I woke up Monday morning in a panic. My alarm didn't go off and I was 20 minutes behind. I threw on my Casper High sweatshirt and black jeans with red converse high tops and rushed to my bag. I didn't bother with my hair at all, just left it alone.
I ran all the way to the school (Sam probably walked with Tucker, but I don't blame her) not stopping. My wrists were throbbing angrily (like they did since I got out of the hospital) and I was wincing visibly.
When I arrived at the school, I was actually 30 minutes early. I looked at my watch and forgot it was daylight savings time Saturday and that we had gained an hour. I groaned and slapped myself on the forehead. I sat down on the steps and put my face in my hands.
"Hey Danny." A cheery voice said in my ear. I started smiling before I lifted my face up and looked to Stella, who was smirking behind a pair of large rimmed glasses.
"I forgot that we had gained an hour Saturday." I said sheepishly. She rolled her big green eyes before setting her backpack next to me and sitting down. I immediately put my arm around her shoulders as she draped her legs over mine. She was wearing a black t-shirt with a white cardigan and black leggings with white converse. Her hair was in a messy bun and winged eyeliner hid behind her glasses. I had forgotten she wore glasses during school.
"Why do you wear glasses at school?" I mumbled, resting my forehead against hers. She shrugged. "Don't feel like putting in contacts and I like them." She said, closing her eyes.
"I like 'em too." I smiled. We sat there for awhile until we had to move so that people could get into the school. I decided to follow Stella to her locker. She took out a big advanced science book and a couple notebooks and a pen and put the rest of her backpack in her locker. I grabbed her advanced science book from her hands and smirked at her.
She rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand, a large smile still on her face. We were getting weird looks from other people. At first I thought it was because I had been in the hospital, but no I realized it was because I was holding Stella Hoover's hand.
"People are staring at us." I whispered to her, getting more looks when I did. She kept grinning and pushed me back against the locker.
"Then let's give 'em something to stare." She winked, forcefully pressing her lips to mine. She threaded her fingers into my hair while I rested one of my hands on her waist. Obviously, I don't mind being dominated when we are in public.
"Alright." She breathed, pulling away quickly. She smirked. "Walk me to class, Danny boy."
I nodded, a weird squeaking noise escaping my throat. Dash's mouth was dropped open in surprise, as was everyone else's.
"Well, people, if you don't close your mouths, you are going to catch flies." Stella yelled, pulling me along. Everyone continued on with their business as soon as she did, and I snickered. She smiled at me, squeezing my hand.
We got to her class and she took her science book from me. "Are you okay?" She whispered. I nodded.
"Feel great, a little pain here and there but..." I smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck. She nodded, pursing her lips.
"Okay, text me if you feel bad okay? I'll leave class and try to make it to you." Stella smiled, kissing me on the cheek and walking into her class. I smiled, walking towards the gym for my class. Tucker was leaning against his locker, he and Sam in an intense conversation.
"Tucker please!" She pleaded.
"No Sam! He's doing it for attention!" Tucker hissed.
"Tucker! I don't think-"
"Sam! Trust me, he did that so you'd feel sorry for him! He's begging for attention." Tucker crossed his arms.
They obviously didn't see me, or they didn't know about my hyperactive hearing. I tried not to let it get to me, I really did. I wanted to just, I don't know, go home and sleep for the rest of my life. Death is peaceful. Life is harder.
Yes, I just quoted motherfucking Twilight.
"Hey son!" My dad bellowed. I jumped and put my hand over my heart, spinning around to face him. "Dad!" I screeched. Tucker and Sam spinned around to me, paling. Yeah, they didn't know I was there.
"Hey son! We are doing an assembly on ghosts!" My dad said excitedly.
"Oh!" I said awkwardly. As if my day couldn't get any worse, my ghost sense went off. I groaned, looking around. "Well, dad. I'm going to go to the bathroom…" I said awkwardly. Dad smiled. "Alright son! See you during the assembly!" He beamed widely. I gulped and gave a thumbs up, going into the bathroom and into a stall, transforming and flying into the air.
"Now where are you?" I wondered to myself, looking around the sky.
"You are like a buffet table, kid!" Spectra said from behind me. I spun around, firing an ectoblast to her, that she easily dodged by going invisible.
"No really, you may need therapy." Spectra's voice taunted voice.
"The only therapy I like is the song by All Time Low." I snarled. Spectra laughed.
"Kid, you are literally an all you can eat buffet for this ghost." She said, becoming visible. I glared. "What I do is none of your business." I growled. She tsked, pointing her finger at me.
"Now, Daniel, I maybe a horrible therapist, but at least I know when somethings wrong. Unlike your friends. Sam still doesn't know how bad you actually are." Spectra smirked, flying around, her tail wrapping around my ankle. In my time of thinking, she flung me into the gym where now knew a Ghost Assembly run by my parents was being held.
I crashed through the ceiling (again, jeez) and landed on the ground. Spectra was starting to feed on my emotions, making me weaker. I tried to get up, but she was now in the room, pinning me down with her newfound energy.
"Look at you, you're a mess." Spectra concluded. I rolled my eyes. "Tell me something I don't know." I muttered. Spectra smiled. "See, you are responding. This therapy session is going great."
Spectra had absorbed enough energy to be able to take on a more human appearance. "See! That would've taken 3 teenagers on finals week to take on my human form. You are really down in the dumps." Spectra smiled, breathing in the air and most likely more of my emotions.
I looked around the room. Just my luck, everyone in the whole school was watching this, watching me get beat by an opponent that I could normally beat. My parents were sitting on the bleachers, hands twitching towards their guns, but wanting to watch the battle.
Tucker and Sam were sitting together, pale faced and watching. I tried to move my arms, but Spectra kicked me in the side. "Don't get up, I'm almost looking 24." She smirked.
I rolled my eyes. "At this rate, you're going to kill me." I mumbled. Spectra put her finger on her chin, as if she was contemplating it.
"Thats the point, sweetheart." She hissed. I weakly opened my eyes and shrugged. "Whatever." I mumbled again. She sighed.
"Now...what else can I do?" She looked around the room at the students sitting in the bleachers.
"Ladies and Gentleman!" She bellowed suddenly, making the 'audience' jump. "Behold your so called hero. Here he is, in the flesh, just like the little freak he is." Spectra sneered. I rolled my eyes, trying to focus my energy on getting up.
"He would've abandoned all hope a long time ago...yes, and I think I should help him, considering he attempted suicide this weekend." She smirked. I froze, the gasps ringing out among the crowd.
"But he's a ghost! He can't die again!" I heard my mother shout. "Ah, well, thats where you are wrong, because thats another topic I can speak about." Spectra said. I struggled harder, knowing where she was going with this.
"Now, I've asked him this question before. Is he a ghost who's trying to fit in with humans, or a creepy little boy with creepy little powers?" She smirked. I finally broke free of her hold, and blasted her in the back. "Spectra, you should probably stop lying to people." I said, trying to control the tremors in my voice. "Mhmm, keep telling them I'm lying. If I'm lying, show them your wrists." She snapped.
And in a way, I snapped.
Apparently, I have a lot of pent up anger that I've been keeping in. Everything I've felt in the past couple of months, gave me enough energy to growl in rage and fly at her, giving her everything I had left in me.
I flew her out of the gym of course, because I didn't want anyone else to see that. That would really hurt my image.
"Yeah, beat me up. Get it out of your system. Crumble underneath the pressure. It's only making me stronger." Spectra spat, throwing me into the ground. "Watch and learn, Mr. Phantom." She winked at me, flying back towards the gym. I got up, painfully may I add, and flew after her, where she had confronted my parents.
She winked before saying. "Your son. Check his wrists. Ask his little girlfriend what happened to him this weekend." I glared sharply at her and uncapped the thermos before my dad said, "My son wouldn't do that. If he even thought about it, I would be so disappointed in him." I froze up, before shaking my head and sucking her into the thermos. I flew in front of the crowd before bowing my head. "Nothing she said was true. Nothing." I muttered, before flying away from there. I needed an escape. But I promised Stella.
I promised her that I would not do that again.
But I really need to. Spectra didn't hurt me bad enough. I need to feel something.
The scariest part was the numbness. My automatic defense mechanism for hurting. My body didn't want to feel anything, but I did. I couldn't do this to myself. Not after this weekend, at least not today.
I can't let Spectra get to me.
But it seemed she already had.
…
I flew back into the school and stayed in the janitors closet for the rest of the assembly, which stretched until 3rd period. I heard the crowd start heading towards their classes and I honestly wanted to go home.
The doorknob started to wiggle and I turned intangible to not be seen.
"Sam I don't want you to hang out with him anymore!" Tucker spat. Sam angrily stomped into the closet. I held my breath as they did so they couldn't even think they hear me.
"Why not Tucker? Why leave him alone to suffer?" She hissed.
"Because I don't want to have to clean up his mess whenever he gives up!" Tucker yelled. Sam shushed him as my hand went over my mouth. My eyes started burning.
"What mess?" Sam demanded.
"You! It'll kill you when he finally just lets go. He's going to get worse and I don't want you to get hurt." Tucker said. Sam stopped glaring and stared.
"So you just give up on him?" Sam asked. Tucker nodded. "He's my best friend, but I've known for awhile that he's been getting bad, that's why I've separated you and I from him." Tucker revealed.
"Tucker!" Sam gasped. I didn't want to get upset but I couldn't help it. "Really Tucker?" I snapped, becoming visible. He glared. "Yes! You are going to destroy everyone who's close to you!" Tucker said, glaring.
I stormed out of the closet, stomping my feet. "Oh there you go again! Running away from your problems, like you always do!" Tucker yelled.
"Excuse me?" I spun around and faced him. We were in the middle of a crowded hallway after the assembly, everyone blinking in our direction. My parents stopped their conversation with Mr. Lancer and turned their heads towards the scene. Stella was shoving her way through the crowd.
"You heard me. You want pity." Tucker accused. I glared.
"No! That's the last thing I fucking want." I snapped back. Tucker rolled his eyes.
"Please. You've wanted attention ever since the accident!" Tucker yelled. We apparently had forgotten that we were in the middle of a crowded hallway.
"I know you secretly blame me and Sam for what happened to you, but you don't have to make us feel like shit every time something bad happens to you!" Tucker added, his voice still raised. Lancer was starting come out of shock and make his way towards us.
"At least I'm not a shitty friend." I growled. Tucker blinked.
"Why you little shit!" He flung himself at me punching me in the face. Gasps were heard all around. My eyes flashed green as I glared at him. He held my gaze. "Do it you little bitch! Punch me!" He yelled. I took a step forward and he visibly flinched. I leaned forward and hissed, "You aren't worth the effort."
Tucker blinked and glared. I started to walk out of the school. I knew my eyes were still green and angry but I couldn't hold it in anymore when he shouted down the hallway (full of people). "Your powers make you a freak!" He shouted. "Tucker!" Sam gasped.
I ran back towards him, knocking him to the ground. "Holy goddamn." Dash whispered, backing away from me punching Tucker in the face.
Tucker somehow happened to pin me to the floor, shoving my shoulders into the ground. "You don't even deny it!" He spat.
"You know what Tucker, Fuck you." I spat, punching him square in the jaw and getting up and walking away. "Danny don't walk away from me!" Tucker yelled. I turned around, not noticing the tears in my own eyes.
"Stay away from me." I sniffed. Tucker snapped out of his rage and panicked. "Danny-shit-I'm so sorry!"
"No your not." I shook my head. Tucker took a step forward. "Don't." I said, running away.
I needed to get away from there before I did something I might regret. Tucker was right. I am a freak. Everyone in the school knows something's wrong with me. My life is just going to get worse.
I'm never going to go to college, I'm never going to be an astronaut.
I'm never gonna get married. I'm never going to have children. I'm never going to live a happy normal life because of these stupid powers. They make me unique, but unique is not good. Unique is the worst thing I can be.
I want to be normal. I want to be a teenager. I want to go to parties and drive and not have to worry about everyone who is close to me.
I sat in the secret area of the park and just cried. I cried for hours and no one came after me. Not even Stella. Good, I needed some space.
Stella knows I'm a freak too. She knows and she probably won't talk to me again. Sam probably thinks I'm horrible for hitting Tucker. Tucker probably won't forgive me.
All of these what ifs made me cry harder. No one could hear me, but why should they care?
They don't care about Fenton. They only cared about Phantom.
...they wouldn't care if Fenton was gone.
Why should they care anyway? Maybe Stella would be a little upset, and maybe my parents, but if I was gone, none of this bad stuff would happen to me. I wish Stella hadn't found me. I wish I was dead.
All I want is to die. If I were to stop breathing, I honestly wouldn't give two shits.
My ghost sense went off, and the air around me got colder. "Daniel." A voice said gently.
"Are you here to kill me?" I asked quietly, tears still streaming down my face. Footsteps came closer. "No, Great One." The big yeti said sadly. "I'm here to help." He added.
I shook my head. "The only help I need is for someone to put me six feet under." I said, my voice muffled under my hand as I tried to stop crying. "It's okay to cry, Great One." Frostbite said, pulling me up to my feet. "Frostbite…" I sighed.
"I don't care. You are taking a vacation." Frostbite said. I shook my head. "Will I never come back?" I asked.
"Great One snap out of it!" Frostbite pleaded. He sighed, looking into the sky. "I heard about what happened with Spectra and I was wondering if you needed assistance."
"Frostbite, I don't think you understand! Every time my life gets better, something happens that it gets worse." I sobbed. Frostbite patted my shoulders.
"I know Daniel, but if you need anyth-"
"No! What I need is to be alone...please." I said, curling in on myself. Frostbites hand was no longer on my back. "Of course, Great One." He said, sympathetically, before the air was no longer cold, and I didn't feel the electrical pull of a ghost.
I sighed. My parents probably know, and it's all Tucker and Sam's fault. Sam didn't stop him. She should have stopped him! I let tears fall more freely as the sun shone brightly on the park. Children who didn't have to be in school played around the trees, couples holding hands on benches. And here I was, hidden in the shadows...like the outcast I was.
Like the outcast no one would care would be gone.
And I would be gone soon.
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Sad chapter today guys :( thank you so much for reviewing. It really means to the writer when people really like her work.
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I'll be back soon with Chapter 5, maybe a time skip? I haven't decided if the time skip will be in 5 or 6, probably six because stellas got to fix danny….
Alrighty. I'll talk to you later!