Me: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! ^.^ I know this subject is a rather dark one, but I wrote this because I think it is something that gets brushed off as unimportant or stupid. People don't realize why people self-harm or become depressed, and I think it's just awful when I see someone who gets made fun of for it.

Danny Muse: Shame on you if you made fun of someone for that crap! Common, y'all love me even when I'm moody- so love all the moody and sad people you meet. You don't know what they are going through!

Me: True story.

Danny Muse: True story.

Me: Okay thank you all for reading this, and please comment!

Danny Muse: C-O-M-M-E-N-T...please and thank you? =)

Chapter 2

In our world there are tears, cries and sufferings. Although we as humans tend to pretend that these things do not exist. Even when the storm clouds are obviously forming, we deny it. We say there shall be sun, and we live under the false delusion that this world is perfect; but it isn't, and we are fooling our very selves when we put ourselves in that set of mind. The world isn't perfect, the world is a dark an cruel place, and we are the beings who simply try to survive it's dark reign.

Sam's POV

I lift my head up as I hear the sound of the wooden classroom door opening, and I pray beyond hope that it is Danny; he misses so much of school that I worry that his 'talent' is going to prevent him from succeeding in his future goals…you know…like how a friend worries about a friend…that's it.

I smile as I see the short yet lean boy enter the classroom, but then my smile quickly turns around when I see what state he is in. His eyes look lifeless and his onyx hair was a tangled matt. He is slouching and his face is pale. I notice he is slightly limping as well.

All these things however go unnoticed by Mr. Lancer. Danny has learned how to hide things so well, that to the untrained eye he merely appeared to have had a restless night of sleeping rather than have gotten fresh out of a battle. Mr. Lancer was only surprised that the 'troublesome' teen had returned to his classroom rather than ditching the rest of the period, much as he had first predicted. The teacher excuses Danny to his seat next to me and I watch him make his way to it. He flops down unceremoniously into it, and I become even more worried as Danny stares blankly at the whiteboard.

Danny has been acting strange the past few months. I know what you are thinking; he is a half-ghost hybrid, of course acting weird! But those first few months as a half-breed, he acted different than this. He was still Danny. He was sarcastic, goofy, and an all around fun guy to be around. But this all changed a few months ago. He became easily agitated, darker, and secluded. He looked somber often, as if he was trying to hold something back. I asked him if he was okay multiple times, and every time he put on an obviously false smile on his face. I was getting very concerned, and Tucker was as well. And what was up with him and the long sleeved shirts? I know that style choices change in people but that was so abrupt from his usual clothing attire, that it makes me wonder if he is hiding something, if he is then what? What is Danny hiding?

I look over at Danny and notice that he is now glaring at his paper as if it was the devil itself. His face is twisted up into a demented snarl, and he looks as if he is suppressing the urge to beat the living crap out of the thing.

Tucker and I will have to talk to him about this after school.

Danny's POV

I slam my math book shut violently and bolt out the door the moment that the bell rings. I am physically shaking from trapping in all the pain throughout the day, and I need to escape. It's Friday…so maybe I can start parole later, so I can have some 'me time'? Or maybe I could skip one night… I mean what is one night? I sigh and shake my head, no, people are counting on my and I can't slack off even if I am living a life full of pain. Why is the world so brutally cruel to me? It is painful and too much for me to bear.

I wish I was dead.

Why was I born?

The world would be better off without me.

I'm not worthy of life.

Nobody cares.

I should kill myself; it would do everyone a favor.

"Hey Danny," I jump comically when I hear a voice behind me and spin around with my hand held in a fist. I relax however when I notice that the voice was only Tucker.

"Whoa man! Chill!" Tucker cried out as I nearly punched him out of fear. I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Sorry dude, you scared me." I say monotonously.

"Yeah you should be…," I glare at Tucker but he is oblivious, or is simply ignoring it, "Anyways, Sam is waiting out front for you to come walk home with us so…common." I roll my eyes at him again. Honestly he can be so downright annoying. Why won't he just leave me alone so I don't have to put on my mask?

I grunt as I walk out the front of the school and stare at my feet. I nearly bump into Sam and apologize to her quietly in a murmur. She rolls her eyes, but underneath her stony expression I can see she is worried and I mentally groan to myself.

She is SO going to lecture me out.

We begin to walk and I wait for her to begin her lecture, and I notice that Tucker is biting his lip nervously. I am pretty confident that he is in on this as well.

Great…

Honestly I don't know what their problem is. I mean sure, I might not be the happiest guy around- but that doesn't make me in need of an intervention. I groan in frustration. Good grief, they really need to learn to mind their own business. I shudder to myself as I think of how they would react if they ever found out about my 'release'. They would freak.

I would die if they ever find out…

"Hey Danny," Sam starts and I roll my eyes- here we go, "Both me and Tucker have noticed that you have been acting a little different lately…," Sam bites lip, "and we wanted to know if something is up. Please talk to us Danny, you have been so distant and I'm worried about you, Tucker is too. Please just talk to us!" Sam looks at me with an expression of pure pleading and worry, and I feel my blood boil.

What right do they have to tell me how I should act? If I want to be distant I will be! If I want to be moody I will! I don't hound after them whenever they are upset! Gosh what friends are they? Why won't they just leave me alone!

"I'm. Fine." I spit at her, and she looks at me slightly offended. Tucker decides at this point he should step in and begins to speak. I clench my teeth in anger as he talks.

"Sam's right Danny, you never want to hang out anymore. You are always locked up in your room and ignore all of our phone calls. Common dude, what's up?" My emotions fly around inside of me violently now. I can't even think straight, and I feel my mask fall.

"OH, I DON'T KNOW WHY! MAYBE I'M ALWAYS OUT HUNTING GHOSTS! MAYBE I DON'T HAVE TIME TO DO ANYTHING ELSE! MAYBE I'M STRUGGLING NOT TO FAIL MY FRESHMAN YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL! AND MAYBE, MY STUPID GOOD FOR NOTHING PARENTS TRY TO HUNT ME DOWN EVERY DAY OF MY WORTHLESS LIFE!" I scream in anger and Sam and Tucker stare at me for a moment in surprise. I notice that the three of us have stopped walking but I don't pay it any mind.

"Your life isn't worthless Danny…" Sam whispers looking at me with those same pleading eyes but it doesn't faze me.

"YES. IT. IS! MY LIFE IS A WORTHLESS PILE OF CRAP AND THE WORLD WOULD BE BETTER OFF WITHOUT ME!" I cry out and transform quickly into my alter ego, and fly at supersonic speeds towards my house, leaving behind a very surprised Sam and Tucker. I don't even notice the tears flinging behind me as I fly.

Why me?