Danny Phantom Fan Fiction ❯ Save Me From The Darkness ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Sam had been alone for a good portion of her life, her parents more concerned with what was happening outside their home than what was going on inside. While it seemed that they were the best parents on the outside, the inner workings of their family were both kept secret and strict. Their daughter was to be married off to a man of their choosing and when that time came they would sign her over without a choice given to the raven haired female.

Said Goth was outside her home, in the spacious backyard, looking forlorn as she glanced around the vibrant garden that her mother kept up... well, her gardeners did. Her mother wasn't one to given the role of caretaker. She wasn't a good mother and would only cause the plants to wither and die if she were allowed to take care of them. The thing was that with all that she had tried to instill in her young child, none of it had stuck. The raven haired beauty cared not for the riches in her grasp or the power that she could hold over another human. She was her own person and as such held her own thoughts and beliefs.

Her amethyst orbs narrowed when she heard them come home, another morning at the Yacht Club with their boring friends talking about how much money they had or another marriage arrangement that had not worked out. There were no emotions shown when they were out and about, but when they came home all that could be heard was yelling. Curses were thrown about and hate filled the rooms. Sam always tried to avoid that, not that it was easy when she could hear it at all hours of the day. At the age of 15 she had found that without even being around others that she didn't want to be in a crowd, the feeling of being surrounded by the hate that her parents allowed to consume them, not something she wanted to be submerged in. The outside world was still unknown to her and with as many times as she had wanted to see beyond the walls of her large Victorian style home or the large rock wall that kept her indoors, she now knew that she didn't want that life either. She was truly stuck in between the two, neither one of them a choice she would make to live in.

Sam didn't want to stay in her home forever, forced to marry a man that she would never love since it would not be until their wedding day that they would meet. Yes, her family was like all the other wealthy ones in that respect. They still did arranged marriages and seeing how it had worked out for her own parents she knew she would not be happy in such a relationship. With that in mind she figured that as soon as she was eighteen that she would run away, run from this town called Amity and find herself a place that she could be alone or at least with less people around. She only had to wait three more years and that dream would come to fruition. The problem with her plan was the fact that one, she would have to use the money she didn't want and two, she knew little about the outside world to even find a place to call her own.

"Man, I can't believe that you bailed on me," a male voice stated, the sound of it just close enough that Sam rose a brow. No one came around her home, not with how hateful her parents could be when it came to their daughter. They sheltered her from everything! She had music lessons and even an art teacher came to help her become more like the trophy wife she would be destined to become, but she wasn't allowed to listen to music that wasn't the classics or to read anything that might taint her temperament. They didn't have a TV or radio in the home, at least not that she was aware of. Glancing back at the sliding door that lead into the living room of the house she moved closer to where she had heard the voices.

"Man, I don't know how you thought that I could help you with that ghost," came another male voice. Her brows rose at that. Ghosts? Were ghosts real? She had only read of a few stories with ghosts in them, Shakespeare and such, but she had always thought that the idea was fanciful or something. Could one live without a real body? "Hell, Skulker was in a mood today." Sam glared at the wall that was keeping her from the other two voices that continued to talk and she yearned to be on that side of the wall for the first time in her life. She wanted to know more about what these two guys were talking about. Without thought for what she was doing the raven haired teen reached out and began to climb the wall, her feet bare as she attempted to move up the wall with her long pink dress hindering her movements. The stones of the wall were hot to the touch, but she didn't care. She wanted out of that yard barren of any life save for the plants and there was nothing ho-

"Ow!" she cried as she cut her foot on a sharpened stone before losing her grip on the wall and tumbling back. Her head hit the grass with a painful sounding 'thud' and all of the sounds around her seemed to stop, or at least she couldn't hear them anymore. Her sight seemed to blur for that one second, but she was sitting up a few seconds later, her hand touching the tender spot on the back of her skull with a wince.

"Hey, did you hear that?" came the first male voice, his tone one of curiosity. The other male said nothing so when Sam looked up to find herself face to face with a pair of ice blue eyes she nearly jumped back. He stared at her, assessment of her person rather apparent before realizing what he had done.

"Y-You..." she whispered as her hand fell from the back of her head to cover her mouth as it gaped open. "You are in the wall!" His eyes grew wide with worry at what he had done without thinking, the small teen looking at him with wonder. He was curious as to why she didn't look afraid, but before he could back out of the stone he noticed the small glint of the blood on her face. He didn't know why it should bother him as he had never seen this girl before, but something about her unusual eye color seemed to draw him further into the yard. Suddenly she did look worried as she glanced over toward a door before turning back to him. "You can't be here!" she cried before biting her pink bottom lip. "My pare-" She stopped herself from revealing a part of her life that no one outside her household knew.

