Danny held the knife above his wrist. 'One little cut. That's all it takes.' He stabbed in with more force than was probably needed and dragged the knife upwards. Slowly, the too-dull blade cut through muscle and skin leaving a gaping hole from his wrist. Red blood and green ectoplasm mixed as the sickly colors surged out of the wound. "I can't even bleed right." he told to the empty air. "All I am is a lie. I can't ever be human. I can't even die properly." By this time, his ghostly super healing had completely sealed the gash.
"My parents hate me. Sam only likes me because I'm unique. One of a kind. Does she know how hard it is? Does she know that if my parents found out they would torture me and then throw me into the ghost zone for my enemies? And Tucker? He doesn't care. He wants a servant or something. I wonder if anyone else out there fears being killed for coming home after school, on time or otherwise." He closed his eyes and plunged the knife into his chest several times. The worst part was that he didn't die.
"I can't even die properly…" He whispered.