...I killed my own soul writing this.

The arguing didn't stop, even though it went on for hours and echoed through the whole house. Sam did her best to drown out her parents, but she knew it was something she couldn't avoid, it happened all the time now. They argued about her, every time it was about her, and that was something she couldn't change, because she didn't think she would ever change. This dated back to a couple of months ago, back when Danny was in a ghost fight. Her and Tucker had offered to help him, but he assured that he could handle it alone. He couldn't. Minutes went past. Hours went past. And when it was the next morning, he still didn't show up, because he couldn't. Authorities found him in the middle of the street, and claimed the cause of death was blunt force trauma, but didn't know what had killed him for his ghost identity was still hidden along with ghost fights.

You heard right, Danny Fenton was dead.

His ghost side was still a secret, and that's what killed Sam on the inside. Danny would go down as the boy who was killed by an unknown force, not the boy who was killed protecting this town. Nobody would know just how many times he put his life on the line even for the people who hated him the most. Because that was Danny. He was selfless and noble, and Sam doubted she would meet another person with a heart as good as his was.

Ever since then Sam had never been the same, along with Tucker as well. She didn't leave her room for days, she cried for weeks even after the funeral, and even now, eight months later, she still wasn't right, and that's what her parents argued about, and Sam couldn't take it.

She walked down the stairs and left the house, walking down the street. On days like these, she would run down the street until she saw the green neon Fenton sign, but that was gone now, and so was he. After a while, Danny's parents and sister couldn't handle being in Amity Park any more and moved away, and now the building that Sam stood in front of wasn't the house she used to know so well. Now it was stripped and bare; no opt center, no neon sign, no ghost inventions, no people inside roaming around.

It started to rain, but Sam barely noticed it. She was thinking the one thought that always swam around in her head. If she and Tucker had been there, would this still be the outcome? Would Danny be alive if her and Tucker helped him despite what he said? But it was too late for that, too late for second chances, too late for apologies, too late for confessions, too late for Sam to tell him how she felt. Because she was in love with Danny Fenton. Her best friend. But he'll never know that.

Without Danny, she was weak. Even if she acted like nothing phased her when he was around, he was the one actually holding her together. He was her rock. He was her strength. Now that he wasn't here, who was she?

She could feel a stinging in her knees, and that's when she realized at some point she had collapsed onto them, and even though rain was running down her face, she could still tell she was crying. Because everything was gone. Her best friend. Her love. And everything else that he made her. Gone.

So yeah, I had this as an idea for a while but never actually wrote it until today... so review please. I'd appreciate it :)