WARNING: Death and mentions of suicide.

Paranoia

"No... no. This can't be happening," I whispered, clutching my head tightly with my hands. It was too late. That was all that buzzed through my mind. The mistake, explosion, everything. It was all my fault. I was too late.

My eyes looked over at the debris still scattered all over the floor which was unfortunately never cleaned up after their bodies were removed. But I was left to stay away from my house, which I chose to do, and watch from the ally of the street which showed me the whole building which used to stand. I had been officially on the streets for 3 days and it felt like forever. Their deaths were my fault and the police were yet to find a victim of the crime. They had decided on the story that a family and teacher were meeting up and were suddenly mugged by the unnamed person, who tied them up to the exploding tank, running away.

It was almost the truth anyway. He stopped me. HE stopped me from protecting my family and from their unknown deaths. It was HIS fault. But I couldn't help but sag the weight on me. HE was ME. I was HIM. What difference was there? We were connected by blood and doing.. I was a monster.

The whole incident flashed through my mind once again and I couldn't help but not contain my scream of terror and fear. I fell to the ground, my whole body suddenly erupting in mysterious pain.

But I couldn't help but accept it. I deserved it... all of it.

"Daniel."

My eyes flashed open and I backed away from him. I knew who it was. I knew he was bound to arrive soon since it was my future right?

Vlad gripped by shoulder tightly and harshly and I flinched as he turned me around to face his stern face. "Daniel Fenton. What is the meaning of this?" I ignored him like I usually would and looked away. He noticed this and grabbed my collar, hoisting it up in the air. "Explain now."

I gulped, never being this intimidated by Vlad before. Before I knew it was I telling my entire story to him. He listen through every detail and turn and he nodded at my fear. I didn't know what I was going to say til it dashed off my tongue and spread into the air. Would he think I was a monster as well?

I, fortunately, left out the parts were Vlad played a role in and skipped it. But it was good enough for him not to question it further. After my long story, his surprise and hurt expression veered to him glancing at the destroyed building across the street then at me.

"You... you did all that?"

I nodded my head and gulped, "It.. was me. I can't denie it. I... Vlad. I can't do this anymore." I didn't know where begging and pleading fell into me saving me from that monster future but I didn't care. I couldn't fix the past anymore if I wanted too. "I lost my family... friends... and teacher to my own accident. I didn't... mean it. I.. I have nowhere to stay. And... I've forced my self not to steal food from others.. I-"

"Daniel. Enough with the I's. I understand Little Badger. You didn't mean to cause this damage to your own life. I can feel and understand it. But it's not right to force yourself to be hungry and houseless for any reason. What about your home here?" Vlad said, concernedly.

"What about it? It's not my home anymore... I don't deserve it," I said hopelessly.

He frowned and forced my chin to look at his determined eyes, "Daniel Fenton. You're not a monster, if you're thinking that. You're a 14 year old teenager with the abilities many don't possess. You're extraordinary. Listen to me. Don't you try to starve yourself or I'll force feed you and don't think you don't belong. I don't belong yet I'm still here. You can fix your mistake Daniel. Believe me, you CAN fix it."

His little 'speech' made me want to cry in the corner like a child for my mistake yet, Vlad wouldn't allow me to move a muscle. His fingers firmly grasped my chin, almost painfully and would surely be sore til morning.

Tears spilled out of my eyes as I tried to pull his hand away from me, "Fix it how? My family. Friends! They're all DEAD. All because of me cheating on a stupid test that I didn't want to take and would probably fail me! What's the point anymore? I'm a monster, disgrace, and I'm just a stupid boy that was thrown into the world. What's the point of me living anyway? I'll just-"

"Daniel. Stop hurting yourself for this. And if you say you'll commit suicide, I swear I won't let you out of my view. You are not killing yourself for this. You CAN make up for it," Vlad assured harshly.

