Danny Phantom Challenge
16 Questioning
"So…dear child, you say that understand what I'm going through?"
Turquoise eyes gleamed understandingly at a pair of odd red ones.
"More than you know. It's hard being around people, who you think love ghost more that you. I know I never got used to it. And it's strange that you find a part of you deep down inside, that love ghost as well."
Red eyes lit up with glee, and the owner of them turned to face his therapist.
"My word! You really DO understand me! I never thought that I would find another person like me who envies ghosts!"
The therapist giggled and turned to an open page in her notebook.
"You wouldn't believe on what I have to deal with at home. And I'm quite surprised to find someone else ridden with ghost envy, and now, I need to ask some question, make yourself comfortable."
The Patient instantly stretched out onto the long couch he sat on. He smiled a sincere grin.
"No problem there, now shoot."
"How many people were you related to that shared an sick obsession with ghosts?"
"Oh, my entire family, my father, mother, aunt, uncle, brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews! Everyone! We were all in a traveling circus, and my parents thought the best way to entertain people these days was to use ghost…and so they did. They used a magical staff to control ghost, but, they barely needed to use it. They became friends with the ghost, and made fair deals with them, and…they paid more attention to the ghost performers than to me…"
"And let me guess, that sparked your envy and jealousy?"
He nodded to her. "That's right. And since I was little then, if I were to become a ghost, maybe my parents and my entire would like me more! But then...that would mean I would have to die…. and that was weird. I was so…so envious of them, and so jealous, but at the same time I was fascinated by them, and thought they were amazing, to have all the powers they did. When I got older, my knowledge of ghostly items increased, and soon I acquired the mystical staff that could control ghosts from my parents….and…in spite I used it for evil, controlling ghost to do my evil bidding, and I treated them with disrespect, and my plan to control ghost backfired and it bit me in the butt, and I was thrown in jail, and of course you know that, you're the prison therapist…but there was a certain ghost…that I was fond of, that I couldn't let go of."
The turquoise eyed therapist nodded her head, and wrote down every detail.
"So in a way, you held an obsession of some sorts?"
"Oh that's such a harsh word….but yes. She was the one ghost I never controlled, because she did everything willingly."
"And what was this ghost's name?"
"Lydia, the amazing and talented Lydia. She was so dear to me when she was alive."
Her head nodded again
"Uh huh….was she a childhood friend? A best friend? Girlfriend? Wife?"
The man let out a brief laugh, that sounded more like a shriek. He rose his hand to his head, and ran it back through non existent hair.
"Oh no, she was not my wife, but…she and I were close, it broke my heart when she died, but them I figured out that ghost could cast spectral visions of themselves, which would explain why she looked so different then and now."
"Ookay, now, you love ghosts, you love Lydia, but you also hate, obsess, envy and want to be them, right?"
Scarlet eyes sighed heavily. "Yes, that's correct, Even I know that it is not healthy. Do have any suggestions on what I could do?"
His therapist nodded once again. "Yes I do. First, get a tan, and second, try to free your mind of all this morbid unhealthy lifestyle, even while you're in prison, you still have plenty of time to change. I also suggest on changing your laugh."
"So…you're saying I should let go of ghosts? Forever? But what about Lydia? The police captured her as well, and I really want to know if she's okay!"
"Don't worry! I'll check up on her after your session is done, Lydia's an exception, but don't let her become your obsession, you have to learn to let things go."
"Let things go…" He parroted. "Yes… I see…so I have to try to not be as involved with ghosts, as I was before?"
"That's right! See, you're getting it! Oh, and one more quick random question."
"Go ahead."
"Are you an albino? Cause you seemed kinda offended when I said to get a tan. It would also explain why you have white skin and red eyes."
"You are a bright girl after all! And may I ask you a question?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"It almost seemed impossible that I found someone who knows exactly how it feels to have ghost envy. Tell me child, in what way could have this similar situation happen to you?"
The girl laughed and lifted her shoulders in a shrug like motion, and put her hand behind her head.
"Ah ha…well my parents-"
"Excuse me Miss, your therapist session with the freak has ended."
Both of their heads turned to the monotone voice of a man wearing nothing but white standing in the doorway.
The man with crimson eyes saddened, for he didn't get to hear this nice girl's story of how she knows what it's like, and stood up the same time she did.
The girl smiled. "Sorry about that, maybe next week I can make room in my schedule to check up on you again?"
"That would be wonderful." The man held out his hand and shook the girls, with her, happily shaking his.
"It was so nice meeting you Ms. Fenton."
"I feel the same way, see you next time Mr. Showenhower."