Me: I wrote this chapter at LEAST 3 times. But each chapter hated me.

Danny Muse: They sucked.

Me: Shut up.

Danny Muse: Nope. :3

Me: *rolls eyes* ANYWAYS I don't like this chapter so much, but still, here ya go.

Danny Muse: Yay!

Chapter 3

I transform into my human half, flying behind a tree as I do so, as I approach my home. I run up the stairs to the front door, and throw it open. My mother greets me, but I ignore her and run up the stairs to my room. I slam the door behind me and collapse on my floor in a fit of tears. They are silent tears however, so none would hear. I shut my eyes; the pain is so completely overwhelming that I can't breathe. It is as if I am drowning in complete and utter despair.

"Why me?" I whisper softly to myself as I sob, "Why does my life have to be a living hell?"

I shake my head and sit up, wrapping my arms around my legs as I do so, and bury my head in my arms. Why do I have to endure this pain, this eternal suffering? I slam my fist down on the ground as a new fountain of tears is awoken.

"God, I just hate myself!" I whisper pitifully and bite my lip, and my eyes are drawn to my bottom dresser drawer. It wouldn't hurt… would it? It would make the pain go away… It would all be better…

I find myself walking towards the drawer in a haze, as if I'm dreaming. I throw the drawer open and dig through the sloppily folded clothes until I find it. I hold it up, the light of my lamp shining off its razor sharp edge, giving it an unearthly glow. I smile at my best friend, and worst enemy.

"Save me…" I whisper to it, as I draw up my sleeve, and it complies. The silver intertwines with crimson, as it dances it's beautiful ballet. The red dances away from the silver as I bring it across my left forearm, smiling in relief as I do so.

Drip, Drop.

My worries are washed away with the crimson. Yelling at my friends, ignoring my mom, all my absences and missing work in school, the pressures of being a half- ghost, my parents hating my ghost half, not being good enough, it is all forgotten as I watch the ballet.

Red, Silver, Red, Silver. Drip, Drop.

My vision blurs, and I smile in relief. Freedom…at long last I have you! I look down at my left forearm, and my smile slowly fades. 6 fresh cuts greet the already scarred skin. My face becomes emotionless as I stare at the scars and cuts in anger. I am wracked with guilt.

How can I be doing this? If my loved one's ever find out it will kill them. I hate myself. I am a despicable human being. Why do I have to live like this, I wish I was dead. Why do I have to resort to cutting?

I'm a failure.

I growl as I stare at the blood covered blade. I hate it. I hate that this is my friend. Some friend…I hate it so much. I throw the stupid thing back into my drawer and slam it shut.

"I hate you." I spit at it and stomp away grumbling to myself. I stomp over to my bed and pull out my first aid kit (I had bought it after I started ghost fighting) and my towel. The towel was once white, but now was completely immersed in red. I use the towel to soak up the blood that had dripped onto my hardwood floor, and then pressed it against my forearm. I hiss in pain and my eyes water. I chuckle, how ironic I am hissing from the pain of pressing a towel to the wounds that I inflicted.

I throw the towel back under my bed, and then grab a roll of gauze from the first aid kit. I dress my cuts, then put the remaining gauze back in the kit and toss it underneath my bed. I pull my sleeve back over my forearm, and flop onto my bed and cry.

And cry.

And cry.

And cry.

It just hurts so badly. Why can't I be happy? Why can't I be normal? I jump as I hear my door being knocked at. I sit up on my head and dry my tears and look around to make sure I cleaned all my mess up. Once I find myself presentable, I answer and tell whoever it is to come in. I look up, and am greeted by a girl with fiery red hair.

Jazz.

"What's up Jazz?" I ask, putting on my mask. I look into her eyes and notice that she is concerned.

Crap, here comes a lecture.

"Danny are you okay?" She asks and I sigh.

"'mm fine." I say rolling my eyes.

"Are you sure, I thought I heard you crying…" Crap, she heard me.

"I don't cry!"

"Okay… you sure your fine?" I feel my blood boil; this has got to be at least the third time I told her!

"I'M FRIGGN' FINE NOW GO!" I scream and she looks at me shocked. I am immediately filled with guilt, but brush it off. She needs to leave me alone NOW.

"Okay…" She whispers and runs from my room. I groan and slam the door shut. I fall on my bed and cry again, but this time making sure to have my cries are silent.

I hate everything.