!WARNING! - This book contains graphic scenes and sensitive topics such as abuse; drinking; suicidal themes; self-harm; parental neglect; bullying; underage drinking/smoking; and other factors the play in or with major depression, PTSD, anxiety disorder, etc. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or are triggered by anything beyond this point, please click out of this book and take your time to calm yourself down. I do not wish for you or others to put yourself at risk. If it becomes too much please seek help from a loved one, trusted adult, and/or a doctor.
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Full Summary - Everyone thinks that Daniel James Fenton has a picture-perfect life. Good parents, even if they are a little obsessed with ghosts. An older sister, who is top of her year and a psychologist, to help him with homework and other personal problems. Friends who he hangs out with almost 24/7. A godfather who is a multi-billionaire for christ sakes! His life is that of a dream, yet he throws it all away, fails school and acts like he doesn't care. Everyone wants his life. So since they can't have it, they bully him. And it takes one miss text to the wrong person for everything to come crashing down.
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Disclaimer - Danny Phantom is a production of Nickelodeon. I own nothing.
It was 6:07 AM when sunlight breached through Danny's window. But the 15-year-old wasn't in bed. No, he was out fighting ghosts to protect his town. Right now, he just finished taking out the Box Ghost once again and is flying back to his house. Eight minutes later Danny comes floating through his open window and flops down onto his bed. He transforms back to his human half as his eyes begin to droop. Danny fought to stay awake but in the end, he had lost. He fell asleep 10 minutes before his alarm went off.
Danny was covered in bruises and cuts, blood has dried over many of them. His old bandaging needs to be replaced but he can deal with that later. As the minute's pass, his body begins to finally breathe regularly. When his alarm went off exactly at 6:30, jerking Danny awake, he accidentally phases through his bed. Groaning at the pain and mentally cursing, he turns to his side and very slowly slides out from underneath. Danny lays on the floor a bit longer to get his body to stop protesting in pain. Eventually, he had to get up. If he didn't his father would come in and make sure he did. He didn't want a repeat. So he stood up, breathing heavily as his aching body yelled at him to stay. He refused and sluggishly walked over to his closet. He walks in and switches on the light. Shuffling to the back he moved a few things before his found his hidden stash of medical supplies. It wasn't anything major. There was only a bottle of rubbing alcohol, peroxide, bandages, adherent wrapping, gauze, over the counter pain medication, some cream and disinfectant wipes.
Grabbing the whole kit and then clothes to change into, Danny walks out of his room and into the bathroom right down the hall. Danny always made sure to get up at least 45 minutes ' earlier than everyone else so he can patch himself up, so no questions will be asked. Danny closes the bathroom door, locks it and strips. He turns the shower to maximum heat to soothe his aching body. After waiting for a few minutes he gets in and the extremely hot water burns his skin. Turning his already, severely, pale skin red as the water hits him. But Danny doesn't turn down the heat, he leaves it be, as it washes away all the dried blood and grime off his thin frame. Danny grabs the shampoo and begins his shower routine. Scrubbing the suds into his scalp gently but enough roughness to feel nice. Moaning at the message, he runs his head under the showerhead. The water beating down on him, washing the soapy mess away. He repeats this process with conditioner before he grabs the bar of soap. He runs the bar all over his body making it even whiter with soap.
After rinsing off, he stands in the shower for another minute before he steps out to dry himself off. He throws on a clean pair of underwear before he looks at himself in the mirror. He has a large bruise on both sides of his ribs, all over his legs and arms. His whole back was just one large bruise. A gash on his upper body covering his chest, going from his left shoulder to his lower right torso. Multiple small cuts littering every inch of his body. His face has a dark purple bruise on his jaw and cheek, a busted lip and a cut above his left eye. Sighing deeply he pick up the med kit and begins to patch up. Firstly disinfecting all the wounds then slathering the cream onto them. Covering them all in gauze before he begins to wrap. Once finished he looks again into the mirror, seeing that his chest, left shoulder, both arms, all of his torso and legs have been wrapped in skin-colored bandages. While his face was covered in small cut bandages and cream. Making him look mummified. Sighing again he checks the time. 15 minutes till everyone gets up. Danny grabs his pants and puts them on. Once on he grabs his shirt and carefully tugs it over his head, mindful of his injuries.
Now fully clothed he looks into the mirror for the third time in his routine. He needed to hide his face and hands with the makeup. Grabbing the tube of coverup his sister gave him, he begins to cover his newer injuries. Once he covered the last inch of marks on his face and just below his long sleeve shirt cuff he looks into the mirror for the final time. His older cuts and bruises will get covered later when he gets to school. Right now he won't be able to cover them because of his father. Sighing heavily he collects his things and steps out of the bathroom.
"Move." Danny was shoved backward and almost fell over. He looks up to see his father glaring down at him. Danny's breathing hitches as he sees the look in the man's eyes.
Looking down and clutching his items close to his chest he responds weakly, "Sorry, Sir." Danny didn't look his father in the eye. "I... I wasn't looking where I was going."
