Hello. My name is Jasmine Lily Fenton. I hate my life and that is why in just a few moments, I am going to kill myself. Death doesn't frighten me. Nothing could possibly be worse than my current situation. You probably wouldn't believe it but this shadow, this pitiful mess, this hollow, empty shell of a human being used to be a happy, successful young woman. Shocking, isn't it.
I suppose that I should tell you everything, starting from the beginning. I was born in a log cabin…jk hehe Not that it matters. But hey, when you're sitting at the end of your world, knuckles white from your grip on the steering wheel, let's see you try to gather up the courage to commit suicide without stalling. Not that I'm stalling. I just want the people I love to understand my motives, even though they probably won't even notice that I'm gone. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
My parents were the leading experts in all things paranormal and "ghostly." I know, crazy huh? I mean who actually believes in ghosts? Five year olds with overactive imaginations? That's exactly what I used to believe, but living in Amity Park, the main "haunt" for ghosts, these "imaginary spiritual beings" quickly become reality.
Anyway, my parents were constantly inventing new stupidly named weapons to capture and tear a ghost, one in particular, apart "molecule by molecule." As if that wasn't embarrassing enough already, my father was especially good at scaring my friends, …well if I had any…, away blathering on about ghosts. Before I discovered my brother's secret, I shrugged off my parents' studies as just that: insane, senseless blatherings.
But Danny did something, or rather became something that threw all of my previous notions about ghosts out the window: on December 1st two years ago, Danny accidentally turned on my parents' stupid ghost portal and experienced a shock that should have killed him. Well, I suppose that it did sort of half-kill him, if that makes any sense at all. Then again, living in this town, almost nothing makes sense.
Yes, that's correct. My little goofball brother is the infamous half-ghost Danny Phantom all because of my parents' horrible obsession. Who knows what sort of psychological harm they could have caused on his fragile intellect? After all, Danny is only a child.
Sigh. Danny, he's been so responsible with his powers. True, there was that one time that he almost cheated on the CAT test, but thanks to a little meddling from some blue ghost that I call "Cukoo," he never did cheat. I do wish that he would be more careful though. I am proud of what he does even if he doesn't love me.
I just wish that they would do more than only acknowledge my existence. Yeah, sure I was the "smart one" always getting my precious A's and impressive scores, but it's because of that that my parents do not pay attention to me. They're always too busy scolding Danny about shrinking from his chores, being late for curfew, or failing grades to even notice that I was nominated for valedictorian, that I was a homecoming princess, that I ran away. I was in a constant battle with Danny and their stupid obsession, vying for their attention. My efforts, however were all in vain. Ghost envy 101 right?
After all, I did write my college thesis on Freakshow, I should be able to recognize the signs. But so what if I envy my brother? Is it so wrong to want to be accepted, to be unique? Any other girl can get perfect, flawless grades but can anyone have ghost powers? No!
I'm not sure that it's even the jealousy that's bothering me the most. Nope, definitely not. It's what my parents and Danny said and did to me earlier that has caused me to succumb to this utterly depressing state of despair….
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