"So, Dylan, Where are you from?" Tucker questioned. I could see in his eyes that he was ready for a full out investigation. Dylan looked at me and I itched my arm, as if on command.

"…A few towns over." Dylan said, hesitantly. "Do you like to be called Dylan or D?" Sam asked. Dylan was completely staring at me now, not even hiding it. He turned his sharp gaze off of me, thankfully.

"I like to be called D. I'm actually distant relatives with Cameron and Frank. I'm staying with them for a while." He said.

"Then why isn't your last name Smith?" I asked, confused. Sam face palmed and Tucker snickered. "Dude, your relatives don't have to have your last name. Marriage is a thing you know." Tucker explained. I blushed.

"My name used to be Smith, but my mom remarried and changed my name with hers. She and her husband died recently." Frank said, looking down, but I could tell it was a lie. Why was he lying?

"Anyways, what is with the interrogation?" D laughed. "Danny, go get us some food." Dylan said, his eyes flashing. I jerked up and headed towards the cashier, no control of my movements what-so-ever.

…

Sam's POV

I watched as Danny left the table on command from D, and looked at the boy in question, who was smirking at me and Tucker.

"Now, you can go full out on your interrogation. Yes I am a ghost, yes I am targeting Danny. No, he doesn't remember fighting me. Now ask your questions." He smirked. I gaped but composed myself, glaring.

"Who are you?" Tucker started, his voice on edge. "I am Depression. There is a reason Mr. Fenton got so bad in such a short amount of time. I am that reason. I take the lives of teenagers to become part of my army so that I do not feel the depression I am forced to bear with me my entire afterlife." Depression explained.

I glared. "So you are trying to take the life of Danny?" I asked sharply, looking to the boy in question, who was currently ordering food.

"Yes, and now even more so. He wants to date my little sister. I'm still very protective over my living relatives." D smirked.

Cameron.

"Cameron is your sister? I thought Frank was her only brother!" I exclaimed.

"He is the only living brother. I committed suicide a few years back. No one likes to talk about it. My name was Dylan Smith and I was a couple grades above yours. In Jasmines grade." D said.

"…We are going to tell Danny about you." Tucker said finally, keeping his voice strong. D laughed. "I have more power of him right now then you guys ever will. He will deny it, thinking that I am fully human." D said confidently.

"But he is the one that told us to interrogate you." I added.

D stopped sharply and stood quickly. "…He what?" He said. I nodded. "He is on to you, Dylan Smith. You better watch your back, because the second we tell Danny who you are, you are going to wish he hadn't." I smirked.

D laughed sharply, examining the dark blue ectoblast in his hand. "I could make you forget all this, you know that right? But I'm not going to, you know why? I am going to make you suffer. You are going to watch Danny fall deeper and deeper into his depression and you won't say anything or I will make him kill himself." D said.

Tucker and I deflated.

"That's right. And, now for the boy in question." D said, his laughter ending into an evil smile. His ectoblast stayed in his hand and we were forced to watch as he placed his hand on Danny's back and forced him out of the restaurant.

"What are we going to do, Sam?" Tucker asked.

I paused. "If Danny can't beat this demon, we are going to have to. Come on, let's talk to Jazz." I said, grabbing my purse and heading to my car, Tucker following closely behind.

"You know, Danny is lucky that you love him so much." He said. "Yeah, I just wished he remembered that he loved me too." I said.

…

Danny's POV

"Where are we going?" I asked, my mind hazy. D sighed. "Need you to do something for me." D said, smiling.

"Yeah? What? Wait, where were we just now?" I asked, feeling like a huge chunk of memory was just lost on my brain. I had this strange suspicion, but couldn't figure out what I was suspicious of.

"We need to drink. Like a lot." D said. I shook my head. "No way man, I got out of that shit already. And I'm not jumping back in." I said.

D glared. "You will drink with me, Danny." He persuaded. "Okay, but only a little. I don't want to fall back into old habits." I sighed, giving in.

