You are all about to hate me...

Where the hell was I? it looked like one of the various school hallways I'd walked down thousands of times over the course if the past year, but there was a fuzzy quality about it, something that just screamed at me that whatever I was seeing wasn't real.

Then I vaguely remembered seeing Danny earlier and his sister saying something that really pissed him off before he flew off. There was a fight they needed him for, right? And wasn't that just after he told me he loved me? But, those events had taken place in a hospital room, not the middle of Casper High, so where was I?

It suddenly hit me that I was once more trapped within the confines of my mind. The damned doctors had said that the irregularities weren't anything to be worried about, too. Fucking idiots. It was partially their fault I was trapped her again, among the images of people I recognize but don't actually associate with. It was their fault I wouldn't be there after Danny finished the fight.

Slowly, the idea that none of this is real slowly fades away leaving nothing but a sense of a fuzzy reality, as if I'm living my life through the eyes of another person.

I force my way through each day, sitting numbly through classes without ever actually absorbing anything. It's okay though, because of the school's blocked schedule, all I have this semester are blow-off courses. Latin and English only require thought if you're a complete idiot, Chemistry only reviewed things I'd learned from the Fentons long ago, and Choir...well, if you couldn't pass Choir, there was a serious issue. Every once in a while I get the nagging feeling that none of this is happening and that I'm merely imagining days in these classes, but I force the notion away. It would only make things harder on me.

I don't know where Danny's gone, I haven't seen hide or tail of him all year. He never said a real goodbye, all I have is a fuzzy memory of him saying he'd be back. Danny said he'd be back, and damn it, I will wait for hm. He's my Danny, nothing but death itself is going to take him from me. He said he'd be back, and I will hold him to that.

But, for now, all I have are the memories that play themselves on repeat and the occasional fantasy (some more innocent than others...I blame teenage hormones for the less than innocent ones...) that forces itself into my mind. At lunch, I feel like I'm eight again as I sit on the benches all alone as the crowd passes by. I talk to Tuck sometimes, but he's slowly drifted away from me. Even after all we've been through with Danny, he's started to drift away after Danny disappeared. Maybe it's because I never really fell like talking anymore. I finally realized I loved Danny, and he disappeared altogether. That really is just my luck, no one else could possibly be such a complete failure when it comes to matters of the heart.

"There's a girl, who sits under the bleachers,

Just another day eating alone.

Though she smiles, there is something she's hiding,

She can't find a way to relate.

And she just goes unnoticed, as the crowd passes by.

And she'll pretend to be busy when inside,

She just wants to cry."

I found that song a long time ago, but now it plays on repeat in my head most days. Without Danny, I am invisible. No one really gives a damn about plain old Samantha Manson unless they care to know what happened to their favorite little punching bag.

If only they knew the kind of damage he could really do if he only cared to.

I'm no idiot, I know I've fallen into a state of depression without Danny by my side, but that doesn't mean I want to give up on him. He is my Danny, and he will come back.

Or, at least that's what I keep telling myself.

I saw the blast only a second before it hit. The next thing I knew, every nerve ending I had was filled with pain well beyond anything I was used to. I fell to the ground, fighting the instinct to hold the wound only because it was everywhere. The rings of my transformation washed over me without any form of my own control and the pain I thought could be no worse only strengthened in intensity.

In an insane moment of clarity, I realized this was the end. I was dying and there wasn't a damned thing anyone could do about it. No one knew enough about halfa biology to save me if they tried.

I had promised Sam I'd be back, and I lied. I wouldn't make it back to her. I'd try as hard as inhumanly possible to make it through this, but every part of my logical reasoning told me it just wasn't going to happen.

Tuck appeared by my side, shortly followed by Jazz, then by mom and dad. Everyone I loved, except the girl I had planned to spend the rest of my life with. Life is a cruel mistress, as soon as you bore her, she ruins what little is left of your life by taking the one thing you need most from your grasp.

I summoned what little energy I had left, only to be stopped by mom. "Save your energy, Danny. You will get through this."

I gave a weak laugh. "Bullshit. I love you mom, but I know I'm not going to make it." I focused what was left of my energy once more and forced it to do something I'd only really bothered with once or twice. I formed a rose out of ecto-energy and forced it to become purple. I hoped she would get the reference when she saw it. I meant it to remind her of that day after our eighth grade trip to the faire when I jokingly ran off with the rose she'd gotten and waxed coated for her. That was the day I first realized I felt something for her, I just chose to ignore it. Now, it was something for her to remember me by.

I held the little rose up, noting my strength was starting to go faster and faster. "Give this to Sam and tell her I love her."

Black started to close in around the edges of my vision as I was lifted into the ambulance to be carried away.

I didn't make as far as the hospital before the flames of pain disappeared and what was left of my life finally slipped away from consciousness.

I sense death threats in my future...

You all DON'T want to kill me for that... You'll never see the end if you do! :P

Comments and feedback are as welcome as always! (...even if it is in the form of death threats...) :P

Invisible One