to do this?" I cried again, after I had just recovered from crying. Tucker walked over to the dresser and saw what was in here, and he gulped hard.

"Wow… I don't know."

"And this," I said, showing him the dress above it. It was a dress I had worn on mine and Danny's first date with each other.

"I wore that on a date with Danny," I said, now mad, instead of sad.

"What about that one?" He asked, about the first dress.

"Danny had always bugged me to wear it, but I never had," I said, and felt bad for not doing so now.

"Then… what happened to your old clothes?" He asked me, and I shrugged. I looked up on the top of my dresser, where I had stuck my bracelets at, and luckily, they were still in their place. I looked at my wrists, the cuts still there, and I slipped them on over the top to cover them up again.

"Sam… did I see what I thought I saw?" Tucker asked, reaching for the bracelets, and I turned away from him.

"What did you see?"
"You… you cut your wrists?"
"Yes, maybe I did," I said, and I kept my face hidden from him.

"Why?"

"Because… it feels good," I said truthfully.

"You aren't going to do it again, are you?"
"I dunno, maybe…"

"Sam, you had better not. Think about what Danny would want, he wouldn't want you to get hurt," he said to me, and I turned around to give him an evil look.

"Stop talking about Danny, Ok?"
"Yeah, whatever, but be more careful, Ok?"

"Yea, whatever."

I looked in my closet where all my dresses had been, and it was all pink clothes.

"My mother did this…"

"Sam, I don't think she would stick Danny's clothes in your drawer," he said, looking in the closet from behind me.

"Your right… but what in the hell is this all about then? She had to have put the pink clothes in my closet!"

"Who says she did? She knows how much that would hurt you."

"Sometimes, I think she wants to hurt me. Maybe she wants me to go back to that horrible place…"
"What are you talking about?" Tucker asked, his curiosity rising.

"I went to a psychologist, Ok?"

"Wow… a nut house?"

"NO!"

"Yes you did… how was it?"
"Tucker… I knew you were going to act this way, that is why I never tell you anything."

"Ok… Ok…"

"Well, you can get out of here, I want to be alone for a while," I said, trying to get him to leave.

"Fine, talk to ya tomorrow?"

"Maybe."

"Bye," he sighed, and walked out of my room.

I turned to the bags, but then to my dresser. The dress in the first drawer, I pulled out, and decided that was what I was going to wear. I slipped my clothes off, and stuck the dress on. I walked to my door, where a mirror was attached to the back, and looked at myself in it. It was tight on my, fitting my small frame perfectly. It was all black, with a purple, sparkly wave going all the way down on one side on the front. It was strapless, and went down to my feet, but it was still a Goth look, so I didn't care about it being long.

"I'm wearing it now Danny," I said, expecting him to come. I sat down on the ground next to the bags, and opened one of them up. There was a piece of paper sitting on the top, and I pulled it out.

Dear Sam,

I know how hard it has been since I have left you, but I kept my promise. Never would I leave you, but you don't have me yet. The journey ahead of you, we will work together in, for us to be together, but for now we are parted, short visits only. The dream I had sent to you, was one of much use. He looks like me, and he is out there, but it isn't me at all. What you might ask he is? Maybe a copy… maybe an evil twin. I have no idea either, but I know he is around, and he is trying to get to you first. The key I have given you is there for a use, and it will be used to free me forever. The powder too, you must keep to yourself, never let any of them get ahold of it. I hope you understand what this is all about now. The long road to finding me again, keeping me for good isn't going to be easy. They all want to lock me up for good Sam, and if they catch me, they can. But… that key is to my door, they have one too. You can free me, if I am to be locked up, I cannot die though, keep that in your mind, As long as you have the key, you hold all the powder. My room is #386, you can find it when you need to. I may be out, I may be in, but you can never tell. I will explain more later. The ghost zone is a crazy, mixed up world, but I can escape, if you are willing to help?

-Danny Fenton-

PS: Don't forget my eyes.

I looked at the note again, reading it two times, trying to get it all in me. That wasn't Danny I had seen before at the hospital? There was a fake of him too? And then his eyes… what was that all about? I was soon to find out all of this though…

Ok… if anyone is confused about anything, just ask, and I can give you answers, as long as the answers have nothing to do with the story, giving away anything, and stuff like that. Oh and how much of ya like Memory Blank? It rocked out loud! Lol. I will update again soon everyone!