Not much to say, I'm seriously not interested in this anymore, I kinda just wanna post all the chapters all at once. But this chapter was one of the important chapters to me last year, I stayed up all through the night writing chapters 6 and 7.

Chapter 7: Confidant

"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!" Sam screamed, pounding her fists on Danny's chest. They were standing just outside the school, half an hour before class began. The school looked on as Sam continued to scream at Danny. She pounded repeatedly on Danny's chest, as Danny did nothing, a sad expression in his eyes. He let her, after all, she had every right too. Tucker just stood nearby and watched a broken girl taking out her frustration on her best friend.

"I hate you!" Sam's screams had turned hoarse until she could barely speak. "I – I hate you!" Her shoulders began racking and sobs escaped her lips. Her poundings that turned into pats ceased. "I hate you." She cried burying her face in Danny's shoulder. "It's all your fault! You caused it!"

Tucker found Danny's gaze and looked on sympathetically as Sam continued to sob. Only yards away Paulina was doing the same, her mother had died in the accident with Sam's dad.

During his sixth class a note was passed to Danny, he looked at Tucker who only shrugged and glanced at the empty seat that belonged to Sam. She had left for home before the second period.

I just want you to know Danny, I'm sorry and I really don't hate you and I know I'm gonna start a fight with you if I stayed at school. Right now I really just can't say anything, I can't say look at all the good times we shared. I can't cheer up knowing that I won't ever see my parents again. I won't be able to be happy for a while. I can't because of what happened. You know I'll always care for you but right now, I really just don't like you.

Sam

Danny folded the note and placed it in his back pocket. He would visit her later on tonight. He would talk to her. He didn't mind if she didn't like him at the moment. She had every right to despise him with every part of her being but she didn't.

"Elizabeth's aura," Allen said aloud while Danny studied in his room later on that afternoon. "It's scattered. Almost as if she's not there." Danny's head jerked up at the mention of the aura. "What occurred?" Danny's eyes widened slightly. Did her father's death affect her that much?

Danny transformed into his ghostly self and flew to Sam's house. "Sam." Danny phased into her room to see Sam sitting on her bed, staring blankly at the wall. She didn't acknowledge he was there. He shook her and she fell over, she didn't even bother to pull herself up. She was like an empty shell. "Sam, look at me." His voice was pleading. She blinked but she never returned his gaze. He backed up into Sam's computer causing it to turn on and play a clip of her father and her when she was little.

"Go away!" Sam cried out, hearing the voice of her father. It seemed to bring life back into her eyes. She covered her ears with her pillow, wrapping it around her head.

"Sam, I'll go." His voice was soft and caring. "Only if you won't go anywhere. Don't think you're nothing, I was worried, Allen said your aura was scattered like you weren't there. I want you to be here, I want you to stay here. Please, for me Sam." With that Danny took off, out of her room.

Days passed, Danny saw Sam everyday at school. She didn't speak, she would do anything but. It scared him; her voice was the only thing that really kept him sane. "Sam, will you talk to me?" Danny asked one lunch period. She shook her head, a frown on her face. "Why not?" Sam pulled out two separate pictures from her pocket. One was a small-framed picture of her dad and another was a picture that had been folded many times. On the folded picture was a young woman, almost twenty or slightly over. She was smiling, her violet eyes shining with hope of a new day. She had long black hair that fell to her waist and was wearing a violet sweater with black pants.

"Is that, your real mother?" Danny asked, Sam nodded. He had never thought that the mother she had was actually a Stepmom. "You look a lot like her." Sam looked away at the sentence. "I see." He gave the pictures back to Sam. "She was a Goth like you, huh?" Sam nodded. "He loved her?" She nodded once again. "Can you hear him?" Sam's head turned to face Danny sharply, giving herself whiplash. "I asked, can you hear him?" Sam shook her head. She wanted to hear her father so bad. "I thought so, the only time you spoke to me was after you heard your Dad's voice on the computer. I'm guessing your voice is the closest thing you have to your dad, the only proof that he actually is yours?" Sam nodded for the fourth time. "Then you can hear him." Danny smiled at Sam. "If you talk you can hear him, you know that it was part of his voice that made yours."

