A/n: hey guys I'm back, I love this story if I may say so myself. Welcome back I feel like I keep leaving whoever is reading this on a cliffhanger. Well I know exactly where I'm going with this one it's just because this story is pretty hard to write cause it's almost like two different stories at once but you know I'll muttle through but anyhow enjoy the show.

Oh btw Danny's accident happened on his 14th bday. Tucker and jazz left a week after and sam is 4 months younger than them (tucker and Danny)

Chapter 6: just as broken as I

Sam's pov

My name is Sam Manson. I'm an average 16 year old girl. My mother makes me live in an unfurnished attic, and verbally, and physically abuses me, and my sister every day.

I can't speak with my voice. My own my put me, and my sister and best friend, under a curse. I know what you're thinking, that doesn't sound normal at all. Well believe me it does in my world.

My life has been so broken, as long as I can remember. Even before the curse, when I could speak, my mother was always cruel. Whenever I made a new friend, or would go out, the abuse would be more severe.

As I got older it worsened, I should've known, but I didn't, and now it's too late. I've always had this feeling, that she hates me. Finally I thought she was reaching out, just another one of her games, my last one if she had 'have had it her way.

It was my 14th birthday, the day my whole world came crashing down around me, the day I was cursed. "But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself, if you're gonna hear my story, you're gonna hear it right, and by right, I mean from the very beginning."

(A/n: hey yeah that part is from Disney's lemonade mouth I do not own just the part in the quote everything else I own unless I say I don't)

I was alone, and isolated until I was 10. I had never seen daylight,. The first ten years of my life wore pure misery. The only happiness in these times, were when I would simply sing to myself.

Sometimes I would have visitors, like my sister or my mother or even my step dad. Only for a little while, for the longest time, I felt myself hating my sister, even though she was my only true confidant. I hated myself for hating her; it wasn't her fault I couldn't come out of that room.

Most of my songs would be dreary and almost pleads for being rescued. I hated myself for that to; I never wanted to be the damsel, I refused to be, I knew if I would ever get out of it, it'd my own doing.

I never understood wh,y my own mother hates me so much, each night I would convince myself that in the morning, I'd wake up, and that hellhole life, would be just a night mare.

But no, I'd still be stuck in this dingy, forced prison. My rules were simple, I couldn't leave the room ever, they'd bring me my meals, I had a bucket in my room, for my restroom needs, and a simple black TV, which was the only way I knew what outside looked like.

Besides that, my room also consists of, wooden shelves, or boards lined up against the wall, in place of walls, and for the ceiling, there was a thick piece of maxi glass, serving has a roof. The floor consists of, the same material, used to make the walls.

The room was filled with spider webs, and cobwebs alike, not to mention dust, and dirt was my constant companion. A filthy dark purple towel, served as my bed, and besides the towel, the only other furniture was my TV, and pen and paper if you count that.

Nights would rarely get cold though, I always supposed it was because I had no windows or openings to the outside world. Back then, I was just waiting to die, because I had nothing to live for, I was truly alone.

Luckily even fate felt sorry for me, for on my tenth birthday, I was giving the lifesaving news that I could, not only see the outside world, for the first time but, I could also go to sage's school.

Finally things were looking up. Being a prisoner of your own mother, teaches you to never get excited over merely winning a game. It's already set that you won't only loose the championship, but you won't even make it there.

So I knew this was a fragmental win, but naturally I was grateful. Then just as the salt on the table, was almost sugar, fate reared its ugly head, and made it pepper. The kids at school taunted me, sage didn't condone it at all, but she was just one person, and Wendy middle school was an army.

With the head general and his mistress, dash Baxter and Paulina Sanchez. The rumors wheels began to turn, and soon I mentally begged to be a prisoner again, because weather, my mother or Paulina Sánchez herself, was the warden, I was serving life anyway.

According to Paulina's rumor's I was, a physco murderer, who ate my own twin in the womb. That was just to name a few. The worst part was, I was ruining sage's life as well, sage was Paulina's right hand girl, but all it took was her standing up for me, and poof, the it girl, became the hit girl.

By that I mean, sage's life turned from sweet to sour, in a mere matter of hours. Whatever Paulina said went; those who would challenge her, had hell to pay.

They called us, the sisters grim, they said we were witches, and would curse any who came within one foot of us.

I had ruined sage's life, and I felt it was my entire fault. It got to the point where, not even singing could make me feel better.

