Phantom Heart
Ch2: Hate of a Halfa
Danny was welcomed into the Fenton's house as soon as she rang the doorbell. Jazz answered the door, "Thanks for coming Sam." Jazz smiled.
"No problem. Has he still not said a word?" Sam was worried, it was unlike Danny to behave the way he was.
"No." Maddie answered sadly.
"Okay, well, I'm going to his room." Sam walked up the stairs. She knocked on the door, "Danny? It's Sam. Can I come in? I brought you some of your favorites from the Nasty Burger in case you're hungry."
There was no answer. "Danny come on I know you're in there." Sam scoffed, but then she sighed and tried the gentle and sweet approach, "Danny, please let me in, if there's something bothering you, you can tell me."
"It's unlocked." A voice finally came from the other side of the door. It was Danny's voice, but it didn't quite sound like him. Sam opened the door, she walked in to find the room dark; it was eight something at night and it was dark as midnight in the room, the only light in the room was the light that entered from the hallway.
Danny was on his bed. He had his legs brought to his chest, his arms crossed over his knees, his face buried in his arms. "Danny?" Sam sat on the bed in front of the Halfa, "What's wrong?" She petted his hair softly.
"I hate this." Danny stated.
"Hate what?" Sam didn't understand.
"Me!" Danny said. Danny looked at Sam. Sam gasped; there were dark circles under Danny's eyes, his hair wasn't smooth like it usually was; it was ruff and oily.
"He looks like he hasn't slept in days." Sam thought to herself, "You, Danny why would you hate yourself?" Sam asked.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't. I'm abomination to ghosts, my parents want rip my apart molecule by molecule, and I can't have a normal life thanks to these stupid powers!" Danny explained.
"…Well, I like you just the way you are," Danny looked at Sam surprised, "Danny you're smart, funny, cute, and you have a really good heart. Do you know how hard it is to find a guy like that?"
"…" Danny didn't answer.
"Danny, who cares if the ghosts don't like you? In my opinion they're just jealous because a Halfa is more powerful than they'll ever be and your parents… well, if they knew the truth they would still love you, because you're their son." Sam smiled gently.
"…" Danny didn't know what to say.
"Here, you ought to eat this before it gets cold. I'm sure you're hungry." Sam handed Danny the Nasty Burger bag and drink that she had sat by the bed.
Danny cracked a small smile, "Yeah, thanks."
To Be Continued…