NUMB

OK so this story was inspired by the song numb by linking park. So obviously I don't own the song or the show 'danny phantom'. The show belongs to butch hertmen who should try to get danny phantom back harder then hes trying to now. Ok so enjoy the story and flames will be used to fuel my flame thrower and used to fire at my brother. Enjoy the story.

Samantha manson was walking to school like everyday wearing what she wears every day. Of course that's her mothers fault. Her mom picks her clothes. Today, like everyday, she chose the white mini skirt and baby pink long sleeved top. Samantha's red hair was in its usual style. In a low half pony tail. Samantha was the most popular girl in school, guys fawned over her and her parents dress her in pink. This was samantha's life and she just loved it. And here she just arrived and the heaven she called hell. School.

"Samantha! Samantha! Guess what! You were nominated for prom queen!" a latino girl yelled to her running up.

"um.. paulina I'm only a freshman. I can't be prom queen. Only seniors are." Samantha said with a sigh.

"but they nominated you!"

"yes but I won't accept. It belongs to a senior girl. Not a freshman girl." Samantha opened her locker to show it full of lavender and pink.

"you can't reject it! You have to accept! It will so up your popularty!"

"sorry pauli I'm not accepting it. Now lets get to class." Samantha said and walked away and instead of going to her class she went to the janitors closet. Samantha hated her life. She just wanted to end it. Her father beat her. She was thought to be popular and happy but she wished she was an outcast. And she loved the color black. Not pink, but black and she HATED being called Samantha, she wants to be called sam. She wants to be an individual. She wants to write books and storys. Her mom is making her act. Sam HATES acting, almost as much as the color pink. In the closet she pulled out her pen and rolled up her sleeve. Sam was a closet emo. That even meant the cutting. Yes cutting, which is what she was doing now. Her arm was full of scars. One of these days she should open them all much deeper and just end this hell she calls life.

The bell rang and sam put on band-aids and went to the morning assembly. She got there and the curtains were closed. She sat at the front row like always. The principal came up and made an announcement.



"ok students today before the school news we will actually start today with a band. Please meet the phantoms!" the curtains open and there at the microphone was a very cute boy with black hair and bright azure eyes. He was wearing all black, silver, blue and green.

"good morning casper. My name is danny fenton and I'm an outcast at this school. I have a dedication to the song we will play. Its dedicated to a certain girl who was in the park last night at mid-night. If your wondering how I know. I was there. Heres to that girl."

Sam was surprised. That was her. He saw her!

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)

Sam pov

Yesterday my mom got made at me for being late since I was out with friends. She was the one who told me to go with them. No matter what I do I can't do anything right!

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take



I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

It all made sense now. She had to tell her mom what she want to be, what she wants to do. But first i have to thank danny fenton. Well nows the chance the band is getting to their seats in the audience. I got up and walked over to him. He saw me and smiled.

"hey princess. What can I do for the royal princess."

"nothing. You've done enough as it is. Thank you." She said and kissed his cheek and ran to the door to go home and talk with her mom. Danny smiled.

At sams house NO POV

Sam walks in the front door and her mom is sitting in the parlor right next to the door. Pam goes to investigate after hearing the door open.

"Sammie? What are you doing home?"

"mom I have to talk to you."

"ok I'm listening." Her mother said in a stern voice.



"mom. Look I know you want me to be pretty and popular but I'm not happy. I love the color black. I hate the color pink. I want to be a writer and I hate to act. I don't want to be popular. I hate paulina and I want to be an outcast."

"Sammie. How could you. Being popular and being an actress is your dream…"

"no that's your dream mom. And you know what else dad beats me! That's right when you leave he beats me! All those accidental falls down the stairs were actually purposeful pushes down." Sam began to cry.

"WHAT! No one hurts my baby! Mark!" her husband walks down the stairs.

"mark I want a divorce. How dare you hurt my daughter! I'm going back to sammies father once and for all."

"you little brat. You told your mother now you will pay!" mark yelled to sam. Sam cries harder and trys to hide.

"get out of my house before I call the police mark." Pamala yelled.

"fine! But I'll be back. And I'll get my revenge." Mark ran out the door and slammed it shut.

"Sammie honey, You can come out." Sam came out of the closet.

"mom I'm going to go do a couple things. Just real quick." Sam said slightly shaking.

"ok honey. I'll be out here when your done." Pam said concern in her voice.

Sam went upstairs to begin her transformation. One and a half hours later sam's foot steps were heard but heavier. Pam jumped up to see what her daughter was doing for the past hour and a half. She saw sam and gasped. Sam was wearing a long sleeved black top, which stuck to her body like a second skin, that was tucked into her baggy, black pants covered in lavender zippers and chains, her hair was black and cut to her shoulders and put up in a high half ponytail. Her shoes were big combat boots with steel toes. She had black eyeliner, purple lipstick, and dark purple eye shadow.

"sammie……i..i…oh Sammie what have you done! You cut your hair! Your wearing that horrid color! How could you!" pamala screamed.

"with a packet of dye and a credit card." Sam said dully yet with a huge smile on your face.

"go change this instant!" pam yelled.

"nope sorry mom. Need to go to school." Sam said with a smirk and walked out the front door. She got to school and as she walked through the doors the whole student body gasped. Then paulina came running up to her screaming.

"Samantha what have you done!" paulina yelled.



"something I should have done a long time ago. Paulina. I hate you. I think you're a slut and a skank." Sam told her calmly then walked away to find the boy who made this possible. She was hoping this was the beginning of a great friendship, a great life, and perhaps that danny fenton will be more then just a friend. But that is something that will be found out later on. Now it was time to start high school for real. She is no longer numb.

Fin

OK EVERYONE THERE IT IS. I AM WRITING THIS ON THE CAR RIDE. IT IS SATERDAY JULY 14 AT 4:22 AND SINCE YOUR READING THIS ITS POSTED SO REVIEW. OH THE REASON I'M WRITING THIS IN A CAR IS BECAUSE I AM MOVING TODAY. I'M WITH MY GRANDPARANTS AND MY BROTHER AND MOVING UP NORTH. WISH ME LUCK WITH MY NEW LIFE AND REVIEW. THEY MAKE ME HAPPY!

Ash AKA TINK3