He drags his feet and stares at the ground. He no longer walks with a purpose. He walks up the steps and into the house, and I hear what sounds like a loud slap right before the door closes. Then I hear yelling. What is going on in there? I walk over to a window in time to see Danny fall to the floor, and he already has a bruise on his cheek and a bloody nose. I need to get him to talk to me and soon because I can't see the abuser and I can't let this go on for much longer. I can't bare to see Danny get beaten any more, so I leave. Now I must save this boy from two things: suicide and the abuser. I won't let him die.
The next day, first period:
"Take out your books and read chapter two," I address the entire class, but I'm looking at Danny. I can see the bruise on his face and the ones from yesterday, and I know that there are a lot more that he keeps hidden under his white and red hoodie. He notices my gaze and turns his book to the right page in his book and takes out his black and green headphones before blasting music in his ears and reading the chapter. I then turn my gaze into the other students. Dash' s group is talking and texting instead of working on the assignment, Mickey' s group is one hundred percent focused on the assignment, and everyone else is either zoned out, listening to music and doing the assignment, or doodling. I look back at Dash' s group and eavesdrop on them. I don't want to hear them say anything negative about Danny since he probably can't take to much more bull shit. I'm so angry, they I've actually gone to cussing and I never cuss. I guess I just don't want to see a good student fall into depression and turn to suicide, so I don't want to see him get pushed to the point of suicide. I sit at my desk and pretend to grade papers as I listen to Paulina and her gang talk about some party that will be held at Dash' s house sometime later this week.
Later that day in detention:
"Your assignment is to write down what you did last night," I say. I know that he will lie to protect his abuser because he's afraid, he must be afraid since he didn't go to anyone for help, but I still need to give him an assignment so that he had a chance to boost his grade which desperately needs to be raised. That's why I've been giving him so simple assignments; I don't want him to fail. That will only add to his problem. I look over his shoulder and confirm that he lied. On his paper, he says that he went to the park before going home and doing his homework. I walk over to my desk without bothering to read the rest of his lies. I wish that he would just come to me for help, but I can't rush him and I can't force him to, so I have to wait. Danny looks up at me after an hour and holds his paper up to signify that he has finished the assignment.
"I'm fine," he states the obvious.
"You can put it on my desk. There are thirty more minutes until you can leave, so you can take a nap or do your homework." After the bell rings three thirty, he gathers his stuff up and trudges into the hallway, almost walking on his jeans, but it's rolled up so that he just barely doesn't walk on them. He's become somewhat of a slob. I get why, but I would rather him be perky and happy agian and act like he has a purpose to live. I can't stand this new, no energy Danny that the world has created through tragedy and destruction. The world can be so cruel to people and society certaintly doesn't help in the slightest.
A/n I do not own Danny Phantom. My writing style will drastically change over the year. I'm not sure that this will take a year to write, in hoping that it doesn't even though I plan for it to be kind of long, but for my other stories if you read other things that I write you're gonna notice a lot of changes in everything. I'm also going to write longer chapters, unless I want it to end at a specific point to leave you guys with a cliff hanger.