I woke up early Monday morning on the beginning of my senior year. I already had to go the summer without Sam, who was now three months pregnant with my child, and a half of the summer without Tucker. I was lonely and I didn't know what to do.

I got up and stretched my sore muscles from a night of training with my mom. Ever since she found out about my ghost powers, she made it her mission for me to know every fighting technique known to man and then some. I smiled tightly, and made my way to the shower. I got out of my clothes, past scars from self-harm white against my tanish skin, and stepped inside.

Showers were always the way I relaxed when I was stressed. I either showered or went to hang out with Jack Overland, one of my closest friends. My best friend slot was saved for Tucker, who is grateful that he still is my best friend, but Jack is up there. He understands what everyone else didn't.

I was extremely lost over the past years, and I had been in the hospital more times than I can count. I still have to go because of my condition, but I'll get to that shortly.

I was a self-harmer, sometimes I still am, and I attempted suicide twice. I overdosed once and was declared brain-dead once when I was in a coma after battling Depression, the ghost to blame for my whole mess. He moved on in the middle of the summer. I'm happy for him.

His sister, Cameron Smith, was there for me when Sam wasn't this past summer, and she and Stella Hoover have made themselves my honorary Sam replacements. Whenever I get hurt during a battle, Tucker calls one of them and they patch me up.

Sam barely even spoke to me this summer and only does whenever its a doctor's appointment. She sent me an ultrasound picture once with her thumb on it, but that's it. Sometimes I wonder if she just left to leave me. She's been in pictures with this French dude on her instagram, sometimes with heart emojis, so that's been making things ten times harder.

Harder to keep myself from falling back on hold habits.

I sighed, trying not to think about it too much, and shut off the water, shaking my head free of the droplets. I grabbed a towel off of the towel rack and wrapped it around my waist, running my fingers through my wet locks. As soon as I went into my room after showering as a human, I had to change into ghost form.

I set out my clothes, closed my door (I wasn't allowed to have it locked), and dropped the towel. Bright white rings separated my midsection and turned black hair into white and blue eyes into glowing green. I pulled on the clothes after that, black skinny jeans and a white shirt. Because I'm worth it.

I stepped into the neon green converse Tucker had gotten me as a joke, and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked better. A lot better. I didn't have to worry about letting anyone down when I messed up because the only one that got upset now was Sam, and she never knew. I smiled at my reflection and brushed my hair with my fingers.

I phased through the floor into the living room.

"No using powers in the house, Daniel." My mom scolded playfully, setting a plate of bacon in front of me. I smiled and munched on one as Dad strapped a bracelet onto my wrist to limit my powers. If a ghost attacked, I would have to have a teacher remove it. This was so students would feel better going to school with 'Danny Phantom'.

"I don't like this." I said, as my powers got locked near my core and my glow went away. "I know, but Principal Ishma thinks you will intimidate the students. She understands you have a medical condition, but the other students don't know that." Mom explained, tightening the strap and locking it on.

If I tried to remove it, I would get electrocuted, and that was always fun.

Ha, sarcasm.

I rolled my eyes and finished my bacon, making sure to drink the rest of my coffee, and grabbed my purple backpack.

"You have a doctor's appointment with Jacklyn after school." My mom reminded me. I gave her a thumbs up and exited the room, grabbing my car keys. I left the house and passersby waved at me. I smiled awkwardly, getting into my car and starting it. I backed out of the driveway and went to pick up Tucker and then Cameron.

I slid my RayBans on my face when the sun made it hard to see. They were really expensive and I got them for my late eighteenth birthday, since I was in a coma on my birthday. It was a running tradition. I was in a coma on my seventeenth and eighteenth birthdays. It sucked, but that's okay. I'm okay now.

I stopped outside his house, he waiting for me impatiently, Stella right next to him. I think they have a thing, but I could be wrong. Stella slid in the backseat and Tucker in the front. "Ready for school, boys?" Stella asked, a big smiled on her face.

"No." Tucker and I replied simultaneously. "So, Danny, I have a big question." Tucker said. "What's that." I said shortly, flipping off the person who cut me off. "Aside from Road Rage, why are you in ghost form all the time now."

I sighed, slowing to a stop at a stop light. "So, since I died almost died twice, something's wrong with my head. They don't know what exactly, but sometimes when I fall asleep, I stay asleep for awhile. Over the summer you didn't hear from me for a week because I was asleep." I explained.

Tucker's mouth dropped open and Stella gasped. "Why didn't you tell us?" She whispered.

