(A/N: Okay, due to the recent events that happened to me, I hit an all-time low. I've been moody all June holidays and I'm sick of it all. Especially the stupid homework my school gave me *scowls*
On another note, this shall be the very last drabble in a while. I'm very sorry, but do bear with me. If you wanna know more, check out my profile. It should be updated by the time you see this.)
Characters/ Pairings: No pairings, just Danny.
Genre: Angst
Rating: T (teenage angst must be rated for safety)
Inspiration: My mum giving away my guinea pig *sob*, and the results I got for Semester 1.
Pyro Drabbles—Masked
=In His Thoughts=
~Danny's POV~
There it goes...
...all down the drain.
What am I talking about? What's left of me, of course.
Ever since what happened in my parents' lab a few months ago, my life has been in shreds. I'm not blaming anyone, though. The accident was something that I brought upon myself. There was just as much a chance of Sam or Tucker having the accident as much as I did.
Afterwards, my life just became a routine. It repeated over and over, almost like a mantra: Catch the ghosts, suck them into the Thermos, return them to the Ghost Zone via the Ghost Portal when I got home, and it'll restart all over again later part of the day. Of course, I had Tucker and Sam to share the burden with, but this didn't just stop when the Sun goes down. Yes, it even continued on at night, my resting time. While my best friends were sound asleep at home, I never had the heart to call them for help with ghost hunting, so I catch them on my own at night.
I risk my life trying to save people from ghosts, defending this God-forsaken town they call Amity Park. I could have kept my powers to myself and be a by-stander, watching as the chaos unfolds and running away from it to save myself, but no. I just had to be the good guy, doing the right thing and being the almighty Hero…and what do I get in return?
Screams of horror.
Proclaims that "Inviso-Bill" is the same as the rest of those filthy ghosts and should be shredded molecule by molecule. (Thanks a lot for that one, Dad.)
Declaration from the Mayor that I'm Public Enemy Number One.
Sometimes being the good guy isn't what it's cracked up to be.
Why do I keep getting all these kinds of painful remarks when all I'm trying to do is help them? Is it really that difficult to tell the difference between black and white? If I really was that evil, I would have torn down this town to nothing by now.
Of course, no one really bothers to analyze the situation from my perspective. They take everything as it is, being the ignorant fools they are.
Nevertheless, I trudged on, fighting for a town that didn't even know I was protecting it.
That's not the only thing that's bothering me. On the contrary, there are more to it.
My grades have been slipping from bad to worse. I flunked three subjects and barely scraped through the rest. I knew I was in big trouble.
Fentons were supposed to get 'A's, except for my dad, who gets "solid" 'B' minuses. Normally, I can ace all my subjects, but lately… I've been so exhausted. I can barely even keep my eyes open during lessons, let alone absorb whatever the teacher's saying.
On top of that, Mr Lancer just had to tell my parents about the numerous detentions I had accumulated as well as my escalating results. That had caused an extremely long-winded lecture to ensue, about how I should buck up and not be so lazy, just slacking around and "shirking from my chores".
Is it really my fault that I'm the one with freaky ghost powers and has to fight ectoplasmic beings every day without fail, not being able to cope with studying?
All I know for sure is that life just got a heck lot tougher than it originally was.
Sam and Tucker know me for being the rock among us. I'm supposed to be the one who musters a smile even when I'm badly beaten by the enemy, I'm supposed to be the one who can defend Amity Park because I'm half-ghost, I'm supposed to be the one who can handle all the pressure.
But I'm not. I'm not all that. Not at all.
It was just a mask. A mask that I slip on every single day without anyone even noticing that it was fake.
I hate it so much. I thought I was stronger than this, I thought I could handle this...
But nothing I do is ever enough... so why even bother trying?
I'm just so sick of it all. I just want some peace in my messed-up life.
Is that really too much to ask for?
(A/N: Okay, I suck at angst, big time, I know. You don't have to remind me =w=; This was just some vent writing.
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