I started to cry at that second, falling to my side as I held myself. I couldn't hear Vlad anymore, either because I was crying to loud or he was walking softly but I almost shot up when he held me to his chest. I didn't fight back since I had no energy to possess to push him away. So I continued to cry before blackness consumed me.

I jumped up as soon as I regained consciousness. Gasping in fear, I clutched my heart desperately before realizing that I was in a perfectly clean and weathly looking room. Vlad, I thought mentally.

My legs felt shaky underneath me and whole body screamed for replenishing. I sighed. Food didn't sound so appealing at the moment.

My head continued to spin til I carefully laid it down on the headboard, a small migraine forming in the pit of my temple. The door, which I was able to hear, opened up and Vlad looked over at me, giving a small sigh seeing that I haven't tried the thought of suicide.

"Daniel. Glad to see you're awake," He smiled.

I just looked up at him and shook my head. "Whatever."

Frowning, he sat beside me and rubbed my back. "Come on. Lift yourself up. You need to think positive."

"Think positive about what?" I shouted, my head veering to his direction. "What do I need to think 'positive' about? I killed people Vlad. KILLED people. Better yet the people CLOSE to me. You wouldn't understand since you have no one. You don't have ANYONE close to you."

His expression darked to almost a murderous one, "Now listen here boy. I did have a family. A family that unfortunately had to die in my teenage years. I was alone for years with no one to talk, meet or socialize with. I can understand your pain."

"You didn't kill them though! I did!"

"What difference does it make? You destroyed yours while I lost mine. There's no difference."

I paused as I listened to what he said. I d-destoryed mine? I mentally backed away from the billionaire. Was he admitting that I did kill them? I sighed, of course he was. I did do it. But tears broke out and I shoved away the older halfa before darting away from the room. I heard him call to me though, which was never answered as I panted to find a way from him. 'Gotta keep moving,' I groaned as my stomach rumbled and I fell to my knees.

"Daniel!"

My eyes flashed open as I continued forward, finding my way to a kitchen. It was clean and looked like it haven't been used recently. Perfect. I unknowingly grabbed something from the drawer and didn't hesitate to look what it was. I just clutched it tightly against me and rushed into another part of the mansion.

I could hear his pleads for me to come out but I ignored them. Better do this quick before he arrived.

"Daniel! Come out Daniel!"

I used as much energy as I could to summon up a shield that would at least cover me for a decent amount of time. I leaned against the wall and withdrew the item that I had grabbed; a sharp knife.

It was at least a foot long, with the ends sparkling with the knowing that it was brand new. I knew it was no turning back. I couldn't live with the idea that Vlad would secretly hate me as well. I couldn't handle that.

I leaned the knife near my fingers so they could test out their sharpness. I accidentally wasn't paying attention as one of the points nicked my skin and blood began to seep out of the little wound. I hissed in pain as I laid down the blade.

"Daniel."

My eyes wandered up at Vlad, who was on the other side of my shield. He had a horrid look of terror on his face and his hands up in a small gesture. "Daniel, you don't want to do this. Please stop."

"Stop what? This... this is what I want Vlad. I can't do this any..more," I held the blade to my neck. "It's the only way to get rid of the pain without turning into him."

"No it's not. Daniel please," He almost begging. "Lower the blade so we can talk."

A single teardrop slipped down my eye. "It's too late already Vlad. I'm sorry."

I let the object slice into my neck as I cried even harder from the pain and from the will to live any longer. Dark spots blinded my sight as I felt myself fall to the floor. I heard a slight clattering and then a large scream. I didn't bother to see who it was but allowed the numbness to slowly surround me. I felt something edge me away from it but I flew towards it in a hopeful way that it would help me. My breathing stilled as I gulped in one last breath and let it go as my eye soared into the heavens.

I know this isn't what I usually write but this is something that urged me to write. I hope its good enough to please you guys. Expect more one shots in the future. Never know when I'll post again so R&R.