Me: Hey all my amazing readers! Thank you so much for reading this train wreck of a story, and thanks a bucket-load to all of you guys who reviewed! It means a TON to me! I'm really sorry for taking so long to update this story, but I had some BS going on with schoolwork and with people and y'all know how that goes.

Danny Muse: You're the one full of BS.

Me: Shut up Danny, let the readers read.

Danny Muse: :[

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, if I did, then I would be rich, and it would still be on the air.

Chapter 12

The confusion that I was forced to endure for the past 3 hours was nearly unbearable… actually, scratch that. It WAS unbearable. I groan in frustration and bury my head into my pillow. Sam rubs my shoulder sympathetically, and tries in vain to offer me comport. I shrug her off; I should've known that they would react this way. Of course they wouldn't believe me… Nobody ever does. Lord forbid that Danny could be right for a change! I hear Sam sigh and flop down in the chair to my right, but I disregard her. I know they changed her mind. I can see it in her eyes, the doubt, the shame, the guilt… She feels as though she has hurt me by leading me on in such a fashion… almost as if she encouraged the behavior I partake in. I feel my eyes begin to wet again, but I force them dry once more. I don't deserve to cry, I don't deserve a single thing. I must be worthless for my family and closest friends to deem me as a liar, and state that I had intended the glass to end my life.

"Forget it Sam, I know how you feel…" I glare at her in betrayal. I thought that I could count on her… sure she defended my case for a while… but after a mere few minutes it became apparent that she believed the evidence that my family and Tucker provided for me to attempt suicide. Apparently no normal person would inflict such wounds upon themselves. It's not rational…

Since when have I ever been rational?

"What do you mean Danny?" Sam asks, but despite her attempt at covering it, I can hear the shame in her voice. I glare daggers at her. How dare she imply that she doesn't know what I'm speaking of?! How dare she?! I had given her my trust, told her the secrets of my heart and she disregarded them… and now she dares to disregard the fact that she knows this? I huff and sit up in my hospital bed, the stiff sheets rubbing slightly uncomfortably against my skin, and narrow my eyes to the point I could barely see her face.

The face that I love…

The face that I hate…

The face that I need…

The face that hurts me…

The face that was there for me for so long…

The face that betrayed me.

"You know damn well what I mean Sam!" I spit and I watch as her violet eyes widen in shock, "You said you believed me! You said that you believed that I wasn't trying to kill myself. Now look at you! You- you- It took only a few minutes to change that! Do you really think so little of me, that it takes only a few minutes to skew the mindset it took me at LEAST an hour to convince you as truth?" My breaths begin to shake, and I raise the back of my hand to wipe away the beginnings of the dreaded wetness. I bite my lip and look in pain and betrayal at the only friend I had that believed me for even a mere moment…

Now even that reassurance is dead.

"Danny…" She begins but I cut her off in sheer rage.

"No, no Sam. Don't you DARE 'Danny' me! Do you know the absolute HELL that I have been forced to endure on a daily basis, and to think, heh, to think you actually were beginning to understand? Heh I should've known better. Life NEVER blesses me with anything anymore. You wanna know what attempted suicide looks like Sam? Because I'm SURE I can work something out for you!" I growl and I watch as she gasps in shock.

"Danny don't you DARE talk like that!

"Oh you don't want me to talk? Well maybe I should just act! Maybe this is just proof that nobody really gives two shits about me!" I can't help myself and I just break down sobbing.

"Danny stop it! You know we ALL care about you! You know it! Me, Tucker, Jazz, and your parents! WE ALL CARE!" Sam leaps up from her chair and tries to embrace me in a hug, but I shove her off and look dejectedly into her striking amethyst eyes. I shake my head and stare in dismay at the sallow tiled floor.

"Then why are they not here?" I whisper, and she stumbles for a moment trying to find the right words. More like the right excuse.

"They're just scared Danny, they'll come around." I don't bother to repress the urge to laugh at that.

"Did you just say they were scared? Oh the irony! My family is scared of the freak half ghost!"

"You know I didn't mean it like that Danny." Sam says in what I suppose she believes I'm foolish enough to take as hurt. I know now she is only filled with lies…

And that hurts more than I have the pride to admit.

So I retort in the first defense that can come to mind.

"You IMPLIED it."

"I did no such thing!"

"Just leave me alone Sam!" I shout in frustration. I'm done with her, with everyone, with life in general.

"EXCUSE ME? Do you want me to leave? Because I'll freaking leave!"

"Then do it! Leave me alone dammit!" I scream at her and throw the crappy hospital right in her lying face. She shoves it aside, spews a slew of cuss words and stomps to the door. But before she leaves she turns around, and I feel the onslaught of guilt feed into my very being as I see her face was marred with tears.

"I was only trying to help you Danny." She whispers before she slams the door behind her leaving me alone.

All alone…

Isn't that what I wanted?

Who's the liar now Danny?

…You. Lying to yourself…

I look to the window.

Maybe…

I slide off my bed and head over to the window. I try to open it, only to realize that it's locked… well no shit Sherlock you're in a suicide ward. I roll my eyes and transform into my phantom half. I wonder vaguely if there are any cameras in the room… I know I should care but I can't bring myself to. I allow myself to become intangible and I launch myself from my hospital room, into the clear skies no other teenager could ever hope to know as well as I.