Hey, here I am with another story! Not a one shot! I'll update whenever I want. This is all from Danny's point of view. Please read and review and if you liked fav/follow. I wrote this after a bad schoolday just to blow ome steam off. Yeah that was it I will keep the A/N short... On to the disclaimer:

Warning: Kind of torture and little depressing and kinda dark. ( Angst)

Disclaimer: I'm 14 years old... and I am a girl. That's enough proof, 'cuz Butch Hartman is obviously not 14 years old or a girl.

Just another day

Month One

My secret was out... They seemed to forget I saved the earth 4 years ago. I expected them to cheer that moment I transformed back... But I was wrong. After they knew Danny Phantom was actually a loser, they started to ignore me. I saw how they looked at me. Sam, Tucker and Jazz were the only ones in the world to not hate me... But Sam was forced to move with their parents because of me, Tucker died in a car accident 1 month after the Disasteroid. and Jazz was studying at Harvard... I was alone. Even my parents didn't love me anymore. Still wondering if they ever did love me... Even the ghost attacks stopped... Still Don't know why though... But I have my suspiciouns: I wasn't worth it. That day 4 years ago I revealed myself... Only with the result they started to ignore me, or even hate me... Since that day I had a daily routine. Every day was the same. How people threatened me and how they looked at me. By everyone calling me freak they took my name... No, I decided I didn't deserve my name. My eyes are watering... And once I had a name...

"COME DOWN YOU GHOST SCUM!" was what my parents always said, if they were in a good mood... Mostly not. They said I was a freak, not even from nature... and that I'm just some ectoplasm without feeling, emotions or a soul. They were wrong like everyone in the world. I DO have feelings! I DO have emotions! I DO have a soul. But I'm wondering if my parents have a heart... I knew it, I never had to reveal myself to the world. But it was too late; Even Clockwork couldn't fix this. Also because my parents forced me to stay in the human realm. They destroyed their ghost portal to break the connection with the Ghost Zone. Remember when all the ghosts went back after the disasteroid? And Vlad is in space... So I am litteraly the only ghost on Earth. Well, Half-Ghost... But still!

My parents expiriment on me: Everything except dissecting... maybe...; they need me ALIVE! Well, as alive as I can be. They electrocute me, lots of needles, blood samples, and sometimes they take some of my bone! Many times they are considering if they will dissect me, but they need me alive. No option. I want to run away... But I can't, Stupid ghost trackers and ghost shield. They think I am ectoplasm, they think I don't need to sleep, or eat. But again they are as wrong as they can be. They don't give me food, so I learned myself to eat as a ghost: Feeding of off people's emotions, like Spectra. I haven't eaten in 4 years. They also took my bed away. I sleep on the cold, hard floor. My bedroom is gone... Well... Not exatly gone but they made some extra lab space... I sleep on the attic in a huge box. They don't know.

Maybe they are half right about my emotions. I haven't felt joy, happiness or love in years. I'm not allowed to leave the house or to use my powers unlike they ask me for some research. I totally believe that since I know they just want me to feel miserable. I know. I always have known. I always have to use my strongest attacks on a dumy behind a big transparent screen; I can see through it. I see they don't pay attention at all. If they don't hear anything from my while I'm behind that screen, they push a button and I get electrocuted. I don't love my parents anymore

A few week after the disasteroid worse things happened: Sam moved away with her parents because of me. Her parents hated me more then before. It's not they didn't like me, they HATED me. I know Hate is a big word, but it is true. 100 percent. Tucker died in a car accident almost 4 years ago. He was 16. He was learning how to drive when there was a storm when he was in his car. At the wrong moment. There was too much rain to see anything and Tucker fell into the water and drowned. His car was locked. I wasn't be able to come to his furneral since my parents didn't allow me to leave the house. Jazz went to Harvard and became psychiatrist. She is one of the bests of the world and is now travelling somewhere in Europe or Asia, I think. I can't have contact with her. I don't have a phone and and most of the day on that box on the attic.

When Sam's parents heard about the disasteroid and me, they decided to move. It was me gone. Like in gone gone. Or they moving to the other side of the world. They chose the second option. Why? My parents needed me alive and promised them they would torture me. I hate them.

And that was only the first month...

Why do I enjoy writing this? I really enjoy writing this! Is it bad I enjoy writing this? Is that bad? Is that good? There will be more talking, But this was just the prologue and month one. . . . . Hope to see you soon, ~CrayonPencil