"I didn't want to worry you. Anyways, me staying in ghost form until they find a suitable treatment helps curb those episodes. If I ever pass out in class, now you know just to take me to the nurse and grab some assignments. My longest sleep was a week and shortest was two days." I said.

Tucker shook his head. "Sam know?" He asked hesitantly.

"No." I snapped. I was still a bit salty that she left all of a sudden. Tucker sighed. "You have to tell her…" He said. I shook my head. "No. She can just go fuck herself with her new French boyfriend." I hissed. Stella's mouth rolled into a tight line and Tucker paled.

"She has a new boyfriend?" He asked. I nodded. "Check her instagram. There is a reason she's only called me twice, Tuck." I said sadly, pulling into the parking lot. I parked in my parking space and leaned against the headrest, pulling out my phone. We had twenty minutes till we had to be at third period.

Tucker groaned in annoyance as he typed on his PDA. "I'll ask her about this." He said. I looked at him. "Does she keep in touch with you?" I asked, anger lacing my tone. He nodded. "Yeah...but she's been telling me you guys talk all the time. You never told me otherwise." He said, accusation in his voice.

I sighed. "I know. I'm trying to get used to telling everyone everything again. Be patient please." I smiled. I jumped when there was a loud tap on the door. I turned and saw Cameron, glaring at me.

"Oh crap." I said, unlocking the door. "You forgot to pick me up, genius. But I forgot to tell you not to, so it's cool." She said, sliding into my backseat. My friend group now consisted of Stella, Cameron, Tucker, and myself. We were such a team.

...I still wish Sam was here. I still find her clothes in random places. Her socks were behind my dresser yesterday, and I think I cried for twenty minutes, and called her for ten. I left her some pretty embarrassing voicemails.

...I think it was time for me to move on. "Did I tell you what her deal was with me?" I asked Tucker as I got out of the car. Everyone exited and Tucker shook his head.

"Well, she told me that she would come home to Amity to have the baby and then go back to France to finish up her schooling. My guess is that she's just going to leave me with it and fuck off and marry her new boy toy." I predicted. He rolled his eyes.

"Try and talk to her today." He said, and I shrugged. "I call her all the time. She never picks up." I said.

"Try harder." Cameron winked. "Whatever you guys. I'm heading to class, I'll see you in a bit." I said.

I walked to AP Bio and sat down in the second row, my teacher greeting me. "Do you have your bracelet, Mr. Fenton?" Mr. Hugh said. I nodded, holding up my wrist. "Tell me if you start feeling tired at any point." I nodded.

I didn't talk much to other people these days, unless it was questions that they directed towards me that wasn't a yes or no. I pulled out my phone, hovering over the contact button of Sam and I wrote a message.

Sam [sent] we need to talk.

I sent that and took a deep breath. You know when you send a risky text and you don't think they'll respond right away? I was feeling that feeling right now.

Sam [rec] ...okay.

That was the first time she replied to me in over three months. I could feel my eyes glow intensely.

Sam [sent] if you aren't even going to try to be with me, I don't want anything to do with you.

I held my breath.

Sam [rec] danny...of course i wanna be with you! I love you!

I rolled my eyes.

Sam [sent] i'm surprised you can even read the screen with your head so far up that french dudes ass.

It was quiet for a few minutes on her end and then the bell rang. Mr. Hugh had let me text long enough and now the classroom was filled with students chattering. "Mr. Fenton, phone up." He said. I nodded, turning it on vibrate and putting it in my backpack.

"Okay class, I know that this is the first day of school, but I want you to go get a book and turn to page 2 and read the chapter over and take notes. Vocab is homework." Mr. Hugh said. I looked up at the ceiling and groaned along with the rest of the class.

"Fine. You may work with partners." He added, winking. I heard sighs of relief, but no one would probably work with me. They knew that I didn't say much anymore.

"Hey Danny." A quiet voice said next to me. I looked down at Star Anderson, who was smiling shyly up at me. "Do you wanna work together? I totally get it if you don't want to."

I didn't want to. Star always tried to flirt with me and look innocent.

"Actually, he's my partner, sweetie."

Thank you, Lord.

Jack stood next to me, smirking down at her. She stomped her foot and went over with Paulina, who rubbed her back. I high fived Jack subtly and we grabbed the books.

"I miss you, bae." He said, turning to the page number. "Yeah, I know. But you've been busy with Hayden and I've been busy with...no one." I grumbled, already writing down the vocab. Jack got busy on notes.

