I listen to them, night and day. Fighting about him, what to do with him. They tried every method at first to conceal the fighting but now they simply do it for the whole world to hear. I try to hide away in my studies and my music, but I always hear it. And it's all over Danny.

My poor little brother he tries so hard and yet he doesn't even know that this family is ripping apart at the seams. If he knew it would break him. I watch him try to keep his secret, try to deal with the yelling, and try to deal with life. But he's not superman and I'm not blaming him.

But what about me, does anyone even care about me. I don't really like the attention, but I would like to be noticed and apperciated. Danny does apperciate me, he doesn't know how to show it. But he did prove it to me when he came looking for me after I went to Vlad's. I know he'd been willing to die to save me, luckily I'm just as clever in a fight as he is...sometimes.

So I'm not the best ghost fighter like Sam or Tucker, but I try. I can't always help out though I know that. But who really cares about me. Here I go with the self loathing again, I think Sam would call me emo or something like that. I just wish I could play a bigger part in my little brother's life, I wish that sometimes he would care to know what I thought.

Seriously he can trust me, he should know by now. Since I kept his secret from the world for a good two months without him even knowing. Sure when I first first saw his "transformtion" I thought about telling my parents. I mean come on Danny was a ghost! Something had happened to him and I thought he had...died. Surely my parents should know that their son was really a ghost, that the accident had been worse than we thought.

But after he saved me from being vaporised, I knew. Not that he was still humanly connected, and I know this because of sixteen years of lectures, but because he was breathing. Ghosts do not breathe, that of which that has no life will not have life functions. Danny was alive but was still ghost, a ghost with shallow breathing.

And I just couldn't tell, he wanted so desperatly to live a normal life, well as normal as possible, and I let him have it. He's still jsut a kid and he wants to have fun...

Will I ever have fun again? I've been trying to grow up so fast that I actually let my childhood slip through my fingers. I was an "adult" I wanted to be treated like one, and I got my wish. Now I want to be treated like a kid, I want to have fun and party with friends, and laugh but all I do now is worry.

I worry like a mother, I stay up late for Danny to come home. And stay up even later to fix any battle wounds he might have aquired. There are nights were I stayed up with him because I didn't think he would make it through the night. And I wasn't about to let him be alone. I go out and find him and sneak him back in and then I stay with him untill those two blue eyes look at me.

This is where I am now, I'm sitting beside his bed on my knees watching him sleep. I'm making sure that he doesn't slip away from me during the night. I hold onto his hand and talk to him softly. It's my turn to fight now, but I'm not fighting in vain like my parents, and I'm not fighting for the world like Danny, I'm fighting for one reason and that is to make sure that he takes the next breath.

It's a long battle and it's strenous. In my room there's a pile of books all with homework in there that wont be done, there are tests tomorrow that I wont pass. Because I'm in here holding on for Danny. I'm in here praying that he will wake up tomorrow and feel refreshed and alive. I'll be tired but I'll be happy, I'll sleep through class and bring home another failing grade on the test. But I'll come home and see him with bright eyes and a smile.

He knows I'm here he knows I'm saving his life. Danny knows I want him to take the next breath and he does, that's the only thanks I want. And that's all the satisfaction I'll ever need. As long as I keep his heart beating I wont ever complain.

He takes in a deep breath of air and groans in his sleep. He shifts slightly and mutters to me with his eyes closed. "Jazz?"

"I'm here Danny."

And I always will be.

Inspiration at 2 am? This is impossible...I shouldn't be coming up with anything meaningful at this point. But I love the brother and sister bond thing so here some more Jazz and Danny cavity causers.