Disclaimer: Don't own Danny Phantom :(

A/N: Sam's POV when she's 16

As a goth, I am not usually all 'If you make me mad I'll either kill you or myself' although my mood, adittude, and (probably) overused sarcasm makes me the life of the party. Yeah right. But I've never really been suicidal. I would have been if it wasn't for my mood risers, aka Danny Fenton and Tucker Foley. And if I didn't have a kickn' job at Skulk and Lurks, my favorite bookstore. And my baby, my black jeep. But once I came so close to ending my life, I can't even joke about it.

It was a sunny day in Amity Park, Illinois (A/N: Don't care if you think it's somewhere else) and I was driving to the Nasty Burger to meet Danny and Tucker. I walked in and sat at our usual table and got out my laptop and looked up some things about Danny Phantom to tick Danny off.

"Hey, Sam!" I looked up. Danny and Tucker were seated in front of me. "Emo." I teased. It was our way of saying fag, gay, lesbian, and all that good stuff. They looked shocked and Danny jumped up and sat next to me. "Am not!" Tuck said. "What are you doing?"

"Looking up some stuff. Did you know the Guys in White think Danny Phantom is 14, his birthday is Holloween, and he's a emo goth?"

"WHAT?" Danny said.

"That's the second time today you were called emo, Danny." Tucker said laughing.

"Third."

"THIRD!" I yelled, ignoring people staring at me. Danny shot me a look saying 'shut it'. I bent my head down so my hair covered my face so I can laugh silently at Danny without him seeing me. I plugged in my headphones so I could listen to the radio on my laptop while I pretended to listen to Danny and Tuck blabber about dumb stuff like Paulina's bra size or how hot Valerie is.

I looked at the list of results for Danny Phantom. There was a game, so yeah I clicked it. It was a dumb game that Danny and Tuck wouldn't even like, especially Dannny. It was entitled "Kill Danny Phantom" and it was addicting. I counted 20 times I killed him when I felt one side of my headphone pulled off.

"Sam!" Danny said annoyed, "Did you hear us?" I shook my head. "What are you... What the hell is that!" Tuck moved to a booth nearby so he could see. 'Kill Danny Phantom' was blazing across the screen.

"And just when you think Val and your mom is the only chicks that wants to kill you." Tucker said faking seriousness.

"I found it on the internet and I was bored." I said. I started another game.

"Did you just shoot him with a shotgun!" Tuck said, "This game is stupid."

"And addicting." I almost bookmarked the page when Danny closed the window.

"HEY!"

"Let's go somewhere else." he said.

So we left. "Sorry about the game." I said to Danny as soon as we reached my jeep. Tucker said something about following in his red porche before we left. "Sorry I closed the page." He returned getting in. I started and looked for a good radio station. I picked a dark one that was playing "Taking Over Me" by Evanescence. Danny didn't change it. I didn't chage it. I put my mind on auto-pilot and thought about how much Tucker, Danny, Jazz, me, and everyone had changed since we were 14.

Danny wasn't that different. The only difference that was that his hair was 2 centimeters from blinding him and forcing him to get a haircut. Danny Phantom was still Danny Fenton's secret idenity with ghost powers.

Tucker still had the barrett, glasses, and PDA. He didn't change a bit!

Jazz, Danny's older sister who had just started Harvard, changed a lot. She was a little more comfortable about acting her age, although she actually was an adult now being 18. Her long red hair was now a short, sort of jagged, shoulder length after Kitty, one of the ghosts Danny fights, overshadowed her and made her cut her hair (unJazz), dress like a guy (very unJazz), dye the tips of her hair lime green, (VERY UNJAZZ) and get a tatoo of rose on her lower stomach (WHO WAS THAT GIRL!). Jazz still had the tatoo, her way of getting in touch with her inner rebel. Her green tips of hair was dyed brown (still not Jazz, but I can overlook that.). She dressed a little more like her old self but not all the way. She actually looked cool now.

I looked a little different. My tank top was still there. My skirt was solid black and a little shorter. My stockings were gone and replaced with black anklet socks. But my trusty combat boots were still there (A new pair that looked exactly the same as the old pair.) My hair was shoulder lenght with two purple streaks in it. (A/N: Imagine Rouge from X-Men)

"Sam?" Danny looked at me. "You alright?"

"Yeah, sure. Just thinking." I smiled at him, but it didn't last long. I looked over in front and swerved into a parking space and slammed the brakes.

"Sam! What's wrong?" Danny asked looking worried. Before I had pulled that stunt, we were headed for the mall. I had pulled in front of Skulk and Lurks, and got out, looking horrified. Not paying attention to anyone.

"Danny! Sam! What's going on!" I barely heard Tuck. I dropped to my knees, sobbing. I heard faintly Danny getting out.

"This can't be happening!" I cried. Danny stooped next to me and held me close. Tuck put a hand on my shoulder saying, "Sam, I'm so sorry."

Skulk and Lurks- my place of employment, my safe haven from the hurt of the world, my second home- was burnt to the ground. Nothing but ashes and smoke. And a part of me went with it.