The rain poured down harder than she ever could've imagined, and she ran through it . Tears streaked down her face and came from her eyes almost as hard as the sky above. The heavens were crying with her.
The girl clad in black ran past all the mournful muted shadows, they watched as she dashed by but said nothing to her presence. Sam didn't care or really even pay attention to the cold ran the poured down on her, she just wanted to get to the one place she wanted to be. She finally got there.
Sam dropped down in mud before a gray shadow. The Earth beneath her had been recently disturbed, she huddled beneath the stone and sobbed. Her parents had screamed at her tonight, it was actual shouting and yelling. And the person who rested here was not there to comfort or even help her.
Sam shuddered and realized that aforementioned loved one was not returning. Sam traced the small angel that had been carved into the stone she let out a sad sigh as more tears fell. She was a mess without her.
Sam's grandmother was gone, and that woman had been so important, she'd always stood up for Sam and Sam's choices. But without her around Sam realized that there was no one to defend of protect her, no one to sit at the edge of her bed and talk softly while she cried, no one to make her a special vegertarian soup while she was sick, and no one to let her be herself.
Sam curled into a small miserable ball and cried. The rain had soaked her completely but Sam never even noticed, but someone did. Out of no where Sam no longer felt the cold water droplets fall on her pale skin, she raised her head but saw the rain pour around her.
"Sam." Came a dull and familar voice.
Sam turned her head and saw a worried raven haired boy standing above her and holding a black umbrella over her head. Sam really hadn't noticed how cold the November air had been until she saw his breath float in small white wisps. The goth wiped a few tears from her eyes and tried to smile.
"What are you doing out here Sam, you're going to get sick."
Sam felt a warmth come to her, someone cared about her health, her parents would have never said that, they would've been more worried about how dirty her clothes were. "Danny, I miss her." Sam muttered sadly.
Danny gave her a frown then pulled off his red jacket and draped it around her. "It'll be ok Sam," He comforted. "She's still with you watching over you."
"You really think so?" Sam sniffed looking hopeful.
"Yeah, I don't think she'd leave you alone with your looney parents." Danny joked and caused Sam to laugh. "Here I'll walk you home." He said as he helped her to her feet.
Sam obliged and walked closely beside him as they left the cemetery. "Sam what brought you out here?"
"My parents." Sam growled under her breath. "Why were you out here?"
"I was looking for ghosts but I saw you running towards the cemetery and decided to see what was wrong." Danny answered with a shrug.
Sam looked at him closely, he shivered slightly because she had his jacket. Sam felt bad, but she realized now how cold she really was. She shuddered and he took note and wraped his arm around her. "You know Sam, next time you don't have to come out here if you're feeling lonely."
"Where else am I going to go?"
"You can come to me Sam." Danny answered, "You don't always have to be strong, I know you are. You can always just come to my window and I'll help you."
"Really Danny?" He nodded, "What if it's really late?"
"I don't care, I'm here to help and I'm sure Tucker would be just as happy to help as well."
Sam sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder as they approached her house then she stopped. "Danny, I don't think I'm ready to go back just yet."
Danny smiled and nodded and instead of going down the straight path to the mansion, they took a left and followed the neon glow.
This was something that came from nowhere, but this wasn't orginaly how I meant to make it. Orginally Sam was going to be crying at Danny's grave and Tucker would come around and help her. But I think this is just as good, and now the rabid Danny lovers wont eat my soul for killing him, again.