A/N: A oneshot I did because I'm sick at home and have way too much free time. Enjoy and please review!


Just Like Peter Pan

I flew through the air, watching the people below continue on with their worthless lives. They're lucky. Every last one of them. But they don't realize just how much.

I watch as adults go to their jobs, children go to school, old grandparents take young kids to the park. Ignorant fools. Don't they see what they possess? What I wished I possessed but never will. Then again, you don't appreciate what you have until you lose it. I'm one of the few that have discovered the truth behind those words.

I had it all. Friends, family, fame. The girl I love loved me back, my parents accepted me for who I am. I was naïve, thinking nothing could go wrong.

I can't describe how inaccurate I was.

The signs started to show around my sixteenth birthday. Everyone's heard of growth halt, but this was different. I hadn't aged a day since I was fourteen. In the beginning, I just brushed it off. Maybe my body was just trying to figure out what was going on with my ghost half I thought. Maybe it was just a temporary thing. But eventually, I had to face the truth. And the truth was something I really didn't want to accept.

Doctors came from all over the world to try and figure out what was wrong with me. But all of them left with the same answer. 'There's nothing we can do.' And every time I heard those words, a small part of my heart broke. There was nothing to heal me. Nothing to turn me back to normal.

I didn't dare separate from my ghost half, remembering the consequences of the possible future. And ClockWork simply told me that this was the way things were meant to be; he wouldn't mess with the time line for one boy.

I watched as my friends and family grew older, leaving me behind. Sam had told me she'd wait forever, and it broke my heart when she started dating. I understood why, but it didn't make I any less painful. Jazz went on to be that big shot psychologist she wanted to be and didn't really have time to come home anymore. Tucker went on to be the head of a big tech industry and made tons of money, but left little time for him to visit Amity.

Reality really didn't sink in until Dad died. It must have been one of the hardest days of my life. Mom was crying, Jazz was crying, heck, everyone was crying. Everyone but me. I didn't shed a single tear. Nor did I at Mom's, or Jazz's. At Tucker's, I felt the tear roll down one cheek, but that was it.

Only at Sam's did tears fall freely from my eyes. Not only for Sam, but also for everyone I hadn't cried for before. All my friends, gone. All my family, gone. My old life, gone. I had no one and nothing left.

I don't know why I never left Amity Park. Maybe I felt I was responsible for the portal and ghosts. Maybe I felt as if it held a small part of my past. I don't know, but I never left. I watch the people change, the stores change, the houses and the park. Everything changed, even if it happened gradually.

Technology advanced. Objects even crazy on my parents' standards were invented. Kids liked different things now. Trends and fads came and went. Everything changed but me.

I grew more careful now. Only showing up for a ghost fight or a patrol. My human half lived off money provided by the government and slept in the old Fenton Works. I really should have sold it, but I couldn't bring myself to let go.

One thing I made sure of was to watch everyone's kids. Like an invisible protector. Jazz's son looks just like her. And Tucker's daughter has his eyes and love of tech. But every time I go to visit Sam's it breaks my heart. Those large purple eyes have the same light shinning in them the Sam's had.

And I make sure to visit their graves at least once a week. None of them came back as ghost, which I guess I should be thankful for. I wouldn't condemn them to such a fate. Living forever is not an easy thing.

In case you're wondering, I turn 117 in two months. Years go by differently now a days. Years feel like minutes, and yet at the same time, every day seems to stretch on forever. I never made new friends, knowing that eventually, they would pass as well. My life had little meaning left to it.

But I couldn't die. It was impossible. I now realize how stupid it had been to worry over all those ghost fights. I had nothing to worry about because no matter how hurt I got, I healed. No matter how much pain I suffered, I got better.

I would never die.

Cursed to stay young and alive forever. Not blessed, cursed. I would never join my parents and friends in heaven or where ever they went. I was stuck in Amity Park as the silent protector cursed to live and guard forever.

My name is Danny Phantom, or Danny Fenton. Which ever you prefer. I turn 117 in two months. I look like a fourteen-year-old boy.

I am just like Peter Pan.