Pain.
Noun.
A physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury. An annoying or tedious person or thing. A mental suffering or distress. To cause mental or physical pain to.
It's something I've lost feeling to. Something that, I had experience every day for the past year, but had no longer felt the discomfort; or had any tears fall from my eyes. At least, not any more.
I no longer felt the fine instruments, gliding across my bare flesh. I no longer had the urge to beg for nourishment. I no longer had any hope for someone to save me from this hell I was forced to call home. I had, however, had hope to one day die, either from starvation, or another experiment, and finally escape peacefully.
I was being held captive at GIW (Guys in White) Headquarters. There I was being experimented, tortured, questioned, and treated as a worthless animal. You see, I'm half ghost or Half Dead. I have been going on as Danny Phantom, fighting and destroying ghosts for the last 2 years. It was fun as it lasted.
Right now I would have been starting my junior year in Caspher High School, as Danny Fenton, son of two ghost hunting parents, and brother of a trophy sister. Oh the things I would do to see them, talk to them, or hug them one last time. Though as I hear, everyone believe Danny Fenton was dead after he "disappeared into thin air." My cell was very close to the lobby, and I used to hear myself on the TV news constantly, back when I was full of life and had so much hope inside of me.
"Phantom, wake up, you've got a visitor."
"Graham! How's the family? You look great, new haircut?" I obviously knew how weak and fragile I sounded, but I never show fear to anyone. Even with all my cuts, stiches, bruises, and my weak and pale figure, I managed.
"Don't start with me today, I'm not in the mood." He replied as grumpy as ever and he unlocked my foot chain, and secures ghost cuffs to my hands. See, although I could barely even walk, they still lock me in a ghost proof cell, with a ghost proof chain, cuffed to my ankle. I didn't mind it though; the chain is so tight it makes me lose feelings of my entire left leg, which had an extremely deep cut, from an experiment "gone wrong."
Graham lifted me up carrying me to the edge of the hallway; as soon as we got to the lobby he put me down and slowly helped me walk to the conference room. Graham, even though he seems like an extremely strict person, has been the only helpful and nicest person to me since I got here. A normal guard would have pushed me and I would have ended up crawling on the floor, but Graham, he's different. He sees me as an actual person/ghost with feelings.
I sat there in the conference room, with Graham standing right behind me. My mind was over flowing with ideas on this "visitor" who came to meet me. The only other two "visitors" I had was ghosts overshadowing humans to buy me. After those incidents, GIW got curious of what was so special about me. Of course they had yet to determine that I was only half death and were still a human being.
Then five other guards came to surround me and three GIW agents sat around me, along with five other guards who weren't from GIW and two other male in suits and then came the "visitor." She sat down staring at me; I stared back until I could finally recognize her.
I smirked. "Valerie Gray."
Hey! I'm sorry for any bad grammar, due to the fact that I am still learning how to properly write in english, although I believe I have done a well job on this. So what do you guys think? Please review suggestions, if you like and I should kept this story? I do need an editor too! Thanks for reading this, i should update soon! ~Stars Of Light~