Author Note: It occurred to me that I haven't done Danny Phantom fics in a while and I apologize for that- I just got really caught up in some newer fandoms and I kind of hit a writer's block with Danny Phantom.

~CWA

Tile: How I Lived And Died
Summary:
Screaming- that was all he remembered from the day he died. It would always haunt him, but with help of an old friend, he finds a new life (well afterlife) in Bayville without knowing just what awaits there.
Rated:
T
Genre:
Friendship/Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim Danny Phantom. I do not own nor claim X-Men Evolution. I do own OC- Gear.
Notes: Obviously chapters will be longer.

Prologue:

Danny:

Life was a rather funny thing, I realized. People thought it was pretty long, after all most people lived to be in their nineties, sometimes even a hundred. It was more than enough time to live a life- or at least just go through it. You were born. You were a kid. You played. You had fun. You maybe skinned your knee a few times, maybe got into a few accidents. You went to school. You made friends and you learned. You grew up, started a family, had a couple of kids, went to work, then what? You retire and finally, you die.

To me, however, a lifespan was never long enough. It was never long enough for people to have time to realize their mistakes. It was never enough time for you to make sure that the people you cared about knew you loved them. It was never enough time. In my case, my life wasn't that long- it wasn't long enough for me to fix mistakes, apologize, confess a few things, or even long enough for me to just live it. I died too young- at least, in my eyes I did.

Then again, if I never died that day, my life… well afterlife… would be so much different aside from the fact that I would actually still be alive. Though that's not the point I was trying to make, was it? No.

See to me, my life was too short because I never got to do the things I wanted to do and I may never get the chance to do them since I was a ghost. I never got to kiss Sam. I never got to tell Jazz that even though she annoyed me that she was the best big sister I ever could have asked for. I never got to go to college and make memories. I never got to go to NASA and become an astronaut.

You really can't just go through life like some sort of machine on autopilot- get up, eat, work, sleep… No, you had to live it. This is my story of how I did just that even though technically, I didn't really have a 'life' since I was already dead. Perhaps it was really a story of how I didn't really live until after I died?

How's that for irony.