"Have you guys contacted each other?" He asked. I nodded. "I think I'm going to break up with her." I sighed, rubbing my face with my hands. I felt really upset right now. I didn't want to break up with her, but it was obvious that she didn't want me anymore. I wasn't good enough for her.

It's 8:30 and I already wanna go home. The phone rang by Mr. Hugh who picked it up and immediately eyes darted to me. He mumbled something and hung up, coming towards me and Jack.

"Mr. Fenton, you may be excused from Class." He said. I raised an eyebrow. "Wait why?" I asked, gesturing towards my work. He shook his head. "A Ms. Jacklyn is here for you. She's in the hallway. Take your stuff." He said.

I nodded, gathering my stuff and exiting the door. "Hey, Danny…" She said, quietly. "Hi…" I said hesitantly. "Look, some test results came back, and it seems that what you have is minor brain injuries, but since we can't see them, we don't know how to treat them." She explained. I walked with her, feeling uneasy rise in my stomach.

"We think it has something to do with your ghost side." She added. I nodded. "So...the Guys in White had a theory. Radiation is bad for the human body but helps in the long run yes?" She asked.

I nodded.

"So we were thinking either extracted blood blossoms or ectoranium would maybe help…" She said. "We would only do it if you are open to it. The other plan is that you just live with sleeping a lot all of the time." She said.

I had frozen when she said ectoranium. "I almost died the last time that I came into contact with blood blossoms." I said. "And ectoranium now that I think about it." I mumbled mostly to myself.

"...We will start you on medication for the injuries we think you have. We don't know why they haven't healed yet, but that is to be determined. We will only recommend the treatment unless its the final option. I'll call your mother. No need to come in today. If you start feeling tired today, go home. I don't want you sleeping for a week at school with no one to take care of you." She said.

I nodded. "Can I go back to class?" I asked, but as soon as I did, I yawned. She shook her head fiercly. "Go home. I will talk to all of your teachers and get your assignments. See you when you wake up."

I hadn't had an episode in a month. Why on the first day of school would this happen? I sighed and nodded, getting out my phone and checking my messages.

Sam [rec] ...i dont know what to say danny. im not dating him, hes my friend. the only one at my school that speaks english. i love you. what if i can by fall break?

I held in a breath.

Sam [sent] i dont want to seem like im holding you back…

I started walking again after that message.

Sam [rec] i dont know why i havent been texting you...mostly because im worried.

Sam [sent] about what?

Sam [rec] you, the baby, everything. my parents found out about the pregnancy and forced me to come to france with them. ...i dont know if they are going to let me go back.

Sam [sent] you are eighteen.

Sam [rec] they are still my parents.

Sam [sent] i dont even know who you are anymore. see ya. i gotta go sleep for a week.

I opened and slammed my car door harshly. Of course she wasn't coming back. They never did. All I did was bring people down and now they are tired of it.

I'm tired of it.

I'm tired of not living up to people's expectations and letting them down.

I started my car and knew that I had tears streaming down my face. I sped out of the parking lot and into the semi busy street. I tried to keep everything bottled in, but that didn't work anymore.

I pulled into my empty driveway, sighing in dismay. My parents weren't home and had a meeting with the doctors today. I put my face in my hands and cried. That was it. This is my tipping point.

I looked up with a blank face, tears running down my face, and got out of my car. I walked quickly into my house and into my room, towards my bathroom.

I looked at my reflection, and transformed back into human. I'm not dying. I can be in human form for a little bit. Black hair and sad blue eyes.

I know that I said I was getting better, but without Sam here, I felt like I was falling apart.

I pulled out my razor and phased one of the blades out of it. Nobody would notice it that way, but if I stepped on it and broke it, they would know.

I slid the sharp end across my wrist, reveling in the pain it brought. I made a few more cuts and then put the blade down, looking down at my skin. My eyes burned with tears and suddenly I was crying harder, holding out my arm and just letting it flow.

I did what I thought was best. I called Sam.

"Danny, what do you need I am in class!" She hissed.

"I need you." I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Well I can't talk to you right now. Go bother someone else." She said, and then the line was cut off. I started crying harder, holding my arm into my shirt, not caring that I was getting blood everywhere now. Sam now made it very clear she didn't want anything to do with me. And I don't blame her. I'm a mess. I'm a mess she doesn't want to clean up anymore.

So much for always being there and never saying goodbye.

I decided to tell her that.

Sam [sent] goodbye

I grabbed the blade and continued feeling like the whole world never wanted me to be happy.