"Ah…" Sam closed her mouth slowly and smiled sadly, looking at the hands in her lap. "I see." Her voice was soft. Four days she refused to speak at all and now, all she could say was, I see. Danny smiled, he had her back for the most part.

"GUYS! They're giving away free sodas!" Tucker said excitedly. His tray was filled with meat and piled on top of it was soda cans." Sam laughed softly, making Danny grin.

"I see." Sam smiled softly.

"Whoa! Sam you're speaking again. Just in time too, rehearsal's after school." Tucker grinned, unburying his meat and eating it. Sam nodded taking a sip of water from her bottle. She felt a hand on her shoulder and saw Elizabeth smiling softly at Sam.

"I'm proud of you." Elizabeth whispered in Sam's ear. Sam could only nod, a feeling in her chest made her feel guilty around the two.

O.o.O.o.O

Sam was laughing and joking around with Danny and Tucker before rehearsal, she had gotten several, 'I'm sorry for your loss' but she was doing better, with Danny there to help her.

Paulina was fuming. Why did Sam get to have fun? Did she not care that Paulina's mother died? Not that Paulina cared for Sam's loser father. More people had come up to Sam to ask her if she was ok than Paulina. Sam shouldn't be getting all the attention. She made her way to Sam, who was tackling Danny on stage and tapped her shoulder.

"Yes?" Sam asked, standing up, brushing herself off. There was a loud resounding SMACK that echoed through the auditorium.

"Don't think you're the only one suffering, don't think you deserve all the sympathy." Paulina glared at Sam. Paulina turned away from Sam to leave when –

"Hey!" Sam yelled defiantly. Paulina turned around. "I don't ask for anyone's sympathy! If they want to give it fine, I could care less, I rather not be treated like a lost little puppy. I know I'm not the only one suffering, you think I'm as shallow as you? I can't do anything about it so why bother?" Sam said to Paulina, a hint of anger and annoyance in her expression. "So go get that sympathy you want, 'cause I could care less." Sam scowled at Paulina. She turned away from Paulina and began talking with Tucker and Danny as if the talk with Paulina didn't happen.

O.o.O.o

"Wait up Danny!" Sam ran up to Danny after rehearsal, Tucker was trying to get a date with Valerie. "Can I, can I talk to you, you know, about important stuff? You know like to confide a secret?"

"Yeah Sam." Danny replied, smiling down at the girl who stood a few inches shorter than him. "I mean you can tell me anything, after all I confide in you and trust you with my biggest secret." He jammed his hands into his jacket pockets as Sam did the same with her Danny Phantom hoodie.

"To the park then." Sam nodded, kicking the snow as she walked beside Danny. They sat down on a frozen bench, unsure where to start. Sam stretched out her legs and stared into the gray sky, letting out a large sigh.

"I'm the most selfish person in the world." Sam breathed. Danny looked at her odd; she glanced at him for a moment. "You don't think so?" He shook his head. "Then you must not know me very well." She was acting so calm, as if her words didn't faze her. As if the words she were going to say was an everyday thing.

"When my real mother died, everyone said that it was my fault, it probably was, but it doesn't matter now. They said that I would keep my Dad in misery, that I would forever remind him of my mother. He would want to go see her. And I acted selfish. I wanted to keep him all to myself. I didn't want him to see Mom when he looked at me; I wanted him to see me and only me. So I became rebellious, doing everything against his wishes, just so he could see me. I didn't want him to go see my Mom. I had turned my own mother into a villain in my life; she was trying to steal Dad away." Sam glanced at Danny to see his expression, she couldn't quite read it.

"But he married my Stepmom and went on vacations all the time. I acted selfishly again and I turned Goth, hoping to catch his attention. I didn't want him to be with her, I wanted him to stay with me, I didn't want anyone to take him away." Sam's eyes brimmed with tears. "I am selfish, I've always been selfish and I've tried to make amends by becoming an ultra recyclo vegetarian, trying to save animals. But," Sam looked at Danny, he sat quiet, listening to everything she had to say, "that made me more selfish. I wanted to make myself feel better. It was always I want, never thinking about anyone else. So I'm officially like this, this messed up child all because I was being selfish."

"Sam, you're not –" Danny began but was cut off by Sam.

