You gotta be out there
You gotta be somewhere
Wherever you are
I'm waiting
'Cause there are these nights when
I sing myself to sleep
And I'm hopin' my dreams
Bring you close to me
Are you listening?
Kelly Clarkson, Hear me
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Danny Phantom, that right belongs to Mr. Butch Hartman. I do own this story, though.
The moon glistened against her emerald green eyes. Fathomless and unknowing, they searched for somewhere to go. But there was no where. She glanced to the side, as if to find one to aid her; no one. She pulled her knees up and sat in the corner of her abandoned home. She'd been staying there since the day her father had betrayed her trust; now she had all but herself to go to. Tears streaked her eyes, nothing was left of her. It was bad enough no one wanted her. . .but what was worse was she wasn't supposed to live. She wasn't like others. . .The Lord never stood before her spirit and placed her on earth. It was Vlad. Ripped her from where ever she came without knowledge of the consiquenses. She wanted his love. . .she wanted a dad. But he spurred her and sent her fleeing. She just wanted him to love her.
Her only friend was the moon abouve, and even the was being covered by the clouds in the heavens. The heavens. How she wished she could be there and know it all; know what she was, who she was, and why she was done the way she was. She wanted to be with good company. With family. But she had none. She had nothing. She was nobody. . .And nothing in the eyes of so many. . .
But little did she know her Father stood abouve her awaited the return of his child. . .
btw, the Father is not Vlad XP This is an old peice, I just posted it it for the sake of posting. Thanks for looking :)
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