I look over at Danny. He has bags under his eyes, his hair is messier then it used to be and it has long since lost it's shine after he lost his 'soul' as he puts it, he has gotten thinner over the months, and he's gotten paler, he has a bruise on his cheek, and a small amount of blood on shirt, the black long sleeve shirt that he started wearing after the tragedy had holes in it. In short, he looks like death. He claims to have changed his destiny, but like he said in his paper the other day, he really doesn't know. Was Sam and Tucker supposed to die that tragic night? We will never know. Jazz moved to a sleep in college, so he is now all alone. I wish that he would either come to me or his parents for help, but he doesn't. He only talks to me and only after school about his extra credit assignments. I have long forgotten what the shine in his eyes looked like when he was with them. I can't help but feel pity for the poor boy.
"Mr. Lancer," I hear Mickey ask.
"Yes, Mickey?" I ask.
"The bell rang to start class." It did?
"Today's lesson will to either read a book or take a nap." I hate seeing Danny like this. At least now he can nap and maybe that will help him. I sit down and start heading papers, but ten minutes later I hear what sounds like one of fear and pain mixed together. I immediately look at Danny and see that he must be having a nightmare or something. I walk over to him and lightly shake his shoulder and he launches up in his seat and screams in agony. I instantly pull my hand away from his shoulder as he looks around to see where he is.
"What a freak," I hear Paulina whisper and I know that Danny heard it too. Why can't they just leave Danny alone? Don't they know that he's in enough pain as it is? He looks up at me with those depressed icy blue eyes of his.
"Danny, can you stay after class? I will write you a tardy pass for your next class." He shakes his head yes and I walk back over to my desk. I keep my eye on the depressed boy in the back corner of my class room for the rest of the period. As soon as the bell rings and everyone else has left, he slowly picks his stuff up and walks over to the front desk that Aaron had been occupying just a few moments ago. "Danny, how did you get that bruise on your cheek?" I should probably start of with something small before asking him about his nightmare as to not make him to nervous.
"I got into a fight," he whispers so low that I can barely hear him.
"With who?"
"No one that you know." Most teachers would have given up by now and left him be, but I'm not like most teachers.
"Is that blood on your shirt?"
"Yeah."
"What happened?"
"The fight." He really does not want to talk today.
"What was your nightmare about?" He gets up and walks out of the classroom without another word and I don't even try to stop him. I will never get through to him if I push him to hard.
A/n I do not own Danny Phantom. If you have read any of my other fictions, then you know that I usually write happy/funny stories. This will not be one of them. It will not have to many happy/funny chapters, and those will only be in the end of I decide to write this story a specific way. So, yeah, this will be a pretty sad fiction.