Just a depressing angst-y sort of fic because I felt like it.
I walk the empty streets alone. No food, no money, no home, and no family. I'm forced to steal my meals, even though I know I can't get caught, I still hate having to steal, but a girl's gotta eat. I sleep where ever I think is safe, even if it's cold or uncomfortable. Who am I you might ask? I am Dani Phantom. Not the world renowned ghost hero that united humans and ghosts in our greatest hour of need Danny Phantom. No, I am Dani Phantom, the failed experiment that abandoned by her creator.
I've only seen my original twice in my entire seven months of existence. I refuse to call those seven months my life, because this is no life, it's a living hell. I've never asked for much, all I really want is a home with Danny, where he could tell me he loved me, tuck me in at night, and hold me when I'm scared. Yes, I admit it, I'm scared.
I walk by another empty store. I consider using it as my home for the night, but stop dead when I notice the anti-ghost alarm that's installed. I sigh and keep walking. It's getting harder and harder to survive out here, but what can I do? Valerie and her father are nice, but they couldn't afford to have me around. I refuse to go to Danny. I'm not even sure if he cares about me. He could have stopped me from flying off dramatically both times, but he just let me go. What type of family does that? Who just let's a twelve year old girl with ghost powers just fly off without a fight. He probably doesn't even care about me. He probably just came to save me so he wouldn't have to deal with the guilt of letting another human being die.
I stumbled into a deserted ally way, deciding that this would be my home for the night. It just wasn't fair. Why did Danny get to have everything and I have nothing? Why does no one love me? Am I destined to live my life to live as a street urchin? All these questions swirled through my head as I lay down on the cold cement.
No one wanted me anymore. People hated me because I was filthy. I'm tired of being on the receiving end of all this crap. I've done good things just like Danny, helped people, and what do I get? Nothing. I'm probably just going to end up like one of those filthy hookers that patrol the streets at night. Getting slapped around, raped by strange men when I don't do what they want. But that would never happen to Danny. No, he'd never have to degrade himself like that. He'd always have friends and family to help him.
Tears streaked down my face, despite how tightly I wrenched my eyes shut. I hate my life. I completely despise everything about my miserable fucking excuse for an existence. That's when my eyes flew open wide. My life didn't have to be this way. I could have whatever I wanted; I'd just have to take it to get it. I'm sick of being nice, of being the good guy and getting spit on in return. The world owes me for what I've done to help people and if the world has to suffer a bit so I can get what I want, why should that be my problem? Why should I care if the people who hate and put me down have to die so I can finally enjoy my life?
The answer? I shouldn't care.
But there was one thing standing in my way. The one person the planet who could possibly stop me. Danny Phantom. Well, he won't be a problem for long. With that, I stood up and transformed into my ghost half, taking off into the night sky with only one thing on my mind.
The destruction of Danny Phantom.
Heart breaking I know. But don't worry, this won't be the last chapter.