I banged on his window, making Tucker jump and hide under the bed. I want intangible again and landed on the floor. I paced still Phantom. Tucker, seeing who it was crawled out from his hiding spot.

"May what to I owe this great peasure?" He asked, taking in my angry expression.

"I know she called you, tell me what she called for." I turned to him, begging. "Please." I whispered the last word.

"She was calling because when she was driving home they got hit by a drunk driver. She's fine, but Jay's not." Tucker answered.

"Jay?" My mouth went dry.

"The one driving."

"Thanks Tucker." I said, and left.

I went back to my room. By now, all of the mutant food had been shoved down the disposal and Jazz had got bored of waiting for me.

I glanced at my watch after pacing for what seemed like seconds. It was eleven o'clock. I let out a groad. Why did night have to be so long? Why couldn't it only be a few hours? I needed something to take my mind off of her. Maybe I could got to the Ghost Zone a beat some of them up.

No, that would be unfair. I continued to pace. When that got boring (and I started to wear footprints in the carpet), I laid back on my bed.

Jay. Jay was a guy's name. She had moved on. She had another boyfriend. I wondered what he was like. Was he a jock? Or was he a nerd? Or was he neither? Was he a goth? I knew he wouldn't be a prep, and now that I thought about it, jock seemed pretty unlikely too. Did she look like I remembered her? Did she change her appearance? I hoped not. She was beautiful, perfect, flawless. If she had changed her appearance in any way, it could only hurt her rather than help her. Even make up made her look worse. I rolled over.

Sighing I let out a pent up breath. Outside raindrops hit my window. Great, something to fit my mood. I flipped over again, but nothing came to me. I stood up and turned on the T.V. on, but, turned it off when all of it was about Danny Phantom. Danny Phantom only exists because of her. I hated flying unless it was absolutely nessacary. I remember how she used to beg me to take her flying. She loved to go to the lake.

I glanced at my watch. One o'clock. What to do for the next few hours? I went to get food, remembering I hadn't eaten, but stopped when I realized I wasn't hungry.

I turned on my computer, only to turn it off again.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Four o'clock.

Four thirty.

I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable amongst my mess of blankets and pillows. It was time to attempt to sleep. Maybe it would be one of the rare nights I got an hour of sleep. I wouldn't let myself picture her face, but I allowed myself to think one thought. Maybe 'Jay' is just a friend. So, if I can't sleep is she able to?

***

Weekends. Every other kid's pleasure, my pain. I barely left the house weekends. I couldn't go to the local Nasy Burger, I wouldn't go to the park. It hurt me just to look at the sky, remembering how I begged him to take me flying, and how he would never deny. But it was a long time ago. He probably doesn't even know who I am anymore. I'm just some distant memory to him.

Still, sometimes I have to wonder. If I had told him that I was leaving, would things have gone differently? Would he have explained something to me? It's funny how I still hope that the hurting, the silences, the words, there was a good reason behind them. But there wasn't. I knew there couldn't be. He realized how different I was, how, myself I was, and he started to get annoyed by it, and then he ended up hating me.

I needed to get out of the house. I grabbed my purse and went to see if Jay was doing any better. How I missed her.

I attacked the same doctor as yesterday. "How's Jay doing?"

"Jay?" He looked at me blankly.

"Jaylena Jordan?"

"Oh, her, still in a coma. Go home now. Get some rest."

I open my mouth to give him a piece of my mind, then stopped myself. Instead I just left. Where to go? Where to go? My phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Sam, it's Tucker."

"Hi, I thought you said you'd never call me." I asked flatly.

"I never thought I'd have to." I felt Tucker's sadness, how upset he was.

"Tuck, what is?"

"Jazz found a note in Danny's room this morning." I almost broke down hearing the name. "Sam, you've got to come back to Amity, soon. We're searching for him, it may not be too late."

"Too late for what?" I whispered, although I was sure I knew.

"He's going to commit suicide."

I turned off the phone and called for my chauffeur. He came immidatley, and soon we were tearing down the streets toward Amity Park. I knew where Danny would be. I knew I would save him, even if it killed me.

***

Could I actually go through with this? Could I actually kill myself? It seemed like the only way. I had hurt the only person I'd ever cared about. I looked down from the cliff I stood on, the cliff she loved, and stared down at the lake she loved to look at. I looked up at the sky we'd go flying in. I'd miss life, I would, but I wouldn't stay as a ghost. I released all my ties on the world. I let go.

I jumped.

Suckers.

I have some Danny Phantom summaries that I'm willing to hand out if anyone needs something to write. Just pm me. Ideas are appreciated, you'll get your credit. Complaints ignored unless it's in the form of constructive criticism. Reviews motivate me. And poem belongs to nolapeep. Everything else belongs to someone else.

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