Me: Wow… did I disappear off the face of the planet or what?

Danny Muse: You really need to stop doing that; it's bad for your health.

Me: Yeah… anyways, here ya'll go chapter cinco.

Danny Muse: HAHAHA on Cinco de Mayo!

Me: O.o we don't even celebrate that holiday…

Danny Muse: IT'S STILL AWESOME! *Dances with maracas.* OLAY!

Me: …

Chapter 5

Happiness is short lived. It is fleeting, and you must grasp it whilst you can, for it its only moments before it slips away, like icy water. Slowly slipping away like the sand in an hourglass, timing your remaining joy. I know this firsthand. The smiles will fade. Your joy won't last, neither will smiles or laughter. These are only short lived cures for sadness.

My hands are in my pockets as I walk to school. Rain is falling from the sky, messing up my already unruly hair. I shut my navy eyes, in the frustration I feel, I am in an almost dreamlike state. It is the only way to get through the day. If I pretend I'm dreaming, then I can live under the false pretense that things are going to get better- despite the fact that I am only fooling myself by doing this. The pain is so completely overwhelming today, I am freely crying now, grateful that the rain is masking my tears. I look up, and notice that I am directly in front of the school… when did I get here?

I shrug and enter the school, shaking my dark matt of hair much like that of a dog when I enter the dry sanctuary, water spraying in all directions. I hear a chuckle, and I look up and see that Sam had been watching me. I roll my eyes, and chuckle a bit, imagining that I probably did look a bit foolish.

"Hey Danny, how are you doing?" Sam asks, and I look at her, confused as to why she isn't asking millions of questions as she did on Friday. Sam sees my confusion and elaborates.

"Danny…I'm sorry about Friday. It was wrong for Tucker and me to approach you like that. I know that if something was wrong, you would tell us." Sam looked at me and smiled, and I felt overwhelmed with guilt. Some friend I was. Telling my friends the truth…

"Actua-" I start, but I find myself interrupted.

"FENTON!"

I turn away from Sam, and I sigh when I see the bulky jock known as Dash Baxter shove his way through a group of students as he made his way to me. Dash's eyes were narrowed, as he glares at me. It is only seconds until he is directly in front of me, standing about a full head taller than me. I look up at him monotonously, not having the will or energy to care about what crap he was going to yell at me for this time.

"FENTON!" Dash screams again and I roll my eyes at him.

"I think that we have established my name…" I say, rolling my eyes. I am greeted with a smack to my cheek. I glare at him, the smack not even fazing me. Dash didn't seem to notice that however.

"YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAP SHUT YOUR GOOD FOR NOTHING TRAP UP!" Dash screames in my face, and out of the corner of my eye I can see Sam storming up to him. This isn't good.

"HEY DASH! Leave him alone!" Sam yells, and Dash shoves her aside, thus, pissing me off.

"DUDE! Common! Leave her alone!" I yell, and Dash laughs.

"You two are the ugliest couple in the world." He spits at me, and slams me against a row of lockers. I take the beating; I know that I deserve it. He leans over and whispers in my ear.

"You are a worthless piece of crap. You should go kill yourself. Nobody will EVER care about you. I know I don't, she doesn't, and I bet that even you don't. Do the world a favor and just DIE." He spat he last part harshly, then threw me across the hall, I hiss in pain when my head collides with another set of lockers, leaving a descent sized dent in it. I watch in surprise as Dash comes and kicks my hard in the ribs a couple times, before Kwan drags him away, telling him that I wasn't worth it.

"DANNY!" I look over and see Sam running over to me. "Danny! Oh my god are you okay!"

"I'm fine Sam…" I try to get up, but Sam holds me down. I look at her confused. Why won't she let me get up?

"Danny, just hold on okay? Can somebody get a teacher?" Sam shouts, and I look and see that a group had formed around us. Tucker, I noticed, was part of the group and ran to grab a teacher. A few seconds later, he returned, dragging a surprised Mr. Lancer along with him.

"Honestly Mr. Foley, I don't see what's so- LORD OF THE FLIES! Mr. Fenton! What on earth happened?" Mr. Lancer says with shock. I shake my head, and then feel a sharp pain and hiss. I put a hand up to it, and then blink in surprise when I feel something sticky and wet. I draw it back and am surprised to see it covered with blood.

"Holy crap…" I whisper as I stare at it with surprise. Dash had never beaten me THIS bad… wow, no wonder Sam wouldn't let me stand.

"Move out of the way people!" Mr. Lancer cries as he shoves his way through the mob of students. I try to sit up, so I can get a better look at him, but when I try my vision blurs and I feel sick. I shut my eyes and moan in pain. Great… a concussion… today is just wonderful isn't it!

"Mr. Fenton, can you look at me?" Mr. Lancer says with worry, and I try to focus on him, but everything is blurred, a mess of colors. His words are muffled as well, as if he is underwater.

"Huh?" I reply, not really comprehending what he is saying. I feel my hearing beginning to go out as well, and I start to become groggy. I think that Mr. Lancer saw this, because he tries to talk to me.

"Stay…awake…." Mr. Lancer's words are fuzzy, and I shut my eyes. I just want to go to sleep; I'll feel better once I sleep…

"Dash…I'll…nurse…" What's Sam talking about? Why does it even matter? …g'night world…

I give up on fighting sleep and give into the welcoming sensation.

"Danny…Danny…Wake up honey…" I open my groggy eyes and see my worried mother's violet eyes staring back at me. She smiles when she sees that I have awakened, and runs a hand through my onyx hair.

"Hey sweetie," She says softly, "How are you feeling?"

"Like a rabid cat chewed me up, and spat me out." I answer honestly, and she laughs.

"Well, at least you're honest…honey, Sam says that Dash did this to you… can you remember?" Mom asks me, and everything comes flooding back to me.

"You are a worthless piece of crap. You should go kill yourself. Nobody will EVER care about you. I know I don't, she doesn't, and I bet that even you don't. Do the world a favor and just DIE."

I feel something sticky and wet. I draw it back and am surprised to see it covered with blood.

"Dash…I'll…nurse…"

"Oh um…yeah…ow…my head…" I hiss in pain, and my mom looks at me apologetically.

"I know honey; I'll go get the school nurse okay? You were only out for a little while…about 10 minutes. We can go home then okay?" I nod my head and she smiles, before walking out the door.

I sigh and stare at my feet, allowing them to dance to some unknown rhythm as I attempt to cure my sudden onslaught of boredom. My mind begins to wander, and I can't help but continue to think of that one, awful phrase.

"You are a worthless piece of crap. You should go kill yourself. Nobody will EVER care about you. I know I don't, she doesn't, and I bet that even you don't. Do the world a favor and just DIE."

Maybe…maybe Dash has a point.