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"Has the job been done?"

"No mistress. She was not wearing black today."

"Uh!" She threw a black cobweb designed vase at the wall. "Her mother must've warned her! Be sure she is to wear black tomorrow, and attack again! Understood?"

"O-of course, m-mistress…" And with that, she bowed and left for the human world.

"Hey D-danny?" Her voice was trembling; her hands were shaking as she held the remote for her plasma-screen TV. Why? Why couldn't I have been faster? Maybe then those students, the same ones who were attacked, would have had a chance at survival… Maybe then, Sam wouldn't be in such danger.

"Yea Sam?" Was that really my voice? The same courageous one I had on that ghost? No, it couldn't be. This voice was a mere whisper. Weakness and fear were the only significant emotions hidden there. Not the same Danny Phantom. No. Now I'm Danny Fenton: the loser who couldn't even save his best friend from emotional heartbreak.

"… Why…" I could see her gulp, her throat being visible. This wasn't the same Sam I knew, the same one I grew up with. My Sam would never show weakness in front of others, even in front of herself, for she was tough and hard to break. But now I see her trembling with fear, her eyes showing pain, and I could do nothing about it.

But why? Why couldn't I help her? Why wasn't I able to stop that ghost? Why had I turned so weak, especially in front of her? In front of everyone? Why? Sam seemed to understand this, as she was now gazing into my eyes as I let my thoughts wander off. I now gulped, but not in fear, like Sam was, but in heart wrenching pain. This was a tragic and terrible punishment for whatever sin I committed. What had I done wrong? Once glance at the girl in front of me answered my question. It was because of her.

"Yes my dear, it is her fault."

Was it really Sam's fault I was acting the way I was? Because I refused to love her, for I was afraid it would tear our friendship in half? Is that such a crime? Not to love the one who you're not even sure loves you? How is that my fault?

"Don't deny it my boy. You are correct. It is not your fault…"

Besides, she's the only reason I became a ghost in the first place…

"Yes my dear. Believe it…"

But then again, my life wouldn't be as interesting as it is now.

"No! Your family, your friends are in danger because of her!"

But… no, it can't be her fault! It's not! Right?

"Wrong…"

"Danny?" I felt myself relieve myself of the inner battle that I was having. My thoughts could only disappear as my ice blue eyes stared into her violet orbs. I could only gaze at her; words unable to form in my mouth. I gulped. Why was I feeling this way? Could I honestly be falling in love with my best friend?

"Are you okay?" Her words were laced in concern; how could I not help but stare at her, all manners thrown out the window. The look of sympathy on her face was making me feel guilt. How could I ever think anything was Sam's fault? The only thing she did was care for me, and here I am, about to treat her like dirt.

No, nothing is her fault.

It really never was.

"I'll convince you child, that the path of evil is the one to take…"

I wouldn't rather be anywhere but here, gazing into her eyes.

"Hey D-Danny?" Oh no, was that honestly me? Did that attack affect me so much, where now I am reduced to stutter with every sentence? I mean, I'm shaking with every movement I take; scaring myself endlessly. What's wrong with me?

I looked at Danny, his eyes glazed, proving his thoughts were elsewhere. I silently sighed. Perhaps it was not only the attack, but also Danny himself. I don't know why… but I seem to get nervous around him. My brain rots to nothing as I try to form complete sentences. I can't come up with a good remark anymore. It's tearing me apart.

Why though? Why?

Am I falling in love with him?

No, I can't. He has Valerie, and even though they have no chance together, his thoughts are always on her, or that shallow, pathetic excuse for a girl Paulina. Is that what's he thinking about? How he'd rather be spending time with one of them instead of me. I'm sure that's what he's thinking about…

"Yea Sam?" Well, at least this time he answered me, instead of ignoring me like he always does when he rants on about the precious Paulina. Honestly, she's a shame to all girls.

I'm not jealous or anything. Really. She's a shame to all girls, except Star. She's just as bad. They're both shallow, crude little witches whose goals in life are to enslave men and bring torment to others like myself.

I'm not joking.

"… Why…" Oh God, I forgot what I was to say.

…

All right, I didn't. I was about to ask Danny what he sees in Paulina. But… I can't ask him that! I mean, I've asked it before and all, but it has no relevance to our non-existent conversation!

His eyes are glazed again.

Why?

That's the question I'm asking myself all the time now. Why did that ghost attack all students wearing black? Why did my mother know about it? Why is Danny staring at me?

He can't possibly be thinking about me, can he? Not with those other girls shadowing his mind.

No, he's not. He's probably thinking about how much he'd rather be somewhere else. And I'm just the cause.

Yea, that's it.

He would rather be somewhere else than here.

Contrary to belief, this is actually NOT a filler chapter, understood?