D.I.D: 37 Personalities

Danny Fenton has been acting very strange; sometimes he won't even answer his name. After a trip to the doctors, the diagnosis was Dissociative Identify Disorder, 37 personalities.

Even before the doctor's I knew something was wrong. Minus the ghost powers thing. Sometimes I couldn't even remember simple days, I guess I am clueless. Wrong, I have 37 people living inside me! That's freaking insane!

Well, crap I am fading away. Tell Sam I can't meet her for-

Fonda : A sarcastic Cussing Goth, she is a very immature 14 year old.

Well, look who back? Is it me? Duh, assholes. I'm starving Jesus Christ, who the hell was in this body before me! Do they even fucking eat! As I go downstairs I slam into Jazz.

"Danny! Mom's calling you." I roll my eyes.

"If it's about some other invention about ghosts, I'm goanna bitch slap her." Jazz sighed.

"Is it- Fonda" I rudely interrupted her. I put my hands on my hips.

"Fonda? Ugh,- What did you just say!" I interrupted her.

"I said Fonda" Jazz said. I shook my head, what a bitch.

"You said 'Fonda? Ugh' like you didn't want me around! Aren't I your sister?" Why can't she remember my name? I saw her frown, when I said the sister thing. Maddie came along to see what the racket was.

"Danny, there you are!" Who in the fucking hell is Danny?

"There's no Danny." I said, looking around. I heard her sigh deeply.

"So which one is you?" I heard her mutter. Wow, I am so apreatated here.

"Fonda! I mean Jesus." I said. She put her hand on her head, man I must be a god here.

I went into the kitchen to grab toast. Then Jack came in looking confused.

"Danny I thought you hated toast." Ok, I was getting very pissed off.

"Dammit, who the hell is Danny!" I said. Dropping the uncooked bread on the floor.

"It's a guys name! And I am not a guy, I AM A GIRL! Do I look like a fucking guy!" I yelled. All I heard was a 'ahh' like something made sence. What the hell is going on!

"Fonda? I guessed because of the nonstop cussing." He said. I nodded, and he smiled. I smiled back.

"Atleast someone understands!" I grinned.

"How long have you been awake?" he asked.

"5 minutes." He nodded.

"Fonda, were going out to lunch in 10 minutes better not make a snack."

"10 minutes, 15 minutes to get there, 2 minutes to get ordered, 10 minutes to eat! That's about 40 minutes! What kind of bastard would do that to its child!"

I saw the look of defeat on his, face.

"You win." he said as he walked away. As I finish my meal, I start to get sleepy. I know I wont wake up until like couple of days. I put my head on table, before the fucking darkness enters me.

Jacob, a very quiet 4 year old boy. Barley talks. Always scared, or sad.

I wake up on a hard table.

"Ouch" I whisper. I hit it lightly, and walk away. I walk to see and big man crying. He's saying sad words.

He's talking to two red haired girls. One's big, one's small. I hear talk going on.

"I just don't get it, he's insane!" I hear the big man say. Insane? Does he mean me? I listen quietly. Is he going to hurt me?

"Jack sweetie, Danny's not insane. . he's just. . . different." The big woman said. There in the living room. Its very dark in there. Scary.

"Yes he is! He always acts so strange! Like Fonda! She called me a bitch because I told her to wait for lunch, to eat toast! Toast!" Water came from his eyes, poring down his cheaks.

"Dad calm down, everythings going to be OK." The girl with red hair said. He looked up at her.

"Is it OK? He's probally some gay kid, who is a total whore!" The woman and girl gasp, and the man coverd his mouth.

"How could you say that dad! Last night when he was Danny, he was trying so hard! He stayed Danny for 6 hours! The best one yet! And you call him a whore!" The girl yelled with an angry tone.

"Jazz's right, Jack. How dare you?" The big woman said. All the man said was "I'm sorry."

They shook their heads.

"Meet us in the car." And they went to the door. I look down at the floor.

I walked over the man. He looked at me and smiled, while I frowned.

I bitched slap him on the cheak. I read about how to do that on the newspaper.

"I'm not a whore." I whispered. And I went into the car.

Thank you for whoever read this! Whoever had a problem with Fonda's constant cussing, I don't want to hear it. It just her personality.

If wanted, give me idea's for people inside Danny's head! I would love that! Thank you so much for reading this! :D

Review please!