Fallen
Based off of the Evanescence soundtrack with the same name. Oneshot songfics with different, random pairings and plots. Ratings and genres will vary. May contain original characters. Length will vary. Rating, genres, and pairings will all be mentioned at the beginning of the chapter, along with any other warnings. If you don't like it, don't read it. And please don't flame me about the pairing. Just tell me what I could do better, please. For example, if a character is seemingly out of character, tell me so I can improve on that character. Thank you in advance.
Track 1: Going Under
Rating: TEEN
Genres: ANGST / TRAGEDY
Pairings: NONE
Warnings: SUICIDE, LANGUAGE
My name is Danny Fenton. I am seventeen years old, still a child in many people's eyes. But looking at me, you'd think I was fourteen. Maybe I'm that way because I want to be. Why, you ask, would I want to look fourteen? Well, I guess I just want to be normal. Most people think I'm just an average teen with average problems. But I have much more to deal with than hormones and homework. I have a city to protect.
I'm not just Danny Fenton. I'm also Danny Phantom. I have been this other persona since I was fourteen, and I've been stuck with it ever since. But that isn't the problem. Being part ghost is cool. Having the powers are cool. It's the enemies and the problems that come with it that I hate. And nobody appreciates what I do for this damn city except my friends and my sister, who are the only ones who know about my... secret.
You would think that, being a hero of sorts, I would get a lot more appreciation. But no, all I get is people telling me that they hate me and ghost hunters shoving weapons up my ass twenty-four seven. All because I'm a ghost. Part ghost, really, but they don't know that. They don't realize that I have two lives to live, or even that I live at all. To them I'm a ghost, an enemy to the city. Damn them all!
Now I will tell you what I've done for you.
Fifty thousand tears I've cried.
Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you.
And you still won't hear me (going under).
I do have some allies though. My two best friends, Tucker Foley and Sam Manson, are always standing right there, defending me to the death, trying to convince everyone that I'm the good guy. But lately, I've been feeling guilty that they are doing so much. They're not the ones with the super powers. They aren't invincible. If they'd ever get hit with a blast from a gun or a ghost, they wouldn't survive it. But they both love me too much to let me go out and do this on my own. But I don't want them to be in danger anymore. I don't want them to possibly die because of me.
Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself.
Maybe I'll wake up for once
Not tormented daily, defeated by you,
Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom.
I have this mindset that one day this city will love me, and I know it will never happen. I can hope, though, can't I? Anyways, my best friends aren't the only ones who have helped me. My sister, Jazz, has been a huge help. She keeps all of my ghost records up to date, and she helps me with my homework all the time so I don't get in trouble at school. Hell, she even does my homework for me sometimes when I get home really late so I can sleep and be awake at school the next day instead of falling asleep every ten minutes like I did back when she didn't know my secret.
I'm dying again.
In addition to the problems I have as a ghost, I also have to deal with school and chores, all while protecting my secret. My sister helps with that, too, by covering for me when I have to disappear quickly. My parents, ironically, are ghost hunters, so I have to be careful about what I say around them. It just seems like everything's going downhill. I don't know why, maybe it's because my secret is slowly leaking out and soon the whole world will know. I'm so afraid of what will happen when that happens. Note I say when, not if. I know it will happen someday.
I'm going under.
Drowning in you.
I'm falling forever.
I've got to break through.
I'm going under.
Sometimes I wonder what everyone will think when they find out that puny little Danny Fenton is the ghost boy Danny Phantom. I'm surprised no one has figured it out yet. People in this city are so dense. But when they do find out, they will probably hate me and chase after me. I'll have to go into hiding forever. That's why I'm doing this. I'm a coward. I'm afraid of what people will think of me.
I've actually seen what might happen when my secret is out. But I'm not so sure anymore. That was when I was considered a "hero". Now, though, I'm a bad guy, a villain, ever since that damn Plasmius cloned me. See, the clone destroyed most of the city, and the blame was pinned on me. Of course, being a ghost, nobody believed me when I told them that it wasn't me. That was when I was fifteen. My status as hero went down the drain after that, and once again I am hated by this city. Yet I still protect this city day after day.
Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
So I don't know what's real and what's not.
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore.
I'm dying again.
I'm going under.
Drowning in you.
I'm falling forever.
I've got to break through.
Like I said before, I'm a coward. I've tried this two or three times before, but every time I'd chicken out. This time is different, though. This time I won't falter. This time I won't back out. Even though everybody hates me, I still love them. I'm sorry, Amity Park, but I can't be your hero anymore.
So go on and scream.
Scream at me, I'm so far away.
I won't be broken again.
I've got to breathe, I can't keep going under.
I'm dying again.
I'm going under.
Drowning in you.
I'm falling forever.
I've got to break through.
I'm going under.
At three o'clock on the morning of July 5, 2009, seventeen-year-old Danny Fenton committed suicide. He was found in his room with a fatal slice to his left wrist.
Going under...