A/N - I will say this once this is not some sweet fluffy POS.This, hopefully unless I'm a worse author than I thought, is a dark fic dealing with several themes that many people don't want to hear about let alone read. This will center on Danny, why I'm telling you I don't know; but I am, I tried to make his feelings as real as possiable so be nice to me. I have been reading a lot of fics that are labled as angist, and I have found a common thread, they are all to easily resolved. There is no quick cure for depression, and suicide isn't as easy to pull off as some people seem to think it is; if it is truly the cowards way out then I am the biggest coward in the world, because I chickened out of it. Also I should tell you that this is my first fic to be posted on I do have one on but I don't count it, I was high when I did it, also I didn't make an outline for this so if there are any contradictions please bring them up to me so that I can rectafy them.

Disclaimer - I Don't own Danny Phantom, if I did you wouldn't be reading this you would be watching it. Butch Hartmen owns Danny and co. so does nickeloden and many other people, none of which are me. These characters are being used without the permission nor the knowlege of said owners. That goes for this chapter as well as all preceding chapters, you will not be told again.

Prologe

Two weeks. Just two more weeks, then they will be home. Maybe things will just go back to the normal, normal for me anyways. I hope so. Hope... That was something that for the past month and a half he never thought that he would have. The fifteen year old closed his crystal blue eyes and sighed running his hand through is messy black hair.

Home was just so different without his mother and sister in the house. They had gone off to see aunt Allica in Spatoon for the summer, she had broken her arm and was feeling lonely, and Maddie just wanted to see her sister again. But seeing as she held such great animosity toward the male population, Maddie had figured it best to leave Jack home in Amity Park. She had wanted to bring Danny with her, but his low grades had plummeted even further and in order for him to be a sophomore he had to attend summer school.

That was the start of his problems, his lowering grades. He had spent so much time on ghosts that he neglected his studies even during classes, by the end of the school year his solid C average had fallen to a mid level F. He had only passed two of his seven classes, the rest he had failed miserably. His parents had been furious, they yelled at him for the first time in his life, not their normal yells like they use when they got excited about ghosts, it was far worse caring their disappointment loud and clear.

Danny didn't think that he had ever been as shocked as he was when he heard his parents yelling at him, which just wasn't done. Few things were never done in the Fenton house hold, the adults never yelled at their children in anger, never used a condescending tone with them, never expected more of them then it was possible for their children to give, secrets were never kept, alcohol wasn't even allowed on the property, and all past problems were never spoken of again. They had yelled for nearly an hour before they saw the resigned depressed look on their son's face, he had seemed truly sorry that he had failed, and he was.

He supposed that if they hadn't seen that then he wouldn't be in the position he was in now, not that that made any sense, even to him self. The more he thought about that night and the events that followed the more he thought that there was something wrong with him. Why was it that he, the son of two genuses, was so stupid? Why didn't he try harder, like they wanted him to? Why did he let the ghosts dictate his life?

In the first week of summer school he had tried to do his best to stay in class and pay attention; but it was hard, Sam and Tucker had passed all their classes so he couldn't get the class notes during the span of a ghost attack. He managed to keep the grades on his assignments above the low C that they were when he first got his ghost powers. Granted they weren't as high as they where when he was in junior high; but, it was an improvement. Right?

He was on the phone with Sam when his father came home one night, he had been going out several nights a week since Maddie and Jazz had left. Jack had looked around him at the living room, it was thrashed, neither of them were the neatest person in the world, that was Maddie and Jazz's specialties. Papers were strewn everywhere, several of his inventions were in pieces on the coffee table, pizza boxes littered the floor, and for some reason there was dirty laundry draped all over the furniture. It never occurred to him that most of the mess was his doing, only that Maddie would have a fit if she saw the house in this condition, he became angry that the house was in this condition. He cleared a space on the couch to sit; as he did he came across one of Danny's completed school assignments, with its large red C staring him in the face. He closed his deep blue eyes as his anger grew; after all they did the boy still didn't care enough to get a decent grade. He was a Fenton; Fenton's didn't get C's, period. Fentons got A's; no Fenton was beyond that rule. Sure Maddie said that he got B minuses, but that was just the one time, she just wasn't going to let him live that down.

Danny watched in his mind's eye as his father's face became steel, with a slight nod of his head he had seemed to make up his mind about something. That something was reveled to him only moments later. He watched himself not noticing the change in his father hang up the phone and start toward the door, on his way to the door he had called out that he was going to meet Sam and Tucker at the Nasty Burger to hang out. His father's eyes snapped open, a manic glint in them as his son passed by him; his hand shot out and grabbed Danny around the arm. That was the first time that he had ever smelled liquor on his father's breath, or on anyone's for that matter. In a slightly slurred speech he spoke quite fiercely the words that for some reason he couldn't get out of his head even now, "You, are nut gon' 'anywher' d'anny. Bein' nice to you 'bout yer slipin grads isn't helpin' them so I gus' that means that I'n goin' to have ta take a diffant apoch."

He squeezed his eyes shut he didn't want to think about what had happened next. Needless to say that he never meet with Sam and Tucker that night, nor had he any night since. It was killing him, he missed his friends, but at this point that wasn't what he needed. What he needed was a protector, what he needed was his mom. But what if she agrees with him and his new regime? What will happen then? She wouldn't back him up... Would she?