"It's just that...well, you have blood on your face." Moving her hand from her face she noted the small amount of blood that painted her fingers and part of her palm.

"Oh, I must have cut my head," she murmured. "I'll be okay." He didn't seem convinced, his eyes taking note of the cut on her the bottom of her right foot.

"And your foot," he pointed out. Her eyes narrowed for a moment. "I have never seen you before. Are you new?" It appeared that she wasn't going to answer for a moment, another glance toward the door making the male before her wonder what she was watching for.

"Danny! What the hell are you doing man?" the male on the other side of the wall asked, a bit of concern in his tone. "These rich people are going to flip when they see you!" Danny glanced back at the wall and then back at the female before him just as the sound of shouting filtered out of the home behind her. Her reaction was immediate as she quickly stood, her body tensing up as a voice called out, the tone making even Danny wince.

"SAMANTHA?! Where are you?" The girl before him moved quickly, her small limp noticeable even as she tried to walk normal. This was very curious to the blue eyed male, but he knew that he really shouldn't be seen and so without a thought he went intangible as the door to the home opened up and a red headed woman stuck her head out. Her teal eyes flashed when she noted the blood on her daughter's pale face. "What did you do?! We have a party to go to in an hour!"

"Nothing," the girl muttered as she frowned back at her mother. "I fell back and hit the wall." The woman didn't even blink at those words, Danny becoming uneasy with what he was witnessing.

"That is not how you talk to me, young lady," the woman snapped. He could see that the girl was shaking slightly, but it was anger as her tone betrayed her feelings.

"I am sorry, Mother," the raven haired teen said with a slight bow. "I will do better in the future." Danny watched the pair disappear into the home before the older woman slammed the glass door shut. He could still hear her berating the young girl several minutes later. He wanted to follow her, but turning with a sigh he went back thru the wall to find his friend looking rather antsy.

"What the hell were you thinking man? What if someone sa-"

"She did," Danny stated, not looking all that worried for someone with a secret such as he. His friend looked even more worried. "Don't worry, Tucker, she wasn't afraid and with what I saw before she was hauled indoors, I doubt that she would say a word." He glanced back at the wall that divided him from the girl on the other side. He would come back later. He couldn't figure out what was going on in that home and he didn't know who these people were, but he couldn't seem to leave that girl there knowing what he knew from watching that one simple interaction between parent and child. He explained to his friend about the small female teen on the other side.

"Yeah, well, she won't tell anyone anything," the dark skinned male stated, almost sadly. Danny raised a brow at his friend's choice of words. "This family is part of the wealthy variety and they don't let their children out of the house, well, out into the world until they marry them off." He had only thought that that kind of thing happened in books or even so long ago that no one did that kind of thing anymore. "They treat them like dolls, dressing them up and ensuring that they are the perfect little wife for a rich husband to tote around and show off." With one final glance at the large house the pair of teens headed off.

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Sam sat in her room, her dress for the evening sitting out on her bed before her, waiting for her to slip into the pale rose outfit. It was long, the hem of it falling to the ground with little bits of lace on the puffy sleeves and around the square cut collar. The collar was low enough that you could see her collar bone, but not enough to see anything more. She hated the dress, just like she hated everything in her life, but her mind wasn't on that outfit laid out for her. No, she was thinking of the boy she had met, the only one outside her family's circle. His bright blue eyes were burned into her mind, his raven hair falling over one of those eyes as he looked down at her injury with worry. No one worried about her getting hurt, no, just about the fact that she had damaged herself. If she had any marks on her she would be seen as damaged goods so with the aid of a maid she was patched up.

She would be given a bath to wash the blood out of her hair before she was strapped into her uniform and thrust out to be shown off. She would be pranced around like a prized mare when she wanted to scream and fight those that would do that to her. That only earned her a punishment and while you would think that she didn't care... well, there were punishments that could be worse than death. The fact that her father had filled her in on such punishments while her mother watched was degrading and made her feel like less of a person. Sure, they made sure not to damage her in a way that would shame them, but they did it none the less. That was only the more extreme measure. Most of the time it was starvation. She would not be fed for days on end, while they would eat in front of her. Shuddering at the thought she heard the sound of her bedroom door opening as a couple of maids entered to get her ready for the show.