AN/: My second fanfiction, Yay! This is the edited version, fixed spelling mistakes, and various other things. I was in an angsty mood, this is much different than my first fic, Unexpected Images. Not any humor to be found here! but plenty of angst to go around. Which is always good, in my opinion. Enjoy.
Danny Phantom does NOT belong to me. * Danny and Butch Hartman thank the lord*
Trigger
The pain was to much. He closed his eyes, and released a deep pent up sigh. It was now or never. He had been living a double live for 3 years now, and being expected to do the best in both, being criticized, and under appreciated.
He just couldn't take it anymore. he dedicated his life to saving people, and what did he get in return? He got bullied and made fun of, The whole town hated him, His own parents hunted him! He had spiraling lately, down, and down he went, deeper into his depression. No one noticed. He had heard, a while ago, that you couldn't tell when someone was depressed. Because the people who seemed most happy, were the most torn up inside.
He now knew how true this was. He kept up his facade when ever he was around people. But, even in a room full of people, he felt so alone. no one understood what he was going through, Sam and Tucker tried to understand, they really did but it wasn't enough. He didn't know what else to do, he was always so unhappy. He just wanted it to stop. For the pain to end. Danny Fenton was going to end his life. Going to end his pain.
He griped the object in his hand, he could feel the cool metal pressing against his finger tips. Just one pull of the trigger, and it would all end. It was so easy, Yet, so hard. He raised the gun to his temple, his eyes flickered to the note lying on his desk. The note he left for his friends and family. he knew this was wrong, that it would hurt them. But, he needed this to end, all this pain, all this unhappiness.
He drew in a shaky breath, and got a firm grip on the gun, his finger on the trigger. He squeezed his eyes shut, a single tear escaped his eye and traced a wet path down his cheek. He made his decision. And he pulled the trigger.