So yeah this is my first story on Fanfiction. I am so excited! I have read so many stories on this site so I decided to make one up myself. I don't have a Beta reader, mostly because I don't know how to get one, so if you want the job you can have it. When reviewing this you don't have to be nice, I want to get better so give me constructive criticism. If you hate the story stop reading it don't flame. I don't care if you don't like it unless you tell me why. Thanks for reading I hope you enjoy the first chapter of my fist story. :D

Disclaimer: I don't get the point of these. I obviously don't own Danny Phantom, because if I did I would not be on FanFiction. DUH!

Chapter one: Looking Back

Danny's POV

This was all my fault. This should never have happened. As I hang here powerless without knowledge of anything that has happened outside the dull grey room I was forced into with no hope of escaping. My friends can't help either; I doomed them to the same fate I will face when he finds it. I will die. My friends will too and it's all my fault. I could have just taken Clockworks advice seriously instead of goofing off and messing around, but did I? No. I know this is the end, and to think the day this all began started out just like any other day…

"Danny! Wake up!"

"I'm up! Just leave me alone, Jazz!" I wasn't really, I just wanted her to leave so I could get some more sleep. I was up all night fighting ghosts AGAIN! They have been attacking more than usual lately, which causes me to stay up and fight them all night. I don't even remember the last time I had a full nights rest.

"You say that every morning and do you ever get up? No! So sense you have decided to make this hard, I will just let you stay asleep and suffer the consequences."

"Whatever, Jazz."

Suddenly I heard a scream of "AHHHH! A GHOST!" so I jumped out of bed, getting tangled in the blanket in the process, therefore landing on my face.

"HA HA! That...haha…was… haha… h-hilarious!" Jazz was doubled over with laughter at my usual clumsiness. My face turned bright red, which of course just made her laugh harder. I decided the only way to escape this humiliation was to run to the bathroom to start getting ready for school.

I looked into the mirror seeing the deep circles under my now dull blue eyes. I am starting to think the sleepless nights are going to make those rings permanently engraved into my skin. I washed my face and found relatively clean clothes to wear and walked down stairs for breakfast. Fifteen minutes later I heard the doorbell. Knowing it was Sam and Tucker coming to walk with me to school, I checked around the room to make sure it was empty then phased through the wall to outside. I only did this because it was quicker than walking all the way through the family room, opening two different doors in the process just to get outside. Phasing through the door just seemed so much easier.

Tucker noticed me first, "Man you look like crap." He said, to which he received a not so subtle elbowing from Sam.

"Danny, are you ok? You look like you are going to pass out on us any second. Are you sure you want to come to school today?"

"Guys I'm fine. I am just a little tired that's all. And anyways even if I wanted to there is no way I could stay home from school. I can't risk any more suspicion from my parents they probably already think I am out doing drugs all night. If I stay home exhausted they will probably end up testing my blood or something to make sure that I don't have drugs in my system, which will make it so they find out I have ghost DNA in my blood not just human.'

"Danny! Calm down. That's never going to happen. Your parents are so oblivious. I mean they can't even catch a ghost that's living under their own roof." I knew Sam was telling the truth but I can't help my paranoia; it comes naturally with all of the ghost fighting I do. Trust me, if I wasn't paranoid I would not be alive right now, well at least half alive.

"I guess you're right," I said "Can we just go now?" We started walking to school. Sam and Tucker kept giving me worried glances, most likely to make sure I was still conscious. Finally I got tired of it, once we got most of the way to our school, Casper High, and asked "What?"

They jumped, not expecting me to respond to their obvious worry. Tucker being… well, Tucker decided he would go ahead and ask the question he was waiting to ask the entire the entire walk, "So which ghost was it last night?"

"A better question would be which ghost it wasn't. I mean you were there for part of it; I had already fought ten ghost before I finally just made you both go home."

"So… did you find out what they were looking for?" Sam asked.

"No… but it is weird. They are all looking for some obscure object I have never heard of before, yet they all think I have it."

"Well we will look it up after school ok? Do you want to work at my house?" Sam must have thought it was serious to want to go to her mansion. She hated everything that remotely involved her parents and their riches.

"Sounds good to me. What about you Tuck?"

"Fine but you better serve meat instead of that tofu garbage!"

"Tucker, it is not garbage it is delicious and healthy food that keeps me fit and focused unlike your meat, which causes poor helpless animals to be slaughtered just so bone headed meat eaters like you can be fat and lazy!" Yelled Sam, going into her usual rant about meat.

Luckily, we finally arrived at school so I didn't have to hear the rest of their argument. I ran off collecting my books from my locker after saying, "See you in first period."

I got to class about five minutes before the tardy bell and sat at my usual desk in the back row. Mr. Lancer eyed me suspiciously when I walked in. "Nice to see you actually decided to show up today, Mr. Fenton."

I laughed nervously and just nodded my head, because there was nothing else to do. I couldn't help my frequent tardies and absences unless I wanted ghosts to ransack Amity Park, which, trust me, was not high on my to do list.

Class started and almost immediately I was drifting off to Dreamland, where I could finally relax. I woke up to my ghost sense and was luckily able to "go to the restroom." I beat the ghost easily, but that's only because it didn't want to fight only finding something.

Every class was like that: I would go to sleep, get woken up my ghost sense, fight a ghost and then wonder what it was looking for after sucking it up in my now full thermos.

I met my friends outside to walk home. I was hoping with all of my heart that no more ghosts would come, but like always that didn't work for me. A blue wisp came curling out of my gasping mouth. "Not again!" I said exasperatedly to my friends. Suddenly I felt something heavy hit me full force in the back of my head. I fell to the ground. The last thing I heard was Sam yelling at the top of her lungs, "Get away from him!" then I succumbed to the darkness and finally went unconscious.

I just wrote my first cliffe! Yay! So did you like it? Well just review please. Your opinion matters!

Thanks,

Rikki