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Danny's P.O.V.

I sighed, staring out of the window of the GAV. We were going on a family vacation. Not that I minded, I really needed a vacation, but I had a feeling something bad was going to happen.

I snapped back in reality, "-if we find a ghost on this trip, I'll rip them apart, molecule by molecule!" My dad shouted. Well at least he was excited, every time I hear that, I feel even more depressed. Sure my parents didn't KNOW they were threatening their own son, but it only reminds me of how I lie to them. It wasn't even a small white lie,I was the very thing they hunted,studied,everything. How would they even react if I told them? Probably down to the last molecule. I felt a hand on my own, and turned to Jazz, she was giving me an apologetic smile, probably for having such weird parents. I have to lie to Jazz too, and that only darkens my mood more. She was so trusting,so honest,so...not me. She was by far the golden child of the two of us,smart and witty,quick to adapt and forgiving. No matter how much I lied to her,she either never thought that her little brother would lie to her,or trusted her belief thay I would open up to her. I couldn't though,and if she knew that It's break her heart. So for both of our sakes,even if it'd save me a little bit of pain,I couldn't tell her the truth,she deserved better than that.

'Better than me.'

We pull into the campground, and start to unload. "Hey, you know you can talk to me about anything, right Danny?" Jazz asks, I contemplate telling her, but I know I can't, so I swallow the lump in my throat, and give her a fake smile, "Yeah of course, you're my sister." With every word, it gets harder and harder to keep my voice from cracking, and despite my best efforts, it cracks on the last word, 'sister'.

She's my sister; and I'm lying to her face. I don't know how much more of this I can take, especially without Sam or Tuck.

I finish putting up the tent Jazz and I will use, and tell my folks I'm going out in search of firewood. Another lie.

I walk off, until I feel I am far enough away from the campsite that no one will hear me, and I cry. At first, it was easy to lie to my family, I had managed to convince myself that they were little white lies, no harm done, but as I continued, it got harder and harder.

I felt alone, completely and utterly alone, and that's when I saw it, a pocket knife, probably dropped by a hiker, and from the back of my mind, I feel the urge. That tiny voice saying, 'come on, do it!' And I reach my trembling arm out, picking up the knife.

I flip it open, and the clean, shining, silver both calms and frightens me. Although the thought popped into my head far too easily,was I really that bad off to consider it? Would it really fix anything? Would anyone really care? Jazz would,at first anyway,maybe not if she knew when I started lying to her. I press the coolness of the blade against my skin,and the internal debate tilted as the sharp sting brings me out of my head. The heartache lessened by a physical pain,present but dulled,leaving something I can focus on instead of pain inside my head. It was almost I look at my wrist, the worst blow hits me, the sharp reminder that I am a freak, not human, and will never have a normal life. The ectoplasm in my blood, the slap in the face that told me that I did not belong with them. Even now I could feel the cut,shallow as it was,closing faintly and leaving a coolness behind. I pulled my wrist close to myself,the painful nagging of my thoughts buzzing in the background,behind a strange numbness thay crept into my chest. My mind came to Jazz again,and the look of disappointment that would surely be on her face if she ever saw this.

'That's right,I'm just a disappointment.' The thought popped up on its own,unwelcome but none the less true. I could delay the realization that surely would come,but the facts wouldn't change. I was weak,how many times had my enemies made that clear? Sure I beat them,but it was luck,and eventually my luck would run out. I don't know how long I sat there,but the bleeding stopped and soon a small line was all that was left. I stood,pocketing the knife and walked back towards camp with the slight weight as a silent reminder.