I don't own Danny Phantom or anything else you recognize. But the story line is mine. All mine. :P
November 7, 2011
Everyone dies. Not everyone lives.
For some reason, that's the only thought that can form in my mind right now.
I can't feel my body. I know it's there, the pain is registering, but I can't feel my fingers or my toes. I don't know where my arms are. Where are my legs?
Why can't I breathe?
I hear people screaming. There's something in my ribcage...or is that my foot? All I see is red. Red and black. Black. White. God, that light is bright. Is that heaven?
Am I dead?
There's a man there. He's standing front of the light; I only see his shadow. It's warm here. It's so warm. The pain is going away, but I can't move.
"It is not your time, Samantha."
The light is changing. The man is gone. The warmth is gone. It's cold now; I feel the pain. I feel my body, every last inch of it. It's on fire. I must be in hell. There's something solid in my throat, cutting my breath off. I struggle against it; I'm going to pass out if I don't get a breath.
Something hits me in the chest, hard. The thing in my throat evaporates; I gasp for air.
Where had I gone? Where was I now?
There are people talking, voices shouting over me. All of their words mesh together into one loud wave of sound. I feel something warm and sticky on my face; it tickles as it trickles down my neck. There's something keeping me from turning my head...a neckbrace? I open my eyes. There are strange people kneeling over me, their hands tearing my clothes open. I try to swat them away, but a pair of hands catch my wrists and hold them down.
"Buh...I...uhnph..." I close my eyes in frustration. My words just aren't cooperating with me. I have the worst headache.
Calm down, I tell myself. What's the last thing you remember?
I got in my car. I was going to...where was I going? Oh, yeah. I was going to the movies, I was going to meet Tucker and Danny. I got in my car. I started driving. I got on the highway.
My favorite song came on the radio. The One That Got Away, by Katy Perry. I was singing along. I was dancing. I was hoping that I would never have to sing it to Danny. And then there were lights, bright lights. I was blinded. I was surprised.
What happened after that?
I couldn't see. But I could hear. I heard breaking glass and crunching metal. I heard squealing tires. Katy's voice was distorted before it cut off. I smelled gasoline. I felt myself being jarred and flipped upside down.
My head starts to throb painfully. Okay, let's just work with that, I tell myself. There was an accident. You were in an accident.
My thoughts start spinning wildly; I can barely form one before another comes up. What are mom and dad going to do? How bad is the damage to my car? Is the other driver okay? How am I going to get in touch with Danny and Tucker? What am I going to do about school tomorrow?
Am I going to be okay?
In a sudden wave of awareness of the seriousness of the situation, I feel every injury to my body. I cry out, my voice sounding harsh and strangled in my ears. I feel my ribs broken and bent at awkward angles, my left thigh is throbbing, my left arm feels mangled. I want to look, I try to look, but my eyelids are sealed shut. I want nothing more than to rip my soul right out of my body, out of the brokeness and force it into wholeness again. The pain is absolutely overwhelming. It was something I exsisted inside of, like nothing I'd ever known before in my life.
I feel them lifting me onto a gurney. The world starts shaking, like the ground is trying to swallow me in an earthquake. There was one last bump, and then I was beneath a spotlight. I forced my eyes open, and realized I was in the back of an ambulance. My eyes are closed again, and I register that someone is screaming. I wish they would stop, it makes the grating pain in my head a million times worse.
Wait, is that me screaming?
I'm in the emergency room now. How did I get here? I can hear doctors rushing around me, barking orders to nurses. Through the pain I feel pressure, like there are people poking and pulling at my skin. I'm scared, I wish I knew someone here. I can't understand anything the doctors are saying, but I register that they're trying to talk to me. My tongue feels as if it's been stapled to the roof of my mouth. I can't form words to respond with.
"Ma'am, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand."
I feel foreign fingers worm into my right hand. I do my best to create pressure, but I'm worried that my hands won't cooperate.
"There you go, that's it. Okay, is your name Samantha Manson? Squeeze my hand again for yes."
I concentrate on squeezing the fingers in the palm of my hand.
"Good, good. Now, Samantha, we've already contacted your parents. They're on their way. We're going to put you in a medically-induced coma..."
Her words begin to mesh. Coma. I'm going to be in a coma.
No. No no no no no no no no...
I feel the exhaustion creeping in on me. I felt the pain in my arms and legs receeding, as if all the feeling in my body was retreating to my mind. I feel the darkness creeping over me, and the last thing I remember hearing is the doctor screaming for an oxygen mask.
And now I'm under a sea of darkness. I feel weightless, but I can't move. Like I'm paralyzed, floating along. I can't really hear much, but it's not like I'm trying to listen. There are sounds, voices, all sort of melting together and waving around lazily like tall grass in a field. Each individual, but blending into the next. I hear my dad, telling me that everything is going to be okay. I hear my mom complaining about the quality of the food. My parents are here.