That was when I knew, I had enough hell to pay at home, and I'd be damned if I let Paulina make me pay hell, out in the world to.

So I set my sights on every outcast, every nay sayer, and doubter, Paulina loathers everywhere, we had enough, and we went going down without a fight.

All my life, I had wanted to see daylight, and Paulina wouldn't get away with sending my wish, straight to hell.

If Wendy middle school was a war zone, then me and my troops were going to, not only win the war, but bring peace to all.
My long blond hair was chopped off to my neck length. It was died raven black.

My pink, cotton, faux, Cinderella rags, were thrown out, and replaced by a prominently black and purple wardrobe.

Just like that the shy, and barely spoken, Samantha Dawson, became the outspoken, protesting, Sam Dawson.
Finally things were looking up, I had finally found me.

Huh, well fate had other ideas, we tried, like you can take the thorns off the rose, but it doesn't make it a daisy. If anything this only intensified Paulina's vain raft.

Even fate has to have a little sympathy though, because by joining the outcast together, we were more than troops, we were friends.

Time pasted, and I hit puberty, I even had a boyfriend or two. But my 11 year self-troubles' were far from over. My bond with my friends grew stronger, and I would begin, to go out more and more.

It got to the point, where my mother wanted to lock me away again, but thankfully my stepfather prevented it. This didn't subside my mother's anger though, if anything, it worsened it.

My step dad never knew the true extent, of my mother raft, he didn't know, how horrible she would get.

He worked a lot, but when I saw him, he treated me as if I was his own child, just like sage.
As I grew older, the abuse from my mother grew massively, when I turned 12. she would burn small parts a of my body.

Sometimes she would strip me of my clothes, and oil my naked body, and beat me belts.
She said it was the price I had to pay, for being allowed to see daylight. But still to try to love her, tried to make excuses for her.

At the age of twelve in a half, I begin to slit my arms, I was going to be bruised, and bloodied either way so, what did I have to loose, I began to think.

I soon began to take painkillers, excessive amounts of them, not enough to kill me, just enough to keep me here, to suffer.

In the house I was miserable, I never smiled, in my former prison, I didn't wish to be rescued any more though, I knew the truth then, it was only a dream, that would never come true. I'd have to put on a mask of smiles, and giggles, only to stop my friends from worrying.

Sometimes I would actually enjoy myself, away from the house, but it was a greater knowledge, that it would only be short-lived. I would have dreams, about a life when I'd be older.

There was this boy, all I could see of him, was his glowing green eyes. Those luminescent eyes, gave out a since of heroistic qualities, and comfort.

Although, that was just on the surface, if you read deep into those eyes, you could see that the boy who owned them was, just as broken as I.
My 13th year would be the best of my life. I would meet two new confidants. I also learned that love does exist.

Not to mention, I would not only met confidants, but a lifetime friend, nay a sister.

It all started four months before, the worst day of my life, the night fate once again, reared its ugly head, and cursed not only me, but sage and one of my other confidants, has well. That day was my 14th birthday.
I'm getting ahead of myself again though, it all started on July 1st.

Dialogue

13 years old Sam, and sage, are halfway on their way, to the nasty burger, and tucker and jazz walk up to them to ask for directions.

Jazz: tucker we have to get an apartment, and we don't know where the hell were going.

Tucker: jazz my pda gives specific directions on-

Jazz: tucker, come there's two nice girls, we can just go ask them.

Tucker: come on babe, I'll find us an apartment complex.

Jazz: ughhh fine you stay here, I'll go ask (walks towards Sam and sage)
Um excuse me.

Sam: hi

jazz: do you know where the nearest, cheapest apartment complex in town is.

Sage: there's one three blocks down, its call ghoulish meadows.

Tucker: hey I'm tucker, tucker Foley and this is jazz Fenton, my girlfriend.

Jazz: and your names

Sage: I'm sage Dawson, and this is my sister.

Sam: Sam Dawson.

Jazz: is that short for something?

Sam: yes, Samantha but no one calls me that, I'm just sam.

Jazz: I'll remember that.

Sage: out of curiosity, why are you two looking for an apartment, your barely older than us.

Sam: dude

Tucker: no it's a fair question, but how old are you.

Sam: I'm thirteen for the next four months, and sage turned 14 last month, and you two?

Tucker: I'm 14, I have been for the past 3 months, and jazz is 16, she's been since last month too.

