Chapter 1 of 2 This was originally going to be a chapter in Danny Phantom Suicide Drabbles but it got too long. If you don't want Danny to kill himself don't read. Please don't review. If you liked this check out my Drabbles. So far I've published 6 of the 10 that will be in the story.
Christmas. He thought it would be better after the ghost attack. He had been happier and ready for the holidays but when Christmas Eve came the fight about Santa one again filled the house. It was worse this year, worse than any other argument about the topic. It was bad enough to send Jazz to her room in tears.
Danny had stuck to the living room hoping that it might end but minutes turned to hours and the sun soon set. His parents were too angry at each other to even notice that he still sat on the couch, watching them lay out the last of the gifts. He watched them continue arguing all the way up to their bedroom.
Life had been hard for him the last year. Ghost attacks were at an all-time hi and he was stretched too thin to fight them all. Ghosts as week and annoying as the box ghost had come out of their dark dusty corners when the big bad villains of the ghost zone began taking up all Danny's attention.
People got hurt and he was blamed. Those who thought he was a hero said he was abandoning them. Those who hated him claimed he was the mastermind of the attacks. It had gotten too much. That was another reason he had looked forward to Christmas. The truce gave him a day off and even on Christmas Eve most of the ghosts were preparing for their parties, leaving Danny time to spend time with his family.
The argument had crushed him. It made him realize that things wouldn't change for the better. Every year life got worse. What would happen next year or the year after that? If this was how bad the ghosts were now there was no hope in the future.
His grades made things even worse. His fighting left him zero time to work and he was absent from at least three classes a day to deal with even a few of the ghosts. He was truly failing, an F in every class. The teachers told him he would need to get 100% on everything else along with extra credit or he would be repeating the grade. Yea, he was going to repeat this grade. That meant no Tucker, no same He'd be alone.
Human life was killing him and he wanted it to end. Maybe he would be a better hero if he didn't have half his life taken up by bullies, impossible classes and arguing families. Looking around, he realized his feet had led him to the kitchen. This was one of the most dangerous places in the house except for the lab. Chemicals tended to get mixed up with the food and every meal had to be tested before being eaten. Once when he was ten he'd made himself a salami and mustard sandwich just to pass out, foaming at the mouth an hour later. He'd had his stomach pumped and was unconscious for a week. If he'd hadn't been discovered within ten minutes of fainting he would have died.
He had avoided mustard ever since. He missed mustard. Maybe it was time to finally have another sandwich.
Very short chapter but Chapter 2 will be posted within an hour. I just wanted this out there. Hope you enjoyed it and PLEASE REVIEW.