Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.

A/N: If I get this and the next two chapter in before today is over I will be over my writting slump! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Sorry for Chap. 2's crappy ending, there shouldn't be any other crappy endings like that!

Chapter 3

Sams POV

I was shocked! The person who wanted to kill my best friend's alter ego was making out with him. My books slipped out of my hands. Danny and Valerie broke apart and I ran forgetting my stuff. I ran into the art room and hid under the desk where Danny couldn't see me.

"Sam?" There was a person in the art room. And it wasn't Danny, it was Kwan, holding the books I had dropped. "What are you doing here?" I said untrustingly.

"Returning these." he said unusually kindly. But I could detected something in the smile he was giving me. I shugged it off.

"Thanks." I said heading for the door.

"Ladies first."

Splash!

A bucket of green clear liquid hit my head. Valerie dropped the rope that was supporting it.

"It was Paulina's idea." she said.

"What are you her sattilite again! Or her robot servant doing her dirty work!" I spat out.

"We need to talk!" Danny said pulling me away. Once we were away he said, "What's your problem!"

"MY problem!" I said, not believing what I was hearing.

"Yeah! You've been mean to Val since I've been friends with her!"

"Not true!"

"Yeah you have!"

"Oh yeah! Well if you're so eager to replace her with me then why don't I just drop dead and leave you two lovebirds to it!" I ran out of the building all the way to my house. Danny didn't follow. He must of thought that I was kidding. I thought for a minute. Danny, Tuck, and I have computer class right now. I can slit my wrists, write a suicide note, send copies to them, my parents, and my aunt, then I can die in peace. I gathered my car keys, Danny's stupid class ring from two years before, and some CD's Jazz had her eyes on. I put them on a table. I then gathered a note for Tucker explaining my last wishes. Telling him to tell Danny I loved him. Saying goodbye. Then I got on my email, ignoring an email from Danny and Valerie (there were two) and typed Danny's, Tuck's, Jazz's, Mom and Dad's, and Aunt Sarah's email addresses in a box saying 'to:' and typed "goodbye" in the 'subject' box. Then I typed the letter:

To whoever gets this email:

I'm sorry. I can't continue this horrible existance that you might call living. I'm sending this to the people that might actually miss me. I doubt that anyone else will miss me. Yes, this is part one of my will. I guess the whole Skulk and Lurks thing shook me up more than I let on.

Tucker, there is a envelope on the mantle along with Danny's class ring he wanted me to look after, my car keys, and (not in the envelope) some CD's. Those go to Jazz.

Aunt Sarah, sorry I couldn't see you before you got here. I would've liked it though.

Mom, sorry I couldn't wear those dresses you wanted me to wear. I wouldn't have worn them anyway. Give them to my cousins or somebody who will appreciate them. Please don't bury me in one. Or at all.

Dad, I was kinda hoping you and Mom wouldn't get divorced but what's done is done. Please don't let Mom bury me in a dress.

Jazz, hope you graduate with honors, God only knows you deserve it. Keep your brother in line for me. My CDs that you liked are yours. Do with them as you please.

Danny, I'm sorry about our arguement today. That's not why I did this. I just realized how upset I was. Hope you and Val are very happy.Give Vlad and Dash hell for me.

I guess this is it. I'll probably be gone when anyone but Danny and Tucker read this. BTW: Danny I didn't read the emails you and Valerie sent me. I couldn't take much more bad news.

Sorry to Interrupt your happy life,

Samantha Manson

I hit 'send'. I picked up a knife I got from the kitchen. I put it up to my wrists. I looked at a picture of Danny and me when we were fifteen. "Goodbye, Danny. I'll miss you." I plunged the knife at my left wrist. I gasped in pain but took the knife in my left hand and did the same. Blood ran out of my wrists on the ground. It matched my carpet. I heard the front door open. I heard my mom yell my name franticly. I heard someone clomp up the stairs to my room. My dark world was fading, everything was fading fast.

"Sam!" That wasn't my mom. That was Danny. What was he doing here. I heard my own breathing get more labored as I was fading away. I felt Danny grab me and set me somewhere warm. The last thing I saw was his concerned face. Then nothing.