Jazz: to answer your question, we um-

Sage: its okay, if you don't want to tell us, you know.

Jazz: no it's okay, we need to get to know some of the natives, and how can we, if you don't know us. (Gives tucker a look to see if he agrees and he nods)

Sage: something tells me, this might be a long story, why don't we all go to the nasty burger; we were headed there any way.

Jazz: aww we wouldn't want to intrude, on your meal.

Tucker: jazz she said burger, when fate hands you a burger

Tucker and jazz: you don't refuse.

Sam: oh your one of those people.

Tucker: what people.

Sam: meet eaters, so are all my friends, unfortunately, why can't you people understand, killing animals us wrong.

Tucker: oh no your one of those people.

Sam: and proud of it.

Tucker: don't expect to convert me, to your side.

Sam: I'd try but, fate's not exactly my friend.

Tucker: join the club

Jazz: guys bad luck is an absent of the mind, what you believe, will come to pass.

Sage: you're one of those people.

Jazz: what people.

Sage: an aspiring shrink.

Jazz: shrink is an ugly, offensive, word, I'm an aspiring physiologist.

Sage: whatever you call it, I think it's a bunch of voodoo, mind control, bullshit.

Sam: sage (says angrily)

Jazz: no Sam, it's alright. Sage therapy isn't mind control, nor is it magic; it helps people, who have psychological issues, and is very necessary.
There have been certain studies, where people with same, or similar situations one having therapy, and one not.
The results of the study, is that if therapy is conducted properly, and both the therapist, and patient are cooperating therapy is at least 90% effective.

(a/n: hey sorry to interrupt, o just wanted to say idk if this info is true or not is simply my opinion mixed with non-reliable facts. So don't go pming or reviewing me talking about that's not true or ya dada ya yak blah blah any bye)

Sam: um guys stop, sage your way out of line, questing her career choice , jazz just ignore her she's pretty opinionated. I'm hungry, and I'm sure I'm not alone, so let's at least start walking.

Sage: alright, jazz I'll try to keep my opinion, to myself.

Jazz: yeah, I'm sorry to, let's just agree to disagree.

Sage: agreed

Tucker: now that that's settled let's go eat.

Sam's pov

after that we all walked to the nasty burger. As soon as we got situated, tucker and jazz began their story.
They told us about their home town, the families they left behind, along with the reasons they left.

I and sage were really moved, at how we developed this almost instant trust. We told the most of our story; however they left some things private, like the abuse from
my mother and my seclusion, from the world for more than half my life.

After that day, we four were inseparable. Soon they enrolled themselves, in our school.

We hung out, almost every day. I learned to get used to tuckers meet eating, and technology obsessions. In turn, he learned get over my protesting, and ultra reclyco vegetarian ways. We even found some stuff in common.
It was mainly video games, and cracking on each other, we developed a sibling bond.

He had my back, and I had his, despite our occasional quarrel. As for sage and jazz, there relationship moved a little slower. It mainly started off as a truce, but slowly they became acquaintances, and finally friends.

They found small things in common, such as reading, and staying away from party scenes.
For the first time in my life, everything was right. But like all good things, that too had to change.

Now were back to where we started. The fateful night, that changed everything. I remember that day clearly; all the events play over and over, in my head.

I swear I go to that day, in my dreams, and it haunts me. There I go again; I'm getting ahead of myself, again. I had woke up that morning, really excited, 13 was alright, but 14 I'd finally be equal with sage, and tucker.

There's only two times a year that act really out of character for me, Christmas season, and my birthday.

I know I'm Jewish, just don't ask, I honestly don't have an explanation. Anyway, after I had woken up, and done my morning routine, it was time to invite jazz and tucker over.
Mom had already begun cooking, and John, my step dad, and tucker were watching, were watching the football game.

I had wanted a party, but mom said, that I was lucky that jazz and tucker, got to come over at all, and then slapped me for asking.

So here I was on my birthday/ second favorite holiday, eating a fucking dinner.
Yeah that's right I was born on a holiday, preferably Halloween. Jazz as Wendy, and tucker came as peter pan.

Jazz's costume consists of a pale blue night gown, and her long red hair was tied back, in a silky blue ribbon. Tucker actually saved up enough money, from his job as a high rate, service technician, to buy a real costume, so his pretty looked like Peter pan, from the movie. Sage a mermaid and I went as witch.

