U guys are probably all thinking I am dead, lol. I know, it's been a LONG time, but I have been a little busy with school work and all, and I kinda… been doing other things online as well, talking and games and such, I took a little (long) vacation from here heehee.
This is the one, and the ONLY chapter that will be through Danny's POV on it all, it kinda goes and explains a lot about him, and what had been happening to him during the time we were spending with Sam. Although… I think I might make another chapter after it, since this one is more of Jazz, so there might be a couple of Chapters, but only 2 at the most with him as the pov holder :P
Chapter 9:
(Danny's POV)
I followed Sam up to the doorstep, as Sam knocked on the door. Her happiness of being with me was overwhelming though, compared to how I had seen her after my death, how miserable she seemed, and how… unlike her she had become. Yet everything was returning to her, as though I was the key, unlocking the door to all her happiness. Yet, I didn't feel, as though I was helping her, if it wasn't for me, she wouldn't have been harmed in the first place. But I had to mess up, I had to cause everything to turn around in her life, I ruined the one person in the world that mattered to me. Her whole world turned around, her whole world broken into pieces, because she loved me so much. Why did I have to be her friend? Why not someone else?
I loved being with her, I wouldn't have it any other way, but I felt as though I had destroyed her life, and I didn't want that, anything but that. Yes, I did die over her dying, but then again, in a way, maybe both of us dying would have been better? Either way, I feel guilty, or either way, it would make her miserable, although, I guess if we both died, we could have been with each other anyway.
"Sam, hello," my mom greeted her at the door, and allowed her to pass in. I felt uneasy as I followed her, and looked at my mothers undecided happiness. She looked as though she was run-down, my death wasn't exactly a thing to be happy about. She had a smile on her face, and there was a feeling that maybe everyone was getting over it all, although if any parent lost their 14-year-old, they wouldn't be in any right mind ready to recover in just a short while.
"Hey, is Jazz home?" She asked, after she had walked into the house. It was as though my mom counted Sam as part of the family in some odd manor, allowing her to just come in the house, as though it was normal after my death.
"Yes, she is upstairs, in… Danny's room, I believe," she sighed, a grieving sound when she stressed out my name. I had a look of despair on my face; I was saddened from bringing this upon my family, and friends.
"Thanks," Sam said, and just walked up the stairs, since this was pretty much her home. She often spent a lot of her time locked up in here away from her troubled life with her family, my family seemed to fit her much more.
I followed her, my nervous flight up the stairs was uneasy, and a little on the... Well, wanting to turn around and run in the other direction. I was nervous, afraid Jazz wouldn't believe that I was real, afraid she wouldn't like me, or afraid she wasn't going to believe Sam, and kick her out as though Sam had been trying to hurt her more by making it seem as though I was back again.
When I went into my room, I saw Jazz laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, looking lost in thought.
"Hey Jazz," Sam said, and Jazz jumped up, not realizing she had walked in. Sam closed the door when she had gotten in, and I just stood there, waiting for my time to appear, I was as nervous as could be though, and I didn't know if I should run, but I couldn't. Then Sam would definitely look like a nut when she said I was there, and then I never was there.
"Hey Sam, what's up?" She asked, her face looked to be stained with tears, she truly was sad about it all. Still… I thought she would at least be over the tears by now... But I guess I was her favorite person, she loved me so much, in yet I couldn't show that I loved her too. She was an awesome sister, I just didn't let myself think that all the time.
"Umm, nuttin much,
what's going on with you?"
"Nothing, just trying to finish
up Danny's room, mom is trying to ya know… clear it out, and try
and get rid of it."
She talked to her like as though Sam WAS a
part of the family. Saying mom, as though mom was a mom to both of
them, I guess though… Sam knew what she meant anyway, even if Jazz
didn't mean it in that way.
"Oh, where's all the stuff going to?" Sam asked, as though concerned for all the leftover stuff that she didn't get, or Jazz didn't keep.
"Storage, she thinks it would be better on all of us if we just erased as much as we could of him, but she doesn't want us to forget about him. You know… just try and make it seem a little more like a house with a full family, rather than one with an empty room that belonged to a child that once lived here."
