Disclaimer: Danny Phantom and all of Butch Hartman's characters obviously belong to Butch Hartman. Any 'made up' or 'fan' characters I take full responsibility and credit for.

Fiction Rating: R for Blood/Gore, Violence, Language, Sexual Content
Sub-Details: Suicide, Decapitation, Depression

From the Author: My two other current fanfictions ('A Few Years Later' (Danny Phantom)and 'Time Goes On' (Digimon)) are written in more of a novel-type text. I'll be using a simpler form of content on this one since it's just for a few ideas and for writing practice. It'll probably be one of those fictions whom the author just keeps writing until she runs out of ideas, so yeah, be prepared. :D Reviews are nice, they keep me satisfied with my writing projects, and urge me to continue. If you read this fic, I'd like a review.

Burned
...It's All Gone...
(Chapter I)

Figure cascade in the shadows of the apartment, the limp body lay over the run-down leather couch. His eyes, bottom lids darkened of stress, full of sadness and twisted despair, stared unblinkingly into the darkness above him. Were things finally getting to him? Was the fallen hero finally being driven into insanity?

The lights were out, and right now he was making a poor attempt to drive himself to sleep. Finally, a blink as he snapped from his deep trance. Eyes a gentle crystalline, his depressed expression merely shifted to an uncaring one as he turned over onto his side. Pale skin, however soft and tender, bulked with slight muscle over his slender figure. His bare skin stuck to the leather couch, with the exception of the black boxer-shorts whom loosely clung to his slim waist. Hair a sloppy mess, he silently ran a hand's fingers through it, pulling some of it from his eyes despite it falling right back into place.

It's been three years since then, and still it haunted him, preventing him from sleep. At twentythree years old, he already gave up on life. The thoughts of suicide kept rushing through his mind, and he couldn't find a good reason not to take his life. Usually a depressed person could say 'The only reason I'm not going to kill myself would be because of the people who care about me'... But Danny Fenton didn't even have that reason, he didn't ahve anything...

...It's all gone...

Everything he's ever held onto, everything he's ever cared about, any person whom he hugged with affection, faded away into oblivion one by one. They were dead, and surely he was the cause. In the past he was given a second chance to save them, Clockwork cheated time and gave him that opportunity...but he couldn't rely on the old ghost this time, he had run out of second chances and realized they were never coming back.

He remembered coming home, running home through the storm that night. The full moon was his only light, with the electricity out and the rain becoming less-merciful by the minute. He was eighteen then, just a graduate in search of a job. He came home, the police cars parked in front of his house and a small crowd of people gathering in curiousity. Tucker was the first one to see him, and stood in front of Danny in tears. "I'm...I'm sorry," he said, eyes watering more, yet being a man then Tucker forced his tears back. Sam embraced him, tears in her eyes as well...

"Sorry for what?" Danny stuttered, pushing Sam away and running pastTucker in a rush. Diving under a few police lines of tape and running quicker then a cop could catch him, he walked in on a team of crime scene investigators taking the few more photos they needed for evidence. 'Jack Fenton,' he heard one say, just as he fell to his knees in disbelief. 'Decapitated by an unknown suspect, no possible weapon found thus far.'

And there was his body, torn apart beyond recognition. Organs sprawled over the table, and little remains of a bloodstained orange jumpsuit scattered around the room, some of it clinging to the bloodstained walls whom also held some thin slices of flesh. By then Danny was gasping for breath in tears, and by then a few cops were escorting him out of the house. They spoke words of comfort as they pulled his limp, uncaring body away...but at that time Danny was basically in shock, still making an attempt to grasp what just happened.

That was just the beginning of a long chain of incidents that brought Danny Fenton into this deep state of depression. Things went from bad to worse...but he'd think about that later. The tiny alarm in the next room went off. It was a signal that he had to go to work, but then he didn't care. He'd call off work today, he needed more time to contemplate his few reasons to live, and compare it to the thought of taking his life.

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A tiny little cliffhanger. xD You've seen the first flashback in this chappy, and there will be two or three more in the next, ultimately building up to what made Danny Phantom so depressed and what he plans to do about it. :3 You'll hear about the big one that happened three years ago soon enough. Please review, thanks for reading!