Disclaimer: The rights to Danny Phantom go to Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon. No money is being made off of this drabble.
Author's Note: This is my first venture into the Danny Phantom fandom. I was re-watching Ultamite Enemy a few days ago and got inspired. It is just a drabble and nothing more. Written late at night in the dark of my room. Comments are greatly appreciated since this is my first time with the fandom and I would like to know if I'm screwing it up.
Better Left Unsaid
I remember everything.
The explosion.
The smell of burning flesh and the sight of flaming wreckage.
Most of all, I remember the pain.
Everyone I cared for and fought for was dead.
I couldn't even begin to grasp that reality.
I was fourteen. A young and foolish child desperately trying to survive in an adult's world.
I never stood a chance.
Blackness enveloped me as I was overcome by grief, exhaustion, and guilt.
-/-
The funeral was the following Sunday, but I never showed up.
I was half way to Wisconsin by then.
My reasons for going to Vlad were never truly clear in my mind. All I knew was that he was the only other person that had even the slightest idea of what I was going through.
He had loved my mother, and therefore he shared in my grief.
We avoided each other. In Vlad's mansion it was an easy task. Neither of us knew what to say to the other.
Vlad was guilty. I learned that later.
When he offered a way to rid me of my pain I felt something I hadn't since the explosion.
A sense of hope.
-/-
We were both foolish.
My emotional pain was equaled by physical pain that day.
He drew out my murder. He enjoyed it. I enjoyed it.
I felt that I deserved it.
That didn't stop me from begging him to spare my life.
Phantom.
My ghost half and Vlad's ghost half.
He was cruel and ruthless. He was everything I could have been but chose not to be.
He laughed as he killed me.
I died screaming and begging for mercy.
In the end I was a coward. The word was spat at me as I lay broken and bleeding.
I was taunted. I was called murderer.
I believed every word.
Because of him I will never be rid of my guilt.
I killed my family and my friends. Their blood will always stain my hands.
I feel better knowing they stain Dan's as well.