Sometimes I wonder why I do what I do. Sure, I've been hurt, bruised, cut, trapped, you name it, it most likely happened to me. Who am I? I'm Danny, Danny Fenton. What people don't know is that I'm also a super hero. I am Danny Phantom.
Why do I save people? Even my own enemies! Why do I even care? You wouldn't believe how many times I felt just like quitting and giving up. I've come close to stopping my hero work, sure.
So why do I care? That question tears me up inside. It keeps asking itself over and over and over again. Seriously, why do I care? See! I asked myself again! Asking stuff over and over has to be unhealthy, huh.
I guess I may as well think about an answer. I hate seeing people get hurt. I want to puke at the sight of blood. I'm always sad when people die. Could this be my answer? No, there's something more to it…but what?
Ok, I'm not used to thinking this hard. I'm confused. Maybe it's because it's my fault the Fenton Ghost Portal works? It's my fault that the ghosts get out. Great, now I feel guilty…and hungry.
There has to be a reason. I must have a purpose. What is it? Do I simply fight ghosts to take up after my family? Ok, that's a scary thought. It could be true, I guess. Now I'm creeping myself out.
What do I care about? Well, that's easy: My family and friends. I don't have many friends, but the two friends I do have are more than I could ever ask for. Yes, I want to protect them. Even when dad threatens to rip me apart molecule by molecule, I don't care. That has to be inhuman, though. It'd be painful at the least. Great. My fear of needles increased.
When I fight ghost, some of my stress and frustration is unleashed. Boy dose that feel good! But then again, fighting ghost can give me more stress and frustration. It's a fifty-fifty go there. Well, that cancels out that idea.
Why didn't I turn out evil like Vlad? Wait, Vlad is a seriously crazed up fruit loop who needs a lonely guy cat. I'm not lonely. I have Sam, Tucker, and Jazz. I have Dani to, but I don't know where she is right now. So, people saved me, so is that why I save them?
Darn it! I've got a migraine! If only I could think this much at school. Maybe then I'd be an A+ student. Man, School! I totally forgot to do my homework again! Maybe Sam will let me copy again. Sam is nice. She knows what it's like to be different from the crowed. She knows how hard it is to fit in when you're the odd ball. She knows…
I know why I fight know. I fight to keep Sam safe. If anything ever happened to her, I'd kill myself. Well, the rest of myself. Great, just what am I? No! Another question! My brain already hurts!
Contemplation of the second question will be next chapter!
Pilo of the WUAC