"Oh don't give me your pathetic excuses. You know damn well where you were going." He stepped closer to Danny and blocked the only way out. Danny's heart was beating like mad. He prayed to God that his father wouldn't be able to hear it as he could. Jack raised his hand and Danny flinched. Jack rested his hand on top of Danny's head, petting it softly. "Look at me, son." Danny didn't move. Fear coiled itself around Danny's chest. His breathing picked up, he dug his fingernails into his arms, biting his tongue and started to shake. "I said look at me, Daniel." His tone was a warning one.
His grip on Danny's hair tightens slightly. Making Danny look at his father out of fear. Fear of what he will do if he doesn't obey. "There. Now was that really so hard?" It was a rhetorical question. His hand slid to Danny's chin, gripping it tight he turned his head side to side. Looking at the cuts and bruises. "If anyone asks, tell them you fell out of a tree. Got it?"
"Y-yes, Sir."
"Good. Now go wake your mother and sister. Breakfast better be ready by the time I'm downstairs."
"...Yes, Sir." Jack let go of Danny and let his son by. Once Danny heard the door lock he all but raced to his room. Shutting the door, making sure to not slam it. Even though it was so damn tempting. He quickly threw his clothes in the dirty pile in his closet. Hiding the med kit with the coverup inside as fast as he can but double, even triple, checking to make sure it won't be discovered. Afterward, Danny raced to his parents' room and stops in front of it. Sighing he slowly opens the door. Peaking his head through he sees that mother is in bed sleeping. He pushes the door all the way open.
Walking over to her sleeping form he gently shakes her. Talking in a calm and caring tone, "Hey Mom. It's time to wake up."
Maddie began to stir as she is woken up. "...Hm? Danny?"
"Yea Mom, it's me. Dad wants us up and for you and Jazz to make breakfast." Danny looks at his mother's face and can easily see that she has been crying. As his mother turns to face him, he catches sight of light bruising around her neck. Bitting his tongue as he knows exactly where it was from, he makes a quick decision and gets up, still touching her shoulder. "How about I make breakfast and you can get Jazz up, then both of you can come downstairs when you're ready. Alright?" He stays with her until she is sitting up. He walks over and grabs clothes for her to wear making sure he also got out some undergarments. Yes, it may be embarrassing but it wasn't the first time or even the hundredth time he has seen her underwear because frankly, it happens all too often he has to get her things so she can get ready. Only because his father will do something to her the night before and she'll be exhausted the next day. So he makes it easier on her and Jazz by getting everything ready and done for them.
Danny sets the clothes neatly on top of the dresser and turns to leave but his mother calls to him. "Danny..."
Danny turns around and looks at his mother. She gets up and walks to him. She takes his face in her soft hands, she leans down and kisses his forehead. "Thank you, Danny. It really means a lot to me, I appreciate it very much. Know that I love you with all my heart, alright? You're my baby boy, forever and always." She pulls him into a light hug and again kisses the top of his head. Her smile was a sad one but still proud.
Danny smiles back. "Yeah, I know Mom. I love you too." She lets him go to get dressed. Maddie always feels ashamed that she can never stop the actions of her husband, and her children have to wake her up and get her dressed sometimes. Especially Danny, he always makes sure that he takes the most of his fathers hits. Which she always begs him to stop and let her handle it. He never listens though. When his father will start to get aggressive with her or her daughter, Danny somehow manages to turn it around and he takes the punches and kicks. He the youngest out of the three of them yet he always gets the worst of Jacks punishments. Maddie never wants to see her babies get hurt like this. She has tried to leave before with the kids but Jack had found them and dragged them all back to this hell house and went to beat them senseless. But once again Danny made sure she and Jazz got the least of the punishment. Jack almost killed Danny when he threw a chair and started choking him!
Tears came to Maddie's eyes as she remembered the black bruising around her son's throat for months. Danny smiled when he saw that Jazz only had been slapped as well as his mother. They told him that he shouldn't do this but he only shook his head and continued to smile, even as tears fell from his eyes.
Maddie wiped away her tears and quickly got dressed, going to wake her daughter. When she reached Jazz's room, Maddie quietly opened the door so she wouldn't wake Jazz if she is still sleeping.
Maddie sticks her head through to see that Jazz wasn't sleeping but was perched at the end of the bed looking out her window. "Jazz, sweetie. It's time to get up. Do you need help with anything?" Maddie pushed through the door and stood next to her daughter.
At her mother's voice, Jazz looked away from her window and gazed at her mother. It took a moment to process what she asked. "No, I'm good. Is Danny awake?" Jazz knew her brother was always the first to wake up. She doesn't know when but he's up, out of the shower and dressed before anyone else, "Do you want me to help make breakfast?"
Maddie just shook her head, "Danny's already on it." Maddie gazed around Jazz's room. There was solely a bed, dresser, desk, her closet, and a few items on the wall, slowly turning her head back to her daughter she asks, "If you want you can help me pack your lunches."
Jazz nodded standing up, "Yea, I'll help with that." She smiles at her mother as they walk out of her bedroom and down the hall. They pass the bathroom as silently as possible for Jack is still in the shower. Once downstairs and in the kitchen alongside Danny who was at the stove cooking eggs and bacon. Some toast has been made and jam was already spread across it.