heartbroken

pt.2

It's been years since Danny went missing. She was finally in college and it was her day off. She woke up and got ready for her day going into town. She was the only one of their friends that stayed in town after their senior year. Tucker left to Florida and danny was no where to be found, the rest of the school went their own separate ways aswell. The only one sam really cared about was danny. She worried every day wondering where he was, what he was doing, even if he was alive.

She pushed that horrifying thought aside and walked out the door into town. She passed the empty fenton house with a frown. The doctors fenton have been dead for a while now, killed by a failed experiment. Only a week after what happened. Luckily danny and jazz had been old enough to live on their own when it happened. She tried to see danny at the funeral but she was too late.

She sighed as she made it to her favorite place to get her mind off things. The skulk and lurk. She sat at her favorite table by the window and ordered a coffee. She walked around and started looking for a good book to read. As she was looking she grabbed a book only to feel the force of someone on the other side pulling at it. "Hey! I saw this book first," she said tugging on it.

"Says who," a masculine voice called from the other side.

"Says," sam finally gave a strong pull making the guy on the other side let go. "Me!" She looked through the crack to the other side to see the person on the other side was gone. She furrowed her eyebrows and walked around to the other aisle only to see it empty. "Huh?" She slowly backed away and shrugged it off as some ghost. Even if this town hasn't been seeing ghosts since the failed experiment there was still a chance.

She went on with her day occasionally thinking about danny untill it finally reached the night. She was bored out of her mind so she decided to go to the new club that just opened up not to long ago. She dressed up in a black and purple shirt and leather jacket with fishnet stockings and a black skirt with a green and purple belt and left to party.

Once she walked in the music was getting loud as it mixed with the voices of others cheering with whoever was the dj.

Sam sat down at the bar and got herself a drink just as the song ended. "Thank you amity and good night!," he called out before leaving. Sam clapped for him and took a sip of her drink. The announcer came out to introduce the next person to continue on with their party. But the name was enough to make sam spit out her drink.

"Now for our next musician, danny and the phantoms," he announced.

As sam saw danny walk out on stage, black and white hair bouncing on his head, silver chains hanging off his black and white ripped jeans, and black and white t-shirt covered by a leather jacket, everything went scilent. "Danny," she said quietly in disbelief. He took off his shades to find that he has one blue eye and one green eye. Sam gasped at his look and mismatched colors as her glass almost slipped from her hand. She quickly caught it and sound came back.

The crowd cheered as he started to set up for a song. "Hello, amity! Who's ready for some tunes," he called out earning a loud cheer from the crowd. He then started to play some music as the crowd clapped for him. He then started to sing.

Danny: I was pulling out my hair the day I got the deal. Chemically calm. Was I meant to feel happy that my life was just about to change.

Sam was amazed at his amazing voice and found herself snapping out her shock. She tapped on the table getting into the song a bit herself.

Danny: one life pretending to be the cat who got the cream. Oh, everybody said that, "danny is a dreamer." People like to tell you what you're gonna be. It's not my problem if you don't see what I see. And I don't not really care if you don't believe. My problem it's my problem that I never am happy. It's my problem on how fast I will succeed. Are you satisfied, with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life? High achiver don't you see? Baby nothing comes for free. They say I'm a control freak driven by a greed to succeed. Nobody can stop me cause it's my problem if I wanna pack up and run away. It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway. it's my problem, it's my problem if I feel the need to hide. And it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die. Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life? Are you satisfied with an easy ride? Once you cross the line will you be satisfied? Sad inside, in this life. Unsatisfied, praying. Sad inside, in this life. Unsatisfied, waiting. Are you satisfied with an easy life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life? Are you satisfied, with an easy ride? Once you cross the line will you be satisfied? black white( are you satisfied, are you satisfied)x4