Hey, everyone. I decided to try out some depressing Danny-angst. I hope you like it. Feel free to leave a review to tell me how I did.
I look into the glimmering glass plane in front of me. The mirror. Looking back at me is not black hair, but white. And not blue eyes, but green. I close those eyes, those blue—green?—eyes. That isn't me. Not anymore. That me was destroyed in a blast of sickly green light by the hands of my mother.
My mother.
She believed I was contaminated—dirty. She believed she could…purify me again. She took the Ghost Gauntlets and literally ripped my ghost persona out of my chest. I screamed, cried, pleaded, for her to return what was mine, who was mine. She refused. She looked straight into my face and refused. She turned away.
I had run to the containment chamber my ghost half was in. If I could just free him, then somehow, somehow, everything would be okay. Right as I got there to break the lock, my mother pulled a lever—the lever that crushed my spirit, exterminated my soul. That lever activated a ghost death-ray. In a blast of evil green light and a bloodcurdling scream, it was over.
I was over.
My father was with my mother. He looked at the ashes that were once me—or at least, part of me—and laughed. He laughed. He laughed long and hard and couldn't stop. With his manic laughter echoing through my head, something broke. I began to cry.
My father stopped laughing and looked at me curiously. He said that I was fine again, decontaminated from the ghost scum. I screamed at him to do something, anything, to bring him back. My mother had said no. He was evil, monstrous, a parasite. Just a ghost. Nothing more.
I had grabbed the nearest thing off the lab table and threw it at them as hard as I could. They ducked. I screamed at them. I can't remember exactly what I said. All I know was that they had just ruined my life. I had bolted up to my room and collapsed on my bed, staring through blurry vision at my shaky hands. I cried until my tear ducts were as empty as I was. I was gone.
I stared back at myself in the mirror. Blue eyes were green, black hair was white. But it was lying. Nothing was left.
Nothing.
But the thing that hurt the most was that the last thing Jack and Maddie ever said to me while I still considered them my family was a lie. They had stood in front of me. They had looked right into my eyes. They had said,
"Danny, we love you."