It was finally the last straw that drove her to unreputive anger. He was just too insensitive and uncaring. She was a human being and he didn't treat her like it anymore, just some object of help.

She broke it off, no more Danny, no more. She loved him and it practically killed her to see him with that look. She thought that was the hardest thing she ever had to do was tell him that she didn't want to see him anymore.

She was wrong.

It happened on a day in which seemed normal. Partly cloudy day a cool breeze and boring classes. School let out and the Goth walked alone towards home. On her way she felt uneasy, a sick feeling told her something was wrong, something bad was about to happen.

She shrugged it off for a good two minutes, untill she heard a whimpering sound coming from an alley. It sounded like someone was suffering, no not just anyone...

Sam skidded into the alley and was faced with a bloody beaten body of her former best friend. When she got to him he was hardly alive, she was too late to save him.

Blood pumped out quickly from various places on his body, there were deep gashes in his stomach, chest, and on his face. A stream of blood was coming from his slightly open mouth. She was horrified and nasueated at the sight, she fought back the urge to throw up.

Sam gently touched his crumpled body and saw him twicth slightly at the touch. A let out a soft groan and slowly open his dull blue eyes.

"Danny..." The girl whispered.

The look of shame and dissapointment shone in his eyes. It broke her heart to know that he wasn't pleased to see her in the least.

"I..." Sam began but he began to cough violently, blood splattered on her and the pavement, adding to the mass amounts.

She was amazed that he was even still alive at this moment. She wondered what had done this to him, what could've so horrendously caused this.

Sam's breath became shuddered as tears began to fall, if she could've spoken she would've told him everything, that she was sorry, that she was wrong, that he was everything, that she loved him, that she didn't want him to go and that she wasn't going to let him. But Sam was at loss for words, the only sound was his ragged breathing and her smothered sobs.

Danny's paled face turned up at the gothic girl, the secret object of his affections. She was crying and he wanted to stop it, she shouldn't have been crying over him.

Infact he wanted to be alone, he wanted her to leave him. It wasn't that her company was unwelcomed, infact he'd been thinking of her the whole time but he knew she never should've showed up. She shouldn't be watching him die.

Danny couldn't speak without choking and coughing up blood, he didn't want to go without telling her how he felt. He always thought he'd tell her before it was too late. But it was too late.

There was nothing he could do, there was nothing she could do. So they watched each other, one through clouded pained eyes and the other through teary eyes.

Danny looked up at her with a weak smile before he slowly let himself go. He thought of her and he saw her even with his eyes closed, Sam Manson was the last thing he would ever know.

Sam watched horror stricken as a smile crossed his face and he went silent. His chest no longer moving, the blood slowed it's flow from the wounds, and he never opened his eyes again.

All at once all was lost.

Yeah I was listening to the All American Rejects 'I Can't Take It' and my horrendously dark mind decided to spew this out and well I just had to write it. Wooo morbidity! ... I know...I know... I need to stop killing Danny.