"Selfish?" Sam let out a small bitter laugh. " Until Dad died I've always been selfish. I've always thought myself first. I'm such a little brat."

"Sam, you're definitely not a brat, you're anything but selfish. How many times have I come to you with my problems and you listened and you gave me advice? How many times have you bandaged me up when I was hurt? What about Tucker? Or when you let Samson loose?" Sam glared at him. "Ok, bad example. What about getting the restraining order off of me or protecting those frogs. The list goes on and on, you're anything but selfish."

"Don't you think?" Sam asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She sat on the bench, her knees pulled to her chest, facing Danny completely. " Don't you think that I did that to make amends? I was so sure I did it to make amends but now I'm not." She tucked her hands beneath her legs; her violet eyes looking right into Danny's blue ones. "The funny thing is, is that that I'm stuck with it. I've done it for most of my life that I don't have another personality to go to. But I know, deep down, even though I want to be a completely different person, this is who I'm meant to be."

Danny opened his mouth as if to say something and then closed it. Sam had just confided with him her darkest secret and he didn't know what to say. She buried her nose into her legs for warmth, her violet eyes peaking over the tops of her knees. "Say something." Came her muffled voice.

"Then," Danny looked at her, a smile on his face, "I'm glad you were selfish." Sam sat up straight, confused by his words. "If you didn't act selfishly then I may have never met you." He gave her a half smile. Sam closed her eyes and returned it.

"But I won't be that way anymore. No more selfishness for me." Sam breathed, a few tears falling down her cheek. "But you know, I feel guilty."

"For what?" Danny questioned. They had just gotten over the large bump in the road.

"Not telling my Dad goodbye." A few more tears fell. She opened her eyes, her chin resting on her knees. "There was something I was taught when I was young. My grandfather had died when I was small, before my mother, you know." Danny nodded. "He had two strokes, one out of the hospital and one in, all in one week. The doctors had said there was something wrong with his heart and that he wouldn't last that week. When that week was over he had another stroke. Grandma cried so much. But he was still alive." Sam smiled sadly, as if to give Danny a reassuring smile. "He wouldn't just go. He suffered for two weeks. At the beginning of the two weeks my whole family had said it was ok, apparently I had too but I don't remember. Those two weeks Grandma refused to see him. She refused to say it was ok. She finally gave in when the doctors told her he was in a lot of pain. So she visited him, she held his hand and said, 'it's ok, you can go, everything will be fine.' And then, he smiled at her." Sam smiled brightly at that causing Danny to smile too.

"He gave her hand a squeeze and smiled. Two hours later, his heart stopped beating." She took a small pause, thinking of her grandfather. "And Grandma told me, she had made him suffer, she said that it was her fault, she was the only thing keeping him there. She had made him suffer for two long weeks before she could finally let him go. And I thought I would be able to go up to my Dad when he was old and say it was ok and it would be. But I never got to say it to him." Tears started streaming down her cheeks, shocking Danny into taking her in his arms, trying to soothe her in her sudden outburst of tears.

"Everything I did, was all for nothing!" She cried into Danny's chest, her hand curling tightly at his chest, gripping his jacket. "I became this way only to know that it was all for nothing! I was never the thing keeping him here. I could never keep him here. I wasn't good enough, I couldn't tell him it was ok because I never really had him!"

"Shh," Danny rubbed her back soothingly. She continued to cry. She felt like she wasn't enough. "You had him Sam, you always had his attention."

"Do you think so?" Sam whispered after a while, slowly letting go of his jacket and looking up at him. Danny nodded. She lifted her head up slightly and kissed his jaw before resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank you." She whispered, closing her eyes.

"Do I keep you here?" She asked after a while. Her voice was faint, a simple question.

"Yes." Danny replied softly. "You keep me here." He kissed the top of her hair and sat still, letting Sam listen to his heart beat.

Last few paragraphs are what made this one of my favorite chapters. I wasn't even paying attention to what i was writing when I wrote this, and when I saw that, I was half 'awww' and half wondering, 'do I keep you here?' I sat back in my chair and wondered if I was the reason why I kept my family here... was I? At anycase, enjoyed much?

Adieu, only to you shall I say Adieu

Nightwing