I hear music. I hear Katy Perry, Chris Colfer, Rascal Flatts, Lea Michele, Jason Aldean, Adele, Darren Criss. I hear The Band Perry, The Ting Tings, Weezer, Thompson Square, He Is We, The Script, Zac Brown Band, Simple Plan, The Fray. Lyrics are mashing together: You make me feel so sexy and I know it but if you can't look inside you, find out who am I to, be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty...they don't know how long it takes waiting for love like this, lucky I'm in love with my best friend...only worry in the world, is the tide gonna reach my chair? Are you gonna kiss me or not? Someone said you had your tattoo removed, Am I better off dead? Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said sometimes it lasts in love, and sometimes it hurts instead...
"What the hell happened?"
"There was an accident..."
And my mates are all there trying to calm me down, 'cause I'm shouting your name all over town, I'm swearing if I go there now, I can change your mind, turn it all around. I know that I'm drunk, but I'll say the words. If she'll listen this time even though it's slurred, I'll dial her number and confess to her I'm still in love but all I heard was nothing. She said nothing. Oh, I wanted words but all I heard was nothing.
"Sam? I don't know if you can hear me...but...I guess I'll talk anyways. I miss you. God, I miss you. They say the coma you're in is medically induced, but...You're still in a coma. I feel like I've lost you. I never realized how much I need you until now. I need you more than anyone I've ever known. I...I love you, Sam. I've been in love with you for years, and it's taken nearly losing you for good for me to realize that not telling you how I feel is stupid. So...so when you're awake, I'm going to tell you. I don't even care if you don't feel the same way, I just need you to know. So that...well...so that if I really do lose you forever...I'll be able to know that you knew how I felt about you."
I feel my heart skitter at Danny's words. I struggle to open my eyes, to part my lips to respond, to tell him that I love him too, but my body doesn't respond. I do my best to squeeze his hand, which is wrapped tightly around mine, and just before I slip away again, I hear him gasp.
It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark. Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart. You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it. You start to freeze. As someone looks you right between the eyes, you're paralyzed...
"This hardly seems like an appropriate song to be playing at her bedside."
"Pam, relax. She loves this song."
"It's not as if she can hear this."
"You don't know that. I was talking to her the other day and she squeezed my hand. I know I felt it. You don't know what she can or can't hear."
"I don't think this is in any way appropriate. Really, Jeremy, please. Change the song to something a little more wholesome."
Girl look at that body...
"Yes! Please, please, leave it here! This is my jam!"
"Tucker, shut up."
Oh, sometimes love's intoxicating. You're coming down, your hands are shaking. You realize there's no one waiting...
"She's waking up!"
"Mmm..." I hear myself making incoherant mumbles. Desperately, I press my chaotic thoughs forward, like if I push hard enough, the thoughts will come bubbling forth out of my lips. I'm awake I'm alive I'm here I can hear you I've missed you what happened to me where am I how long have I been here what happened to my car is the other driver okay Danny I love you too...
"Th...thrill...thriller," I mumble. Thriller. Really?
I hear Danny and my father laugh. My mother sniffs dramatically. Tucker guffaws loudly. With the most effort it's ever cost me, I split my eyelids open. Everything drifts slowly into focus, and I realize that a crowd of friends and family is gathered around my bed. My eyes immediately go to Danny; his cobalt eyes are clouded with tears.
"I'm okay," I whisper slowly. The tears in his eyes spill out down his face. He lets out a choked half-sob, half-laugh, before shoving past my parents and grabbing my right hand. He brings my hand to his face and presses his lips against my knuckles, his eyes trained on mine. I smile sleepily at him. "I heard you," I mumbled.
"I know you did."
"I squeezed your hand,"
"I felt it."
"I love you, too,"
He smiles, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. "That's the best thing I've heard in days." His smile slowly drifts into a small frown. "I almost lost you..."
"But you didn't," My voice sounds weak and tired, the way I feel. "I'm a fighter, D. I always have been."
"You just...you don't know how terrifying it was...they weren't sure if you were going to make it at first, you were so injured...I never planned that I'd be losing you, I always assumed that if any of the three of us was going to die at a young age, it would be me..." He glances behind him, realizing that my parents and Tucker had quietly vacated the room, before turning back and whispering, "You have no idea how much it killed me inside when I thought I would never get to talk to you again."
"What happened to me?" I ask in a strangled whisper, desperately trying to keep my chin from quivering.
"You were hit by a drunk driver," He growls, his grip on my hand tightening possesively. "He ran a red light and hit your car on the driver's side. You hit an embankment and your car flipped...twice," He swallows, his eyes closing briefly. "The EMTs had to rip the door off your car to get you out,"
I glance down at my body. My eyes rove over the cast on my left arm. "Every bone in that arm was crushed in the impact," He murmurs, watching me take in my new cast. "Your hip was cracked, but other than that, you escaped with just a few cuts and bruises. You were lucky."
"You said they didn't think I was going to make it at first..."
"You had a pretty deep cut on your head. There was a lot of blood. At first, they thought you had a serious concussion and possibly brain swelling, before they realized that it was just a cut caused by flying glass."
Despite the fact that I was more injured and disoriented than I'd ever been in my entire life, I can't help but smile up at him. He grins back, a look of bewilderment in his eyes. "What?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too." He leans forward and grazes his lips against mine, a soft, sweet first kiss. I smile even more widely when he pulls away.
"I can get used to this," I whisper.