I'm just gonna go straight to the story.

Monday arrived much quicker than Sam and Danny expected. They came up with the excuse of a science project of sleep deprivation and needed to be with each other for the weekend to keep each other up. Though they did stay up much later than they should have, they did sleep quite a bit, surprisingly not getting caught.

Danny met Sam at her locker after gathering up his book from his locker for the day. "Hey," he said.

"Hi," she said nervously.

"You ready?" he asked. He knew she wasn't but it was for her own good. She needed to talk to somebody, whether she wanted to admit that or not.

Sam shrugged. "I-I don't know..."

Tucker walked up and said, "You don't know about what? Going on a date with Dan? He's perfect for you, you know. You two w-"

"Tuck!" Danny cut him off. "I wasn't asking her out! And even if I was wouldn't be your business so butt out."

"Wow, someone's on their period..." Tucker teased. Danny didn't find it humorous. Tuck sighed. "Fine. I'll leave you alone. I have other people to see." He walked away dramatically and tried to hit on a girl but failed miserably.

"Sometimes he needs to learn to mind his own business," Danny commented. Sam gave him an "I agree" look and continued to exchange books with her locker. Once she was finished, Danny took her hand in his. "C'mon. Let's go." He nodded his head towards the guidance office and led her towards it.

"D-do I have to?" she asked. "I-I mean why don't we just find a therapist or something, yeah? I mean, w-we don't h-have to bother her; sh-she probably doesn't care."

Danny put a finger on her lips. "You stutter when you're nervous. And I understand. But you gotta hold up your end of the bargain now. I'll be there with you holding your hand, I promise," he said, squeezing her hand tighter.

She took a deep, staggered breath and they walked into the guidance office. "Hi," Danny started, "um, can we talk to Dr. Howell, please?"

The secretary darted her bored eyes to the door with the label "Dr. Alice Howell" on it. Danny smiled and led himself and Sam to the door. He knocked quietly in case she was on the phone before entering. Thankfully, she wasn't. "Hi...um, I'm Danny Fenton, this is my friend, Sam. Sam Manson. Um...can we talk with you for a little bit?"

"Yeah, of course. Come on in," she said sweetly. She was younger than the other guidance counselors on campus; she had long, softly curled hair with blue-green eyes. Everyone thought she was beautiful and some of the pervert guys have hit on her even though she was engaged and way too old for them. "Close the door," she said once they were both in. "So. What's up?"

Sam looked over at Danny, hoping he would do most of the talking. It was quiet for a couple moments before Danny finally spoke up. "So, uh, the other night, umm...I-I saw Sam doing some things I just don't understand why she would do and...we made a deal that if I stayed with her all weekend, we would come talk to you."

Dr. Howell gave him a confused look. "What kind of 'things'?" she asked.

Danny looked over at Sam who was staring down at the ground, twiddling her thumbs. He took a deep breath before answering. "I was going to surprise her with a special showing to her favorite movie," he lied, "so I climbed up onto her balcony, like I always do, to show her. It was late at night and I'm glad I was there when I was." He paused and took another deep breath before continuing. "I peered into the glass doors to make sure Sam was still up. She was, but she wasn't doing what I was expecting her to be doing." He looked over at Sam again. He could see her trying to hide her face but he could still see the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"What was she doing, Danny?" Dr. Howell asked.

One more deep breath and he said, "I-I saw her cutting herself. Then burning herself. I-I couldn't believe my best friend was doing that!" Tears were now rolling down his face too. "I...I froze. I couldn't move." Dr. Howell handed him and Sam a tissue each. "Next thing I know, I see her picking up a huge medicine bottle and opening it. I prayed and prayed that she wasn't about to do what I thought she was. She poured a ton of pills into her hand and I lost it." Danny was sobbing at this point. "I couldn't take it. I ended up revealing myself...b-by knocking on the doors. She opened the doors and I hugged her and hugged her and didn't ever wanna let go."

Danny wanted to be hugging her and holding her right now, but knew he couldn't. He wiped his eyes and blew his nose into the tissue and tossed it into the trash.

"Now, Sam," Dr. Howell began. Sam picked her head up and place her hair behind her ear. "What compelled you to do this? Why would you wanna hurt yourself? What pushed you to the limit?"

Sam was silent. Only a slight shrug was made. "How long have you been cutting and burning?" the counselor asked.

Sam glanced at her feet, the only harmed part of her body exposed today because she was wearing sandals instead of the normal combat boots. She saw the old and fresh scars. She saw the cuts, the burns, the bruises, all of it. She finally spoke. "Two years."

Danny's heart shattered. How could I have been oblivious for two years?! Why didn't I notice? I am a horrible friend. I suck. Sam doesn't deserve me. "Have you attempted suicide before?" Dr. Howell asked. Sam slowly nodded. "When?" she asked.

"Once back at Christmas time and before summer last year," Sam answered.

