Danny was about to do something he'd never considered before, but as he went to make the cut his wrist went intangible. In frustration Danny threw the glass across the room. His head became more clear.

"What was I thinking?" Danny asked looking down at his unharmed arm. Danny felt more ashamed than ever, what would they think if they saw him now? Nothing but dissapointment.

Danny dropped to his knees in the center of his room. 'What do I do?' He thought, the pain came flooding back and began to crash over his head. 'What can I do? There's nothing for me, then why do I continue to go on?'

A thought came to his mind. Valerie. She still cared, she still thought of him and emailed him, sometimes she'd call just to leave a happy greeting on his cell phone. Danny thought to call her but didn't he only checked his email and read a new message. It was nothing major she just wrote she missed him and that worked sucked.

And for a moment Danny felt like a normal teenager. Not some killing orphan halfa. He was just Danny Fenton and he was nothinghorrible in her innocent unknowing eyes.

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I stayed away from everyone all day. I made my presence unknown and unrecognized. It's all I deserve any way. When the night came down I tossed restlessly unable to sleep. I felt guilty, I tried to do the unspeakable, the dumbest thing ever. That wasn't me at all. I'm stronger than that.

Before I went to bed I'd seen a lovely l picture of Sam. My dear departed Sam, whose beauty will never grace this world. I realized now my mistake, I had my chance to tell her of my love but for some reason I seemed to push that aside. We had all the time in the world right? God she was always right I was clueless.

But I still couldn't sleep. And my eyes soon found the phone on the nightstand. Who do I call? Who else? It seems so late, but I think she'll understand. Hopefully.

I dial the number and the phone rings once, twice, "Danny?" Comes a tired female voice.

"Valerie I'm so sorry for waking you." I apoligize noticing the time is two o clock.

"It's no problem Danny, really, so whats on your mind?" She asks suddenly sounding so awake.

The dreaded question, I don't know exactly how to tell her. She always told me to be strong and not to resort to anything that would dome damange."I, I uh, please dont hate me, but I tried to hurt myself." I stuttered out trying to keep my cool, I was a guy we don't cry.

"It'll be alright Danny I promise. You have to hold on I know it's really rough but you have to try. You're parents wouldnt want you to die, and they would want you to go on and succeed.There's a reason you survived. There is, I promise." She naswered sounding desperate to keep me alive.

I had to think about this. Was there a reason I survived? Well as far as she knew, but the real reason was that I didn't act I didn't help. And they all went up in smoke. No my sweetest Valerie, there was no reason that I walked out ok, I just wasn't in their position. I wished I'd moved closer to them so that I could've gone out just like them.

"You're right Valerie."I hesiated as I chose my words correctly then continued."I know better than this I really do, but I just cant help it, they're dead, they're all dead. I saw them die, I did. And it's all my fault." I said shaking my head as the pictures of them danced in my guilty conscience.

"It's never you're fault, what happened, happened, with no one at fault especially not you." Valerie returned, she really cared about me but if only she knew the truth. Her words were honest and sincere but they truly were useless to me. It was my fault.

"Will the pain ever end?" I asked feeling my heart sink as I had already knew the answer.

"It will, I promise you this, it will always hurt a little but it will dull." She answered. This pain dulling didn't seem to be comprehensible, there's no way.

"How do you know?"I asked cautiously, there's no way she could understand right?

"I've lost a loved one, my mother, trust me Danny as long as you believe they are there they always will be."

"I know, I really never felt this bad but I saw a picture of Sam, she was so beautiful and I couldn't help but remember the look in her eyes before she died. Valerie, I really loved her." I said still keeping back tears. At least I could tell somebody that I loved that girl.

Sam had looked so scared and hurt, she gave me this look that said 'How could you let this happen?' I wanted to scream, how could I let this happen? I shouldn't have. Is it just me or am I stuck in a redundant depression. I can't take this much longer.

"I know Danny just hold on and remember they'll always be with you. Dont ever let go." Valerie comforted.

"Ok Valerie I'll try my very hardest. I promise." I finally said, before we both said goodbye and hung up.

Don't ever let go? She must think I'm sucidal or something. I'm not, at least I don't think I am, after the whole incident today I couldn't imagine killing myself. But then again you can't really kill whats already dead. And believe you me that I am in fact dead. Take no note of the breathing or beating heart, those are lies.

I am dead to all feeling, dead to this world, dead to myself. So then what's the problem with just making the walking corpse of Danny Fenton find peace? I already know, my parents would never want to see my like this. They would never want me to think like this. Infact they never would've liked a lot of things I've done and become.

I see the problem vaguely now, but I have no solution so far. But the problem isn't Fenton. It's Phantom. He's taken over my life, he's taken everything and I'm done being the failure for him. I'm done being the freak for him. I just want to be me again, and only me. But is that even possible, is this a sucide attempt?

I see no way, I'm stuck with this nuisance for the rest of my life and probably even in my after life. There are just too many lies too many difficulties. This must end.

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Danny walked over and stared at himself in the mirror that sat atop a dresser. The pale moonlight seemed to play tricks with his eyes because the reflection in the mirror was Phantom. Phantom just smiling back.

"Who do you think you are?" Danny growled at the image."You aren't me, you never were. I just covered up for you and took the beatings for."

The image stared back only moving when Danny did. The poor despondent teen was hallucinating, he was losing his mind.Danny stared harder at the image until the eyes began to dim from their green back to his natural blue color.

"Ha I'm in control." He laughed, but for some reason his victory meant nothing, for he wasn't in control. If he had been this wouldn't be occuring.

Danny clenched his fist angrily as he waited while Phantom regressed back to Fenton. Finally the reflection was back to the plain teen filled with abject misery. Danny realized he didn't like this boy any better than the last. 'I'm so sick of myself.' He thought bitterly as he looked down at a picture of Sam with shinning eyes.

Suddenly a rage errupted from Danny and in one split second motion he punch the mirror. His reflection shattered and his hand bled. Danny screamed not in pain but in frustration and defeat. He fell to the floor crying and clinging to the picure.

Vlad burst in after being awoken by the boy's cries. He rushed over to the crumpled teenager and saw the blood emitting itself from his hand. Vlad kneeled beside Danny ignoring the shattered glass that surronded them he gathered the boy in his arms as his paternal insicts seemed to kick in.

"Danny it's ok boy, it's ok."

Danny quivered and then after a few moments he stopped crying all together. He pulled away from Vlad and his face grew stern. "Make it stop."

"What?" Vlad said blinking at the boy.

"The ghost, phantom, take it away, take it out do something." He answered and Vlad thought he sounded insane.

"Daniel I don't think I can do that without something happening to you."

"I don't care. Take it away." Danny said firmly.

yeah so this hour is certainly not unfamiliar to me but having tricked my body into only about four hours of sleep last night, it may as well be 5am. Perfect time to write really. In any other state I might write something halfway intelligible or concise and who wants that? I'll stick to my somnambulist prose.

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