I stare at the dead face in front of me. I look at bright blue eyes who's light flickered out sometime ago. The dark circle under them shows the lack of sleep and sunken features gives it a look of hunger and weakness. Danny Fenton is dead. I sigh and lay my hand on the mirror in front of me, looking deeper into my reflection, looking for the boy that used to be there. Looking for anything to prove I can go back to being happy. I look, but there's nothing. I'm not Danny Fenton anymore. Danny Fenton was a happy boy who cared about his friends and family. I'm not Dan, either. I don't want to level cities and murder millions of people. I'm definitely not Phantom. I don't risk my life to save anyone anymore. Ghosts can do whatever the hell they want, I don't care anymore.
"Who am I?" I ask my reflection. I put both hands firmly against the glass, pushing so it starts to break. "Who am I?" I ask louder, rage taking over as I push with enough force to shatter the mirror, leaving my hands a bloody mess. I look at them. I watch the blood drip on the tile floor below me. I've seen a lot of blood recently. This is the first time it's been mine in several months. It's surrising how much less you get hurt when you aren't trying to save a city. There's still pain, though. Everyone is waiting for their savior to help them. They don't seem to realise their savior is dead. Phantom will never save anyone ever again.
"And why should I? What did this town ever do for me?" I ask myself as I grab a towel for my hands, squeezing it tightly in my grip. Well, it did give me the best friends I've ever had. It also gave me a loving family. They cared about me so much, so why did they not see I was hurting? I wasn't exactly hiding it, not that well at least. A fake smile had everyone fooled. Just like Phantom, I hid behind a mask and no one ever noticed. I guess wearing a mask is the only thing I'm good at anymore. I open the bathroom door and walk past Jazz's empty room. I stop and look in.
"What happened to all the noise?" I ask the silence. My house is always loud, wether it's us kids laughing or my parents working downstairs, there was always a welcoming noise. Listening now the only sounds are my breathing. Maybe that's why I've started talking to myself. I open the door wider and walk in, looking at her desk. I pick up one of her notebooks and flip through the pages.
"She was so smart. She had so much potential." She was going to change the world, there's no doubting that. I set the book back down like I'm putting a baby down for it's nap. After a quick glance around the room, I walk out and close the door behind me. I walk downstairs and stop in front of the lab. No light shines up at me and only the gentle hum of the Ghost Portal can be heard. All signs of life is gone. I turn on my heels and walk out the front door, not bothering to close it behind me. Even the town is a ghost down, nobody in sight.
"Except for me." I'm all alone. I'm not Danny. I'm not Fenton. I'm not Phantom. I'm not Dan. I'm nobody. I'm all alone because I'm dead.