Hi, it's Madi! I know I owe a chapter on Broken to Silence, and I am working on it! I'm really just a slow writer. I'm posting this just to show my own writing because what's up of B2S is not my writing, it's mostly adopted! So this is all me; no beta or anything. I'll let you read now...

"Stupid fruitloop" Danny muttered sometime after Vlad had flown away. It had been a particularly long night of ghost hunting before Vlad had shown up. They had fought and argued for hours until Vlad nearly knocked Danny unconscious by throwing him head first into a large stone wall. He'd then given a ridiculously long-winded speech about why Danny should join him or something. Danny hadn't really been listening in his woozy state.

Danny was getting really sick of Vlad and his attempts to adopt him or whatever. Sure he couldn't claim to hate the man as much as he'd originally thought he did, but it was still unsettling to have someone try and make you into their evil apprentice!

Now it was 2:30 AM and Danny was beyond tired, beyond even exhaustion. He was fighting off sleep every time he blinked as he flew home, knowing it wouldn't be very smart to fall asleep with his head bleeding. He was just praying his parents hadn't noticed his absence. He'd been late for curfew quite a few times lately, not that his parents ever noticed. They were always too busy tinkering with some device designed to kill him (his ghost half). In fact, the only reason Danny was worried about getting caught is because his punishments had been getting worse and worse. He was starting to get scared even.

As Danny approached the house he thought his prayers had been answered. The lights in his home were off, save for the large neon "Fenton Works" sign on atop the house. Relief flooded his chest; no longer worried about being caught, Danny indiscreetly phased through his front door before transforming into his human half; sending a flash of light throughout the room and revealing his parents sitting on the couch together, now staring at him. They looked absolutely horrified.

Danny was flat out panicking. He'd worried about this happening so many times, and thought about what he would say or do. Now he was too shocked and terrified to form a coherent sentence.

For a minute Danny's parents stared blankly at him before the ghost boy began rambling, "Listen, it's not what you think, there was an accident, and I'm a good ghost and I try to help people. I didn't do anything to Danny, it's me both times, we look alike right? I'm so sor- OW!" He was cut off by his father punching him in the face. He flew back into a wall for the second time that day. He blinked several times to clear his vision and found some large ecto-guns pointed directly in his bruised face.

Danny couldn't believe it; his parents were rejecting him. He'd always been so sure that they would immediately accept who he was, that they'd love him no matter what. He was apparently very wrong.

Danny just sat there dumbly as his mother yelled, "You're no son of mine! I won't have a ghost as a son! I'll kill you before I admit you're my son!" Danny felt his heart break at his mother's harsh words; how could she say something like that? As he lay there, holding back tears, his parents began to shoot at him. That's when he finally changed back into his ghost form and flew away but, before he could, his mother managed to get three painful shots on him. Danny screamed in agony as his shoulder, stomach, and left side were all punctured by bullets. It took all his willpower not to fall out of the air, and somehow he managed to keep flying and get out of his house.

There had been some kind of ecto-repellent on the bullets and it made it feel as if his entire body was burning, the pain was nearly unbearable. He was void of all energy. It was pure adrenaline that kept him going until he reached his goal; the park. He had hidden a small, yet well stocked, medical kit there near a statue for emergencies during ghost fights.

Danny flew as quickly as he could, considering his injuries, this means that he was going at quite a slow rate. Tears were streaming down his face from both the physical pain, and the infinitely worse emotional pain. There was nothing to even compare it to; no situation that had ever caused him so much heartache. Heartache isn't even a good way to describe it. Danny felt as though someone had taken every organ in his chest and frozen it with the strongest of ice. It would have been less painful to hear that the world was going to end in a matter of hours, or that he had some deadly, terminal disease. Anything, honestly, would be better than this.

Danny was feeling weaker and weaker as he flew to his hiding spot: he knew he was sure to pass out from blood loss very soon. In fact, he was so weak he fell out of the air onto his poor abused body. He heard a sickening crack, before feeling even more pain, this time in his arm. The agony was unbearable He could barely think past the throe, yet he knew he had to keep going or he would die where he lay. So, from some unknown reserve, Danny found the energy to crawl his way slowly and painfully over to the bush he had buried the kit in. After rummaging around desperately he finally grasped the cold plastic handle. Sadly though, it appeared that he was too late. His vision blackened and with a small, rather loud grunt, he fell to the ground, bleeding, broken and unconscious.

Yes, I know very short! I have more written already, I just wanted to post this to see the reaction. If I don't get totally flamed I WILL post the rest of what I have tomorrow or Thursday! So PLEASE you HAVE to let me know what you think or else I won't know what to fix! Leave a review, PM me whatever! I love talking to people so if you just want to PM me about random crap go for it! Again I LOVE chatting with people, so feel free to send me a message about anything.

P.S. Can I curse in T rated stories? I'm not 100% sure...

-Madi