I want to show you what happens when we die...

You take a chance and then it's too late when you realize

I want to show you what happens when,

I want to show you what's happening,

I want to show you what happens when we die...

-Tiger Army-

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Days, weeks, months all blended together into another year, another horrible year. Sam could hardly remember her life, it was miserable dark and hazy. Every day was a rainy day and Sam hated the rain lately. She attended school, she grew older, she made friends, she did everything but live. It was too much for her to attach herself to anything.

Tucker held tightly to her because he knew she wasn't grasping back. Jazz kept her sanity intact and always reminded her that Danny was in her heart not her head. But Sam could never forget the night he returned only to be ripped away from her, she wondered what he wanted to show her, and why he was scared away.

That bothered her every night, he didn't stay. What was he hiding? Why didn't he come back for her?

The now sixteen year old girl tossed around in her sleep tiresomely. She wanted sleep again, but tonight her thoughts were active and running about leaving her with a vicious headache.Sam stared at the ceiling resting a hand over her stomach.

It was coming around again, that day of infamy the day that everyone knew and dreaded. His anniversary was tomorrow and it was to be celebrated with laughter and tears. The death that brought life.

Sam turned her head and watched the clock numbers roll over to twelve, it was that day. By morning the citizens would gather in the center of town at the statue and would light candles. Speeches would be made and broadcasted all over the nation, tears would be shed, memories revoked. The cemetary would be alive with visitors and flowers.

She throated a laugh bitterly. How many of them truly cared, how many of them understand what he did? He left it all behind so they could live, so they could enjoy themselves all year and laugh and prosper. And where was he, his young life is gone.

Sam got out of bed and got changed, she knew she wasn't going to sleep tonight, and she decided to visit Danny before all those fakes did. She put on her average everday Sam clothes and fixed her hair a little. She applied purple lipstick to her pale lips. Somehow she felt she needed to be presentable when she visited Danny.

Sam climbed out of her window and landed in the courtyard. She spied some of her grandmother's violet roses that she loved so dearly and took two, her grandmother wouldn't mind.

Infact the old woman spent at least six months perfecting beautiful blue flowers that she was planning on taking from their pots and placing them at Danny's grave marker. Sam had heard her mother often question the elder's motives and negatively point out that it wasn't worth all the care and effort when they could simply buy the same thing with no hassel. But the old woman would always smile and say it was worth everything.

The goth girl smirked at the thought, if she ever needed any proof that she was infact from this family she could look at the old woman and know. Lately it seemed to be the only thing she was sure of anymore.

She continued her walk through the night quietly and thoughtlessly. She reached the cemetary in what seemed like a few seconds.

Sam slowly opened the iron doors and the let out a low moan that drifted along with the cold winds. She walked in and red and brown fall children shattered beneath her heavy boots with a crunching sound. But more fell from the heights and littered the walk way and the empty spaces of land between the markers.

Finally she came to the black stone that stood alone above the others on a gently sloping hill. Sam kneeled and placd the two roses down over a few withered flowers that had been there for a while. She stared at the glimmering stone in the pale moonlight. It unlike anything else, seemed unchanged and unglorified by time, it seemed as if it would always be brilliant.

Sam shook her head. No things do not stay brillant forever, she learned that the hard way. Nothing pure will ever stay for long, but it is quite a thing to behold when you do see it. Her eyes longed for that becon of light to shine again, to chase away the shadows of the world.

"I don't know what happened Danny, where did we go wrong..." Sam muttered sadly while in her mind she replayed the last moments he had.

She sat on his grave and thought about the mistakes she had made. Life really was one big domino effect. You make one small mistake and soon everything crashes down. She only wished should could make things right again, she only wanted to have him back.

She thought of the Fentons, they no longer had a son. Sam had watched the family tear apart for half a year before they came back together. Sam had watched Jazz mourn for the destruction of her family and she saw Maddie and Jack fight and even go without seeing each other for weeks.

Only months ago had the broken family come back together. They had realized their mistakes and their hatred was unneccesary and soon learned to love each other again. There was no more blame being pinned on anyone. It was that it was all Vlad's fault.

Sam sighed and fingered the dead flowers sorrowfully, if she could only trade places with him. If only it was that easy. But if anyone deserved life it was Danny, she couldn't think of anything or anyone who could possibly be so deserving. Sure there were lots of great people who are good but she'd never heard of a fifteen year old that would willingly lay everything down for complete strangers, because he knew it was right.

"Sorrow was never becoming of you..." A voice cooed rather quietly.

Sam scowled and looked up at the person who dared to say that while she was mourning her loss.She blinked as she was greeted by those green eyes and that smirk. The ghost leaned over his own headstone and stared down at her. At first she wanted to leap back into his arms but withdrew the idea at the memory of how quickly he abandoned her.

"Why did you come back..." She sneered while looking away.

"Sammy you don't really hate me do you?" He asked cocking his head slightly.

"You waited too long to reappear, do you even care?" Sam asked still not looking at him.

The ghost frowned and floated over the tombstone and sat beside her. "Of course I do... I've been trying to get back to you all this time."

Sam looked at him and blinked the tears from her violet eyes. "Really?" She questioned hopefully with a small smile.

He nodded while beaming at her. "Uh-huh. Nothing in this world or the next would keep me from you." He took her hands and held them close so she felt the cold coming from him. "Now will you come with me, tonight no one can stop us."

Sam gulped something told her this was all wrong. "Tucker and Jazz don't want me to..." She stopped his eyes they were pleading. "That is to say that I really shouldn't..." His eyes begged her. "Danny..." they were demanding her, forcing her, she could resist him no longer. "I'll follow you anywhere."

"Then come Sam, come with me."

Sam willingly took his hand and let him lead her away from the graveyard, away from the lost souls. In the silent basement of Fenton Works Sam stood before the green dimension. She went in with Danny and never looked back.

She didn't know by morning that everyone was looking for her, she didn't know that she had gotten in way too deep.

I keep saying I'm not going to repeat a band over for chapters, but I realize that the lyrics always fit, fate is cruel... So yeah I give up on trying to differ from the music for each chapter, whatever. So anyway this is a chapter, a chapter you have just read... once again I am at loss for things to talk about, how imcomplete I feel :sigh: