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Chapter 9
Danny's POV
Hands sweat, and eyes filled with worry stare into my very being. I back away slowly, trying to be discrete. I know that that last fall had broken my scabs back open; I can feel the blood flowing freely down my wrists, sticky warmth slowly seeping through my sleeves… I can't let them see… I can't let them see… A lump forms in my throat as I shove my hands into my pockets, praying the blood wouldn't seep through my jacket... God, please don't let the blood seep through!
"Danny please, talk to us!" Jazz cries out, and I look into the swimming pool of teal that is her eyes. I note the shine to them, the wetness, and my heart breaks knowing that I am the cause of her distress.
"W-What about?" I stammer, resisting the urge to run, the urge to fly. I want nothing more than to flee to the sanctuary that is my bedroom. I want to not even have this situation in the first place. I hate it. I hate that I brought this upon myself… now I have to either lie to them, or I have to break their hearts.
Plan A, defiantly plan A…
"Danny… we've noticed that you have become more and more distant with us. You are always secluded in your room, and you never talk to us anymore at school. And god Danny… I can't even remember the last time we hung out!" Sam sighs and looks at me, forcing my eyes to avert to the ground. I couldn't stand lying to her face… It would only make what I have to do harder.
"I'm fine Sam… I just like being alone sometimes." I defend, and Tucker opens his mouth to speak.
"Dude… it's okay to be alone SOMETIMES… but it can't be healthy for you to lock yourself up in your room as often as you do. And you are just so QUIET. And no witty banter… what's up with that? You INVENTED witty banter! What gives?" I try to come up with a decent comeback to his words, but I am caught off guard with yet another accusation, this time by Jazz.
"And you always are so quick to anger… what happened to the even tempered brother I knew only a few months ago… you're so different now… what's with you Danny?"… Before I can respond, yet another accusation is presented. Then another, then another, until I can't make out who is accusing me anymore.
"Yeah and you don't seem like you care about ANYTHING anymore!"
"And what's with the costume change? You never wore long sleeves before now!"
"Are you doing drugs?"
"Danny! Is that true?"
"No-"
"Are you in a gang?"
"Is somebody blackmailing you?"
"If they're threatening you I swear…"
"Nobody-"
"Danny why won't you talk to us?"
"I'm tryi-"
"Quiet Sam! He's trying to talk!"
"Shut up Jazz! Danny can talk for himself, right Danny?"
"Actually I-"
"Danny are-"
"SHUT UP!" I scream in frustration. My eyes flash a color of green more vibrant than the Ghost Zone itself, as I glare at the three of them. How dare they? How dare they confront me, and not allow me to defend myself!? Lips form words of pure, unadulterated anger as my eyes bore marks into their very being.
"You- you want me to talk to you guys, but you won't freaking shut up! I can't STAND YOU! I can't believe… I just can't believe that I thought you cared… God, just leave me alone. If you really cared you would just let me TALK for once in my life… but I finally understand that you want no part in my life, none of you do! Ya know what? I don't care… I don't need you guys! I can handle my own life! I'm going home…See ya…" My eyes glare, despite I know they hold a wetness that had already begun to fall, and I turn high tale and attempt to escape the oncoming onslaught of pleading to stay… but yet again I was pulled back into the unwanted conversation after about a thousand apologies. I pretend to ignore them… I know they don't really care… they just want to feel less guilty because THEY ARE IN THE WRONG! I begin to run away again, but Sam reaches out and grabs my wrist and pulls me back towards them.
I yelp in pain, before my eyes widen, and I find myself staring at them in shock… oh man, oh man, oh man…
"Danny! What's wro-" Sam cries before looking at her hand… and screams in terror. I wince when I see it… red, sticky, wet… warm… covered in…covered in blood…my- my blood…
"DANNY!" Sam exclaims and grabs my arm. I wince and pull back.
I have to get away…I have to get away…
Time slows as hands with nails covered in black grip the fabric of my sleeve. I see the shock in her violet eyes, as she sees the crimson staining it.
A deep breath, the shut of my eyes, and the tug of the fabric… it all happens in an instant…
Then why does it feel like eternity?
…The gasps, my feet running… the tears, the fear.
I have to get away…
I hear their cries to come back, but I don't bother…
I have to get away…
I forget I can fly, I forget I'm half ghost, I forget it all...
All I know is that they know… and… and….
…they will never look at me the same way again…
My feet leave only marks of eternal sorrow as I run, not caring where they take me.