My costume was a velvet skin tight dark purple mini dress, and black fishnets underneath, my normal black chocker, and my black and purple witch's hat.

Sage's mermaid costume was really girly, and was and all pink, mermaid costume, that went with her brown hair, and piercing green eyes.

Sage, jazz and I, just hung out, in sage's room, until it was time for dinner. Sage's room midst well have been the fucking Buckingham palace, compared to my shit shack room, where I was forced to reside.

It was a very simple room, compared to what we could afford, I never really brought it up, but I assumed she just turned down, most of the fancy things, they probably tried to put in her room.

If so, this is yet another thing she had to give up, for me, and another thing I couldn't re pay. Anyway her room, had regular walls made out of cement instead of wood boards.

It was painted, a pale blue instead no decretive, she had a full size bed compared to my unsanitary towel, her TV was 102 inches compared to my small 90's style TV her room was also adorned with a computer, complete with a chair and desk.

The list goes on and on of the things sage had that I didn't. I'd rather not get into the details just yet, but you get the picture and it aint pretty. Pretty soon it was time for dinner.

Mom called us three down and everyone sat at the table. Just as I was pulling out my chair to sit down, my mother called me, she pulled me aside and said she wanted to have a private birthday prayer with me.

Finally I thought, maybe she will finally be the mother, I always wanted. Once again fate reared its ugly head and before I even knew what was happening, it was too late. The last thing I remember was, singing the song she asked me to, and sage and jazz opening the door.

When I woke up, not only my fate but all three of ours were set, sage lost her hearing, jazz lost her sight, and I lost my voice. It was my entire fault if only I had had paid attention to the signs.

Maybe I could have cried for help, or maybe I could've not gone down there with her. But I didn't and I did and now it's too late.

So now you're up to date, you've heard my story from the beginning. But there's still one more missing link to reveal. That might be the most important part, to my story, that would be my strange encounter with my best friend's brother.

Danny: hi I'm Danny Fenton.

Oh how I wish I could, speak to him get to know him, I wish I didn't have to say what I know I'm about to, but it's for his own good.

Sam: (picks up a piece of paper and pen) I'm mute, look, you seen like a nice enough guy, but for your own good stay away please.Danny: what, I don't understand, why would it be good for me, to be away from such a beautiful girl.
and he's nerdy to, he's so cheesy but perfect, wait no, I'm Sam Manson I don't swoon

Sam: cheesy.

Danny: maybe, I took the wrong approach. Look, im new to the town, and I'm actually trying to locate someone.

There's a lot of other people in this library, I wonder why he choose me to ask. I better set him straight

Sam: yeah maybe, we did get off on the wrong foot. But, I'm really the wrong person to ask, about locating people. I only really know two people. But out of curiosity what's this person's name.Danny: jasmine Fenton

No way, he said his name is fenton and jazz talks about having about, could it be? Only one way to find out

Sam: who is she to you?Danny: my sister

Well I'm finally right about something, this time I didn't want to be, whelp only in my life.
I don't know what else to say

Sam: oh my god

Danny: what you know her?
I really hate to do what I'm about to, I look in eyes searching, for my next words, I don't know what but something makes me want to get to know, this Danny.

But a want is but a wish, and a wish is but a dream dreams were meant for sleeping and wishes never leave the stars.

even though I hate to do the inevitable, I have to, here goes nothing.

Sam: she's my best friend, look. Danny, I really should get going. I really sorry

I hate myself for "saying" that, but I have to remind myself this is for his own good, just like jazz and tucker. Why is this so fucking hard for me, I look in his eyes once more UN knowing what to say.

Danny: why the hurry

Oh how I wish I could tell him, I don't know why though.

Sam: Danny believe me, stay away from the three of us, if you want to be safe.

I'm so sorryI had to say that Danny.

Danny: can I at least learn your name

This is getting too close for comfort I'll never forgive myself if he gets cursed to, so I do what I can think of, with one more look in his baby blue eyes, I get up and leave, without another swipe of my pen.

I don't know what troubled me the most about just leaving him there like that. Maybe it was the fact that I came off as rude, or maybe I was attracted to him.

But my biggest theory is because just like the eyes in my dream, they read someone who's not pure but just as broken as I.

a/n: hey wow that was a sucky chapter I so sorry about this late update I'm doing a shitload of stories at once, so hopefully this will last you until the next update if you don't get the title re read chapter two, the curse song is in there. Until next time.