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So, I thought I'd change this from a one-shot to a multiple-shot from all different POV's. The formatting will stay the same, with me choosing specific episodes and expanding the view from a certain character, or even delving into my own original time lapses that never appeared in an episode, but that I'm creating anyway.

These are all also still centered around Danny going into the portal.

ENJOY! :p

Note: Hopefully, these will be less angst then before, but it depends on my mood when writing it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own inner turmoil.

It was all my fault, and I know it.

There was no way that anyone in Heaven or on Earth could change my mind on the fact that I killed my best friend.

Tucker and Danny constantly try to persuade me that it wasn't my fault, that fate would have had it anyway. Danny said that Clockwork told him that he would have gone into the portal eventually, I just sped up the process.

But that doesn't mean I didn't have a part in it.

The one time me and Danny got into an argument, right after he blamed me(in a way) for all those ghost's chasing Paulina, I had wished we had never met, not knowing Desiree was hovering invisible nearby.

And he forgot about.

Danny Fenton, the boy I had had a crush on for almost ten years, forgot about me. So did our best friend, Tucker, which hurt as well. And to fix this mess, at least partially, I had to make Danny recreate the portal accident as well.

I had to listen to screams of pain again, I saw a familiar white-hair green-eyes stumble out steaming, I had to feel his body fall through my hands again…

So many memories, so much pain.

Danny wasn't the only one who half-died that night.

I did, and so did Tucker.

The pain of not knowing whether our friend was alive or not, the knowledge we had sent him in there, tour at our soul, ripping it to shreds. It came partially together again when he stumbled out, but there would always be scars that would never disappear.

They come into focus when ever we fought ghosts, whenever Danny left to face-off against some unknown danger to save us all…

And all because I made him go into that portal.

All because I was curious.

All because secretly, on the inside, I wanted to go in myself but was too scared to do so. So I became a coward and sent Danny in as a sort of test, to make sure it was safe. And now I know it wasn't.

Every day I look at Danny, and see the bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep because he spent all night fighting ghosts so people like me could rest easy, and guilt pangs inside me, echoing and bouncing around until every molecule of myself is mentally hurting.

But then he smiles, laughs, putting on that confident and cocky grin and I know everything will be alright, that we'll pull through this.

But sometimes I wonder… what would life be like if Danny had no ghost powers? If we were all normal kids?

I wonder, but I don't wish.

OMG! LINE BREAKS! (Yeah, I knew how, I was just to lazy :p)

YAYZ! :D

If you can't tell, this is from SAM'S POV

~OHA

Btw, yesterday was opening night for my play The Secret Garden, which is conveniently is filled with death and angst, probably one reason why I've been so down lately XD Wait a minute, is it 2 in the morning? NEVER MIND, my opening night was on Friday! And yesterday (XD) I had two plays, and today is the final one! Better get to bed :/