Danny Phantom C Butch Hartman
Danny heard her right outside his door. The strongest person he knew was out there falling apart. Inside he knew it was because of him, but her shown weakness was pushing him further away from her, from the world. He didn't want to see her. He didn't want her to have to see him.
But her sobs needed to be stopped. They were bringing back all of the emotions he thought he had destroyed, pushed back so he didn't have to feel.
He wanted nothing more than to go out and hurt what hurt her. But he was the problem, wasn't he? And he already wanted to hurt himself. But if he hurt himself would he hurt her more, or would she even care?
Danny's head reeled with thoughts. Weird. What he really wanted was for Tucker to be there. It was easy to ignore his friends. But Sam alone brought along so much more. Danny had no idea how long he listened to her sobs, but every second was filled with the ferocious debate of whether or not he should open the door.
NO! No, you wanted to be alone! You wanted to find a way to end this! He had been building up his thoughts for too long. He had had no desire to see anyone for weeks. He had put up with the mundane pretenses of life so no one would know what he was going through. So no one would be burdened as he was.
He had managed his desired solitude for three days, but now this girl was out there making him want to open the door and let her in.
Into his room. Into his arms. Into his thoughts.
His thoughts continued fighting, having ideas and changing them every second, and without any inclination as to how he got there, Danny found himself right in front of his door, hand on the door knob. Now all he had to do was turn it.
What am I going to do? I want to end me, but I don't want to leave her. I'm not supposed to think like this! What am I going to do?
As Danny stood there fighting with himself, unnoticed tears silently streaked down his face.
Chapter two up. Took me long enough to post. I have more if there is interest.