Danny shook as he stared down at the ground bellow him, buildings just dots and people too small to see. There were no ghosts attacking today but he hadn't been so lucky yesterday or the day before or the day before. Every day another one attacked and he had to fight. He was just a teenager. He wanted to go to school, have friends and worry about homework. He didn't want to train to fight creatures that came back stronger every time he flushed them back into the ghost zone. He didn't want to fear for his life in his own home. He didn't want to sit quietly in his classroom, unable to pay attention because he was too focused on not screaming.
What did they expect? A fifteen year old boy couldn't be thrust into war without consequences to his psyche. It broke him and hollowed him out. He felt only pain, only fear and now he was going to free himself of it all. He was going to end the fighting, remove himself from the everlasting battle that had consumed his life so completely.
The white-blue rings traveled from his waist down his legs and up his chest. When they faded he felt gravity take over. Should he scream? He really didn't know. What do you do when you're plummeting from hundreds of feet in the air? He really didn't want to scream though. Why spend his last moments in a terrified panic. No he would just enjoy the roller coaster feeling in his stomach and the cold fresh air hitting his face.
It all went so fast. One second he was too high to view anything and next the roofs were in sight, people easily spotted on the busy sidewalks. His last thought was that he shouldn't be smiling before there was a loud squishy bang in the middle of an intersection.