"You don't want it that way though, do you?" Sam asked, I could sense both of them, although Sam knew I was here, hated the fact that I was starting to be erased from the world, as though I didn't matter anymore. As though they were trying to shove me out of their lives, and forget all about my existence, but they all knew it was impossible. My mom was just going through hard times, and I didn't blame her in the least, after all, I was happy if they could try and get over their sadness.
"No, I don't Sam, but ya know, I'm not gonna argue. After all… It's not really my choice."
"What's she doing with the room?"
"She doesn't know yet, I say decorate it the way Danny would have wanted it, and turn it into a computer room or something, so it at least has something to do with Danny, ya know?"
"Yea, I'm sure he would really like that," Sam smiled, and I just sat there, Jazz wanted to do anything to please me, as though she knew I was gonna still be there.
"Hey, Jazz… Ummm... would you like to see Danny again?" She asked her, and I could tell Sam was tense, this was the big moment, to see if Jazz would like it, and believe it was really turn or me and think that Sam was just playing a sick joke.
"Of course I would… why do you ask?" She asked her, I could tell tears were building up in Jazz's eyes, as though she was wanting to know why Sam would ask such a dumb question, and bring me up again in such a way.
"Well… he's here Jazz… whether you believe me or not…" She said, and I waited to see Jazz's reaction first, but I could tell Sam was looking nervously, hoping I would appear soon, so I didn't wait, I just came right up, standing behind Sam a little ways.
"Danny…" She said, and stared at me for a second, as though trying to let it filter through, trying to capture the image and make sure it was all real, and it wasn't a sick joke, like she was hoping so much it wasn't. She didn't think that though, she wouldn't, because she knew Sam wasn't like that at all.
"Danny, is that really you?" She asked in disbelief, and stood up, looking me over, and I walked around to where she was standing.
"Yea, it's me," I said, and she threw her arms around me, holding me in her grasp, as though well… she hadn't seen me in a long time. And although it wasn't THAT long ago, I was supposed to be dead, she didn't think I would ever be seen again, yet I was here once again.
She held onto me, as though afraid to let go, and I just stood there, and threw a smile off to Sam, Sam who was almost in tears at everything going on, although there was nothing sad, it was just overwhelming.
"Danny, your back, your staying, right?" Jazz asked, as she stepped away from me, her eyes watery and red, and streaks down her cheeks, her voice a little crackled from the crying.
"I can't stay HERE, but I'll be around," I promised her, and she smiled at me, a happy, yet sad kind of smile.
"Danny, you have to go down and see mom and dad, let them know you're here."
"No Jazz, I can't go down to them, they won't believe it at all, they think of me as Danny Phantom, not Fenton, and they will just have a worse image on Danny Phantom."
"But Danny, they both miss you so much…"
"Sorry," I said, it was hopeless to try and get them to believe it, they never would. It was like Jazz though, to think of others like that, right off the bat that was all she could think of was me trying to bring happiness to everyone else.
"Well… if you ever change your mind," she said, refusing to argue with me, like she would have done in the past trying to force her opinions on me, but now all that mattered to her, was that I wasn't gone.
"I dunno," I said, and smiled at her, everything in the room was giving off an odd feeling, one in which I had never felt before, a feeling of mixed emotions coming from everyone. I didn't know what to think, and coming back to her was hard enough, and I could tell she was loaded with questions for me, but I wasn't in the mood to deal with that, I just wanted to relax, and hang out. Even with Jazz for the day, and just try to make things a little more normal again, I didn't want things to be the way they were now, I wanted everyone to be the way they were before.
"Jazz, you wanna go do something with Sam and I?" I asked her, offering for her to come with me to do something, which wasn't exactly brining things back to normal, since she often wasn't allowed to do ANYTHING with me, but hey, it was all right for now, I could be friends with her.
"I would love to," she said, a smile of oddness reflecting off of her, showing both happiness, and a sense of sadness, but I was ready to turn her all the way happy, after all, we were back together again, she knew I still existed.
"Maybe… tomorrow though?" I asked her, I wanted to have a night to plan things out first, I wanted to make sure it was a fun day, maybe a day that would be my last FULL day with her, and I wanted to make it special.
"All right," she nodded, giving me a sign I could leave, my big mission right now was to just bring happiness back to everyone… but there was always another challenge in the way of everything…
VERY short, I know, and I'm sorry guys, but I wanted to get this posted before I had to go to bed, so this is all you get, but hey, it is an update, which is all that matters for right now!
