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: Alright alright, so I decided to obviously put a flashback of Jazz next. I know, this story is really, REALLY depressing so far. ;. ; Things will get less-depressed, but LATER. As for why this is so depressed...I just had the urge to write it, so here it is...Again, reviews appreciated GREATLY!
WARNING (Spoiler): I Did make Jazz commit suicide. I KNOW that she's smarter then that, but depression can really take a toll on somebody's judgement, believe me, I've made plenty of mistakes. (But I've been over it. o.o; So let's get back on subject) She WILL show up, and she WILL be a ghost. Explanations and everything else coming later... But for now you'll settle for Danny being an alcholic and a flashback of Jazz.
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Divine-Red-Crayon - Yeah, pretty short I know. :D But like I said, this is just sort of a 'filler' fic while I'm pondering on how to continue my others. x3 Sam and Tuck? Are theydead, alive, depressed? Who knows? (I do. Teehee) But for now, it's just a flashback thing. And I actually already have chapter 3 typed and ready to go. I'll upload it tomorrow...and it has more then just a few flashbacks, believe me on that much. x3 Yeah, it's sad how many people actually read it and don't review. But hey, we all get moody, hence my chapter 5 upload on 'A Few Years Later'. And this story is definately darker then what I'd usually write, but it gets better in the next chapter or two, so don't worry. xD
Burned
Sorry Sis
(Chapter II)
Three in the morning, it was the time Danny would usually get up to go to his rather mediocre job down at the still-thriving Nasty Burger. The morning shift wasn't exactly pleasant, but when he couldn't get sleep any time of the day, time was just a mere concept to him. Deciding to just lay there and let the alarm play until it shut itself off, he shifted again over the couch, yet finally sat up. Getting up, he manuevered his way through the dark room to get to the small kitchen with the small refridgerator...opening it up, he grabbed a bottle of beer, and began to drank what sorrow he could away.
He remembered his sister would catch him with a can of beer off and on through high school. Although Danny wouldn't get drunk or stoned like almost everybody else would, actually he'd just take little sips off and on, his sister still highly dissaproved and always made him throw it out.
His sister...he was nineteen when she died. He thought she'd be smarter then that, but just like the ghost she dated a long time ago, her boyfriend at the time was a jerk with the wrong intentions. He wanted to use her, and she was too blinded by love...too blinded by her affection towards the man, and the affection he'd (at times) shown back.
Danny remembered coming home that day, although it was bright and sunny. Still living at home until he could save enough money to move out and go to tech school, life was pretty good for him and the remaining members of the Fenton family. Of course, ever since Jack died, and the killer still ran around on the loose, they were a lot quieter and rather depressed...especially Maddie, since she was not only a part of the family, but she was in love with him.Jack was the love of her life.
At that time Danny continued to keep these painful memories out of thought, yet he came home to realize his mom, Maddie, blankly staring at the television screen. Before Jack's death, she'd be down in that lab of theirs, but after he died, she slowly but surely gave up on her passion. Even Vlad stopped talking to the family, and although still had his heart set on Maddie, he decided he would give the widowess time to move on...just enough for him to move in and sweep the woman off of her feet.
"Hey Danny," she said rather dully, turning the t.v. off and leaning back on the couch. Danny nodded, "Hey mom..." He didn't even bother running, he just took his time walking up the stairs. Usually Sam and Tucker would come home with him, and maybe chill out a few hours after school...it's been a year since Jack died, and they decided to stop asking. 'He'll talk to us when he's ready,' he heard Sam whisper to Tucker, 'He did after all lose his dad...' A reminder, however suddle, still stung and hurt him emotionally.
Opening the door to his room, he just dropped his back-pack on the floor. Shutting the door silently and patiently, he then dropped face first on his bed. His thin yet nicely built figure spread over the entire thing. His breaths were slightly muffled by the bed sheets beneath him, yet for a moment he didn't even want to breathe. Danny Fenton...Danny Phantom, wanted to die. Yet, he heard his mother's voice from downstairs. "Dinner's ready!"
Running his fingers through his hair, Danny took his time, walking down the stairs with an uncaring expression on his face. His ghost sence went off...but he decided to ignore it. A few gadgets in the downstairs lab began beeping, a sure sign of a nearby ghost...but Maddie ignored the alarm as well. The Fentom family seemed emotionally drained...their personalities and concerns dead...along with Jack Fenton, father of two, wife to Maddie.
Depression can really change a person. It changed Jazz, it changed her outlook and perspective on life. By then she was twenty-one years old. And as said before she had a current-time boyfriend...who drove her deeper into depression. Normally if a guy would break up with her (whether this was the first time or not) she'd have been able to move on with her life. But Jack died, her father died, and her mother and brother seemed dead. Her comfort lied within the man whom she would give her life for...if only...
"Go get your sister, Danny," Maddie spoke sternly, prodding one of the meatballs on her plate with a fork. Danny dropped the fork on his plate with a slight ching and walked up the stairs. "Jazz," he knocked on her door, "Dinner's ready..." He stood there for ten or so seconds, and didn't get a reply. "Jazz," he repeated, this time with a more sternly raised voice. No answer. He twisted the door knob, and began to lightly push...
Her comfort lied within the man whom she would give her life for...if only...
There she was, in her walk-in closet. The thick belt tied firmly around her neck. Eyes open, lifeless, empty, sad, depressed... Her hair brushed as neatly as she usually kept it, her clean cloathing clinging to her form...her lifeless body dangling freely from the bolted board in the cieling, from the belt whom her boyfriend left behind her last visit. He got what he wanted, so he left...
if only she hadn't taken her own life first...
He fell to his knees in tears, he didn't catch himself, he just fell. His face made contact with the light carpet of her room, and he inhaled deeply. The scent of her perfume stunghis very heart...And Danny cried again. Maddie was broken...she knew what had happened by Danny's cries, and merely dropped the fork from where she held it.
The police couldn't do anything, nobody could. Unlike Jack's death there wasn't a villian or murderer to track down. Jazz took her own life, she did it all to herself. And her (ex) boyfriend didn't even bother to show up for her funeral.
"Sorry, sis," Danny said, hovering over her grave, a boquet of flowers firmly grasped between his clenched,pale fingers... "I'm sorry..." Danny apologized as if it was all his fault. And from that moment on, he blamed everything on himself.
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Wow, that's really depressing. ;; I decided to put only one flashback in this chapter, since it was getting pretty long. Not to fear, I'll be updating again in a day or so. So you won't have to wait that long. o.o;