The bell for first period rang and Danny asked, "Sh-should I go?"

"No!" Sam answered quickly, gripping his arm. "No, you promised me you'd stay! Please, Dr. Howell, please don't make him go. Please," she cried.

Dr. Howell looked Danny. "You can stay. I have a feeling nothing will come out of her without you here." Danny laced his fingers with Sam's and squeezed it tight. "Look, Sam, for your safety, I have to call in the on campus sheriff, okay? Would that be okay with you?" Sam nodded reluctantly. "Okay. I have to use the phone out there so I'll leave you two in here real quick while I give him a call, okay?" They both nodded and she stepped out.

They both stood up and Danny hugged Sam tightly, stroking her soft hair as she cried into his chest like she did every night that weekend. "I'm so sorry, Sam. I'm so sorry for being so blind. I'm so sorry that I haven't noticed anything over the course of these two years. I am so sorry," he sobbed. He hugged her and never wanted to let go. She nuzzled her head into his neck, allowing silent sobs to escape.

The two reluctantly pulled apart when they heard Dr. Howell finishing up her phone call. Danny wiped away the tears on Sam's cheeks before they sat down. Dr. Howell came back in. "He'll be here in a moment," she said. "While I have you in here, Daniel, are you doing okay yourself? You can be honest with me."

Danny nodded. "I-I'm okay. I feel bad for Sam; I hate seeing her like this," he said. A quiet knock on the door was heard before the sheriff entered.

The sheriff was young, quite possibly still a rookie. "Hi," he said as he entered. He walked over to the only empty seat in the room. "So…what's going on?" he said, look at Sam.

Sam was quiet. She twiddled her fingers and shrugged shyly. It was quiet for a few moments before Sam realized that wasn't going to be enough. "Umm…" she began quietly. She pushed a small piece of hair before continuing. "Well, um, I'm sure Dr. Howell has told you everything."

"Well, not everything. She told me you were having trouble being able to cope well, yes? You cope in harmful ways, correct?" he asked.

She nodded slightly.

"You know that's not smart, right?"

She nodded again.

"And that suicide is a permanent solution, yes?"

She nodded once more.

"Okay…" the sheriff mumbled to himself. "Well, I'm gonna take her to Amity Park Hospital; they have a behavior center for this kind of thing. She'll probably be out of school for the next couple days of school—it's a minimal seventy-two hour stay if baker acted, which is what she will be doing because I will be her temporary guardian. The state requires this, okay Sam? If it didn't, I wouldn't make you do this without your parents, but it does. They are amazing, trust me. If I didn't trust them, I wouldn't send you there, okay?"

Sam was completely silent, probably terrified of what it would be like. Danny reached over to hold her hand. He rubbed the back of it with his thumb. He cleared his throat before speaking. "I-is there any way I can see her?"

"Yes, I believe they have visiting hours every day but I'm not sure if it's only family or not. I can talk to them and say that she wants to see her boyfriend during visiting hours," the officer answered.

The teens were both too scared to deny they were a couple. Sam finally spoke up to ask a question. "C-can he come with us to the hospital? Please? I'll tell you everything you wanna know if he can come. Please…" she begged.

The sheriff let out a sigh. "I'm sorry sweetheart, but no. I'll give the two of you five or so minutes to say goodbye, if that's okay with Dr. Howell." Sam looked over to Dr. Howell to see her nod. "Okay, we'll step out and fill out all the paperwork which should take several minutes and then come and get you, okay?" he said politely.

Sam nodded and Dr. Howell and the sheriff stepped out, closing the door behind them. Sam jumped on Danny as soon as he stood to his feet. He hugged her tightly. "Please come," she whispered.

"How?" he asked.

"You know how! Use your powers!" she whispered. "I don't wanna go alone, even if I can't see you, I'll be able to feel you. Please, I'm terrified!"

"Shh," he cooed, placing a finger gently on her lips. "You know I can't do that. I'm already late for class. I'll come immediately after school. I'll ignore Tucker, I'll ignore my sister, heck, if my parents see me, I'll ignore them too. I'm assuming you'll get a room and I'll come in there. I'll stay there with you until visiting hours and we can talk safely. And then after that, I'll 'leave' and come back to your room to say good night. I promise you, Sam, I'm not gonna leave you. Not now, not ever, not ever again. Never. I'm going to protect you. I'm going to make sure you stay here with me for as long as possible. I can't live without you…you should know that…"

With her arms already around his neck, she pulled him closer to her as she stood on her tippy toes. Their noses touched and they could feel each other's breath. "You promise?" she asked.

"I promise," he said right before closing the gap between them.

Well this was a lot longer than what I was expecting. I really hope y'all read all this. This is basically what happens when you tell a school counselor this kind of stuff. Trust me, I've been there and done that.

Anyway, hope you did enjoy it. It's really nice way to vent sometimes in writing.

Love you guyssssssss!

xxSam