Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.

_Sam's POV_

Hi, my name is Sam Manson. I'm a goth and an ultro-recyclo vegetarian. My parents are loaded with money, and don't except who I am or who I hang out with. I only have two friends; Tucker Foley and Danny Fenton. Speaking of Danny, I have a crush on him. He is also known as Danny Phantom, but only me, Tucker, and Jazz know his secret.

I wish Danny would like me back, but he is oblivious to my unrequited love for him.

I know the way I put that makes it sound kind of romantic, as if one day he will return my feelings, but it really isn't romantic at all. I'm stuck in what's known as 'The Friend Zone.' It's quite depressing.

It's times like this when I turn to cutting, when I'm depressed and alone. I know, I know, you're probably going to say something like 'Why would you cut yourself?' or 'Danny's not worth it!' But I don't cut myself just because of Danny, I do it for various reasons. Reasons that you will soon understand. But for now, all you need to know is that I'm in love with Danny Fenton and that I am addicted to cutting.

I walked across the room and grabbed my favorite razor, then quietly sat on my bed. I pulled my skirt up and swiftly ran the blade across my thigh. I saw the crack in my skin fill up with blood, then felt a stinging sensation. I repeated this many times until I had forgotten all of my problems. I then put my razor back and acted as if nothing had happened. I have been repeating this process for about a year.

I know you probably don't care that I cut, but that's the problem: No one cares! I wish that just one time someone would look at me and realize that I wasn't okay, that I'm broken inside. I wish I could stop cutting, but I can't! And I'm too scared to tell someone or get help. What would people say if they found out I was cutting? I'd be more of a freak than I already am!

I just wish that one day someone would care for me, but I'm just being selfish when I think like that. I don't deserve to have someone care for me. I'm stupid, ugly, fat, selfish, ungrateful, annoying, and I don't deserve to waste space on this earth.

Deep in my thoughts I heard my mom call from downstairs "Sammie! Your friends are here! They say you are going to the movies!"

"Coming!" I yelled down at her as I grabbed my money and went downstairs.

Guess it's time to put on my mask.

Okay, so here's the first chapter of my first story.

I know the first chapter is short, but they will get longer as I go along.

I decided to write a DxS story about sam cutting because I've read like 3 like it already. I'm not trying to copy anyone but I really like the idea.