I shall never own Danny Phantom, you all know that, stop rubbing it in my face.
Oh look, another one-shot! YAY!
Be happy, I'm expecting my chips to come and my Harry Potter bag, but it HASN'T COME IN THE MAIL YET!
*takes a deep breath*
On with this fic!
"I'm perfectly fine."
I let out a bitter laugh, like Danny was perfectly fine. Hell, there had been more ghosts this week and Danny continued fighting them without stopping.
Just what was wrong with him?
"I get enough sleep."
"That explains the dark circles under your eyes" I muttered sarcastically. Danny never would sleep much whenever there were ghosts.
He said that it didn't matter.
She hoped he didn't get any nightmares, when he did get sleep he usually woke up already in fighting stance.
"I can handle it"
"Like hell you can." I muttered.
Sure, he can handle it, that's why he can't even stand up right at school!
"I eat enough to get through the day."
"Mmhmm, that's why you are so god damn skinny." I snarled at the phone.
My best friend was getting skinnier than ever. I had been tempted to just grab him and take him to the most fattening restraint in the world. Hell, even my own parents were worried about him! And that's saying a lot since they used to hate him.
"I don't need any help!"
"You're our goddamn friend! Why would you not need help? Just look at yourself!" I couldn't help but exclaim, wanting so badly to toss the phone to the wall.
"…"
"Stop it with your lies!" I shouted "You need help, Danny. And if you don't want it, then I am going to tie you to your bed, give you sleeping pills, and force feed you for a whole week."\
"They're not lies…."
"Yes they are! You know perfectly well they are! Now if I do not see you on my doorstep in 10 minutes, I am going over there and talking to your parents, whether you like it or not. I might even just tell them why you are like this." I snarled before slamming the phone shut.
I burst into tears, Danny could not stop with his lies! He didn't want help. I stared determinedly at my reflection, wiping away any tears.
Well if he didn't want help, he was still going to get some.
This made no sense huh?
To me it did, trust me.
It happened to my friend and I actually tied him to my bed and force fed him.
Stress from tests I suppose.
Still, he's better now.