Disclaimer: Danny Phantom and all related characters are the product of Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon studios.
What am I even doing here? No, seriously. I'm fourteen; I just finished fighting a ghost ten times stronger than me, and it almost killed me. And the best part is that no one even cares. I'm just another ghost as far as they're concerned. As many times as I've saved them, risked my life for them…and they still run at the sight of me.
My own parents…that was the worst part, I think. I saved their lives; nothing I haven't done before. But they still hate me. I'm nothing but a…an evil manifestation of energy to them. I'm a thing that needs to be hunted down and destroyed.
I should just tell them, but I don't think I can anymore. I've been keeping this secret for too long. Besides…I'm afraid of what they'd do. They hate ghosts more than anything. Jazz says they'd still accept me, but I just don't know anymore. I'd almost rather not find out.
Jazz…she tries to be understanding, but she just doesn't get it. It's not her fault; she can't get it. She can't; Sam and Tucker can't. I try to talk to them, but they don't understand, and I don't know how to explain it. The only person who can possibly understand me is my worst enemy.
You know, I think I get it. Why Vlad's evil, I mean. I've got this power, and I can do whatever I want. It's hard to do the right thing sometimes. If it weren't for my friends, I might have more in common with him than I already do.
They just don't understand. They think of me as thought I'm human, and I am. But I'm also a ghost, with a ghost's tendencies. I like to use my power. I try to talk to them, and they think I can just…not use it. I can't. Jazz gets it a little better, but even she doesn't understand…not really.
Look at them…even now, I'm considering going down there and just…giving them what they want, what they expect. They're waiting for the Ghost Boy to turn on everyone, and I'm almost ready to oblige. I'm so tired of it.
Even the ghosts don't get me. Sam and Tucker and Jazz don't get why it's so hard to resist. Skulker and Technus and Walker don't understand why I try.
I'm so confused. I'm half ghost. I'm not human or ghost. I'm…a freak.
Yeah, that's it. I'm a freak. I don't belong anywhere. Too ghostly for the real world, and too human for the Ghost Zone. I can't get close to anyone without putting them in danger, or myself considering half the people I know keep trying to hunt me down.
All I ever wanted was too be normal…well, as normal as the son of a pair of ghost hunters could be. I never asked for these powers. I never wanted them. Sometimes, when it's been really bad, I almost hate Sam for doing this to me. Then I feel even worse because she's my friend, and I can't hate her. It's just my ghost side talking.
What am I doing here? Why do I keep trying? Why do I keep fighting for these ungrateful humans? No matter what I do, they hate me. Why bother?
…Because I'm human, too. I can help, so I should. It's the right thing to do. I always try to do the right thing. It's just so hard sometimes. It's hard to remember why.
They don't understand. No one can understand what it's like.
Mom…Dad…Valerie…I'm sorry. I'm sorry you think I'm evil. I'm sorry I can't tell you that your worst enemy is hiding behind these of mine.