Me: Hey all you faithful readers! I'm so sorry that it took so long for me to get this chapter up. I wrote and re-wrote it about 3 times before I was satisfied. I ended up breaking it into 2 chapters, so it would flow better. Expect the next chapter to be up by next weekend or maybe earlier depending on how things go. Thanks for putting up with me!

Danny Muse: You really need to get your act together.

Me: Shut up Danny.

Chapter 14

The wind bites my skin, clawing at it in sheer desperation for me to notice it, but its efforts are in vain. I do not acknowledge the wind; nor do I acknowledge the tears being thrown at the bitter wind as I fly. I am weightless in more ways than one. For I am not full, being the less obvious sense. I am not full, for I am empty. Why would I be filled? I have no joy, no happiness, and no reason.

This sort of life is unbearable. Who would damn a person to live this way? Who would? Why am I even alive…or dead… or whatever the hell I am! Why? Who gives a damn! No one. Nobody cares… and those who say that they do are deaf. They cannot hear their ignorance. It is foolish for them to think otherwise. They say they are here for me, lies, lies, LIES! If they are here for me then why did they ignore the truth, blow it off as a lie? And why do they accept my lies as truth. Ignorance! They are filled to the brim with it! And now who is to suffer for said ignorance? Me. It is always me… and why wouldn't it? I am the perfect scapegoat.

I am a failure, a mistake, a blemish upon the world… so I shall suffer while they dance in the sun. Why is that so hard for me to accept? Danny accept defeat! Accept it! Your only purpose in this world is being a scapegoat for all, living or dead. Let the kids at school bully you, let the ghosts of another world bruise you, let your failures break you, let your loved one's guilt you. Accept it now! …It should be that simple right? Then… why is it so hard?

Perhaps it is mere human nature, never being satisfied with life… or maybe it is something more? Maybe there is something wrong with me… of course there is something wrong with you Danny! It's foolish of you to think otherwise. You are a freaking half-ghost for god's sake! You shouldn't exist! You should've died in that portal! God I wish I died in that portal… oh god how I wish I had just died in that portal. I smile for a moment… yes how beautiful that would've been. How beautiful! A vision swirls in my mind; a fantasy that I pray silently could be real.

A young 14 year old boy steps into his parent's ghost portal… his hands deprived of any bloodshed and fear caress the insides of the portal. His vivid blue eyes, filled with all the innocence of the world, are filled with a fearful wonder. Suddenly, these hands feel a click, and the boy's innocent eyes widen as he sees a button labeled haphazardly "on".

He heard a whirring sound, and quickly he realizes the portal must be turning on! He turns to run to the exit, but his clumsy feet snag on a tangle of wires. He falls to the ground, his eyes filled with terror as he looks into the faces of his two shocked friends. Suddenly everything's green, then a light, pain… so much pain… then darkness… sweet darkness…then a better light… a forgiving light… happiness…no more pain…

I sigh in longing. How beautiful would have that been? But no… I scowl. I don't get such pleasures from the world. Destiny turned what could've been a wonderful experience into a living hell! I can't take it! I could've been dead and happy, but in am imposable feat… I survived… in the worst way possible. I can't gain my old life back… getting rid of my ghost half could only end in trouble…I can say that firsthand. But what if… what if I got rid of my human half…

Same idea really… no more painful human emotions to tie me down.

But could I honestly do that? I could easily justify taking away my ghost half… taking my dead half, easy. But taking my human half… the living half? Killing myself? Committing… suicide? I shudder. It seems like such a wrong thought, crossing through my mind. The thoughts of death themselves do not bother me so… but that word… It is so ominous, so open-ended. So many possibilities…you see them all over the internet, all over T.V. The sleeping pills, hanging, gunshot to the head, driving into a wall, breathing in gas from the stove… So many options…

But no! I can't end my life! It's just so wrong! Ghah! I'm so confused. Life and death, so intertwined, once choice deciding, so close, so far, so easy, so hard, what do I do! AGH!

I stop in mid flight, close my eyes, and turn my head to the sky and scream. I force the scream louder, until my throat is raw. I open my eyes as the scream dies off and notice the green rings echoing from my mouth. I hadn't realized I was using my ghostly wail…

I hear a terrified scream from below. I hear murmurs, and I look down. A mob of people are staring at me, eyes bugged out in fear. One points, another cries out, whispers collide together into a collaborative scream. Snippets of conversations reach my ears.

"He's lost it!"

"The ghost boy is nuts!"

"There isn't a ghost up there he's fighting is there?"

"Is he okay?"

"Is he going to attack us?"

"I knew all these ghosts were nothing but trouble! They should go back to the hellhole they came from!"

"He's a lunatic!"

"I bet he died jumping in front of a car or something… so stupid"

I turn to them with tears down my eyes. The murmurs stop. I wipe away my faintly glowing tears and speak.

"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"

I fly away before they can respond.

I know what I need to do now.

The choice is so easy.

If both Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom are no good…

Then maybe we can at least get rid of one of them…