Raven in. Hey guys. This story is actually based on a true one. No, thank the Lord this didn't happen to me. If you want to know about it, look up Robbie Hawkins Biography. It's a sad case and its happening very commonly nowadays. The song is called "All The Other Kids" by Foster The People. This story is Crime/Tragedy. Don't worry; I'll be writing hearts and laffies next week or maybe sooner, if I get enough reviews. Danny Phantom and all character associated do not belong to me. It all belongs to Butch Hartman.
Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room
He won't tell you his plans
He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth
He's a cowboy kid
Yeah, he found a six-shooter
In his dad's closet hidden in the box of fun things
And I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you
Danny hated his life. He was plain sick of it. He wondered what did he do to deserve the life he currently had. He remembered all the happiness he had before moving into the miserable house. He remembered the joy of being with his family, his father being alive. He longed for his friends to hang out with him, to tease him, to comfort him, to be there with him. All that ended when his father was deliberately killed and the family had to move. Vlad had "comforted" his mother and now she married him. Jazz was also killed in front of his eyes, so she wouldn't call for help. The only ones left were Maddie and him. He sighed and looked at his chains. Everyday, Vlad had tortured him mercilessly and had taken his ghost powers away. He was now weak and unhappy. Damn, how his life sucked.
All the other kids with the pumped-up kicks
You'd better run, betterr un, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped-up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
Danny steeled himself for the regular torment he would be facing, as he heard foot steps down the stairs. Soon, bitter curses, the leering laugh, the sound of thrashing and agonized screams echoed in the basement. The footsteps finally had gone upwards and the iron door shut with a BANG! Danny let the tears drop down his cheeks. Then he cursed himself for being weak. He should be used to this, shouldn't he? After all, he had been here for three months. The sound of heated arguing, feminine crying, and finally relentment, reached Danny's ears. He sighed once again. It was Vlad and his mother arguing again. He haeard gentle footsteps on the stairs, and saw his mother, whom he hadn't seen in a week, there with fresh tears down her beautiful face. At the middle age of 45, Maddie looked just as lovely, but in a dark way. Permanent tear tracks marked her face and she never smiled. Contrary to popular belief, she didn't marry Vlad willingly. It was through threats and promises did she relent.
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, yeah he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise,
Because dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
I've waited a long time
Yeah, the slight of my hand is now a quick pulled trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say your hair's on fire,
You must have lost your wits, yeah
I'm sorry I had to stop here guys. But its past my bedtime (I know how babyish. I sleep at 12). I'll continue this soon, I promise! ~Raven