The Phantom and the Goth

This is a fanfiction based on a pic i saw lately on Instagram. Im not so good in writing English fanfics so just so you know, sorry if i make grammar mistakes. Enjoy!

Samantha Manson didn't like furnerals. Sure, she was a goth, but that didn't mean she liked death, satanic rituals or sadness.

 She was a normal teenager who just lost her grandma, the only real friend she had.

Oh sure, Sam had Tucker Foley, technogeek who flirted a little too much, but her grandma was her only girl friend. That friend you can talk about almost everything, exept the things you talked about with boys, like videogames, or movies.

Now Agnes Mason was gone. Sam's parents allowed her for once to wear black, since it was a furneral, but she couldn't enjoy it. The fact her friend was gone (even if it was a relitive) hurted too much.

Tucker stood beside her, giving Sam courage to say a few words. He smiled at her, giving her the courage to walk to that little podium. Everything in the guesthouse was pink and decorated with buttons. Agnes would have hated it.

Sam said a few words  but she couldn't continue. Her tears made it impossible. She walked away, and Tucker pulled her into a hug. Tucker was a friend, yes, but not that  kind of friend. He was way too annoying for her.Sam's family and Agnes friends walked to the graveyard, in silence. Sam didn't knew so many people knew her grandmother.  But many of those faces she saw, were her parents friends. Kinda like the people Agnes hated. Yes, Sam and her Grandmother had many things in common. Not that that mattered now.Dirt covered Agnes' coffin, every time a little more. Slowely the coffin sank into the earth, hiding the dead woman for good.Sam stared at the ground, waiting for all those people to leave, so she could cry in peace. Tucker gave her a small smile before his parents demanded him to leave.'Sammy-kins, come, we can't let al those people wait!' Pamela Manson said. Sam's mother never really liked her husbands mother. Sam needed all of her patience to not go screaming. That would be disrespectfull.When Sam didn't answer, her parents left. Jeremy Manson did cry a little, but he had never the strong relationship with his mother as his daughter. They went to the guesthouse, to show their friends they would be okay in a few weeks.Pathetic bastards, Sam thought.And then she started crying. She cried for her friend, her Grandmother, the only one she wanted to talk to right know. But she knew that was impossible. Agnes was dead.It wasn't like Agnes died a heroic death. No, Agnes Manson died because of something simple.Old age. She was 89 when she died, and she knew she was going to.'Sam, honey. I love you. Don't let those pathetic bastards let you down. Promise?' Agnes had asked her. Agnes looked her into the eye, pleading and caring. Sam didn't want to cry in front of her, didn't want to show her sadness to this old woman. Agnes held Sams hand, but her hands were old and fragile. She was out of strength. 'I promise grandma.' Sam had whispered. Agnes smiled. 'Try to find someone you can spend your life with.' Anges had whispered, so soft like the wind. Her eyes closed and her hand fell. 'I'll try grandma.' Sam whispered with tears in her eyes.Sam sat at her grandmothers grave when the night came. She didn't want to leave. Her parents didn't want to bring their daughter. They wanted to forget. Sam didn't.

'Oh grandma.' she whispered. 'I miss you.' She laid her hand on the grave, only to feel the  dirt. You could see the grave was new. There wasn't a stone, and the dirt and the flowers looked fresh.'Are you okay?' a voice said. She didn't want to look. The last thing she wanted now was a visistor. 'Fine.' she said. The voice was manly, but childish. Like a teen. There was also a weird echo in it... 'I don't think so. You look sad. Do you want to talk about it? I have a lot of experience with the death.' the voice tried. Great, Sam thought.  Not only does someone wants to talk, it's also a guy who hangs out by the graveyard. Just great.'No.' she said. 'Alright. Just know, i'm here. If you need a friend, or a listening ear. Nothing much happens here, you know.'  the voice said, and suddenly a wave of cold air softly hit Sam. She looked around but she didn't see anyone. The guy was gone.