D smiled again. "I'll go pick up some liquor and meet you at your house soon. See you in a bit." D said, smiling somewhat evilly, but I think that's just because he was probably stealing the liquor.

I sighed and started to walk home, my ghost sense going off and sending a chill down my back. I glared at the sky and ran into the alley, transforming and flying up into the sky.

"Falling back into old habits, aye?" A familiar voice said, and I felt a kick to the back. I screeched as I was thrown into the park, near the area where you can't see past the trees.

"You already have fallen back into old habits." The voice continued. I turned around and saw a hooded figure with yellow eyes. I could only see the eyes because they glowed.

"I don't know what you are talking about." I gulped, standing up and wincing when I stretched out my back.

"Yes you do." The figure sneered, pulling me up by the jumpsuit and flying into the clearing, scaring the stoners that were smoking in there. Ironically, Stella and Frank were there. "This is where you got high for the first time, remember?" The figure laughed, throwing me into Stella.

"Wait…Da—" Stella started but I was already being whisked away. "Now, let's go see some other sights, maybe some other people." The figure started but I kicked out of his grip and flew away from him.

He appeared in front of me and I halted to a stop. "Okay, this is getting old." I glared, preparing an ectoblast. "I wouldn't do that. I have eyes on your friends." He said, twirling a chain around his hand. I let the energy fizzle out and I glared.

"Little Jackson and Hayden, Sam and Tucker, Cameron and Frank and Stella…I have eyes on all of them. You better behave." It added.

I sighed. "Who are you?"

"I am DEPRESSION!" It bellowed, making me wince. "And you are my next target for my army of the suicidal teenagers! But you won't remember that will you?" It sneered. I flew away as fast as I could. It obviously knew I was half-ghost and knew my identity, so I couldn't hide in human form. Blue blasts flew past me.

"Come on, Danny. Where do people get lost in? Casper High!" I exclaimed, accelerating on my way to the blessed building.

Casper High…blessed…two words I thought would never go in a sentence together.

The school should be deserted and oh no….

THERE'S A FOOTBALL GAME JESUS CHRIST. F U ATHELTIC DEPARTMENT.

I tried to change directions, but Depression was two steps ahead of me. "We interrupt your athletic event to bring you an important announcement." It bellowed, throwing me in the middle of the field. Players skidded around me, trying to make it back to their respective benches.

"Hello, I am Depression. I am targeting your half-ghost friend here." Depression laughed. People around me gasped. "The Fright Knight is working for you!" Kwan screamed. Depression nodded.

"Yes. He attacked Mr. Phantom earlier in the week. But I would like to show you who Danny Phantom really is. He won't remember the revelation, but you will." He winked at me. I went to fly away, but hands shot out of the ground and held me where I stood.

"Now, don't be afraid of him. He's weak. He isn't good enough for life, and barely good enough for my army. But I will take pity and bring him among my ranks. He deserves that." Depression nodded.

"However, I cannot claim him unless he commits the act himself, which he could not, but I would be very unhappy if he failed….again." He spat. Dash paled and looked at me in awe as I let my face drop to the ground.

I honestly felt like crying.

"Now, for the moment you've all been waiting for!" Depression prepared an ectoblast. I closed my eyes as he shot it at my chest.

My world went black.

…

3rd Person POV

The crowd went silent. Mouths were dropped open and people were speechless. Depression looked to them in triumph, and promptly disappeared.

Dash went up to the limp body and knelt next to it, tears pouring down his face. "No, no, no. I didn't bully my superhero. No way." Dash cried.

Kwan went up next to him, his face pale and clear. "You didn't know." Kwan reasoned.

"Well, I could have not been a fucking prick Kwan!" Dash said. "He won't remember that we know, and he's gonna hate me forever." Dash cried.

Sam and Tucker ran out onto the field to make sure his vitals were still there. Normal heartbeat, normal temperature.

"Well, he's not dead." Tucker said. Sam shook her head. "Yet." She whispered violently. She stood and looked to the crowd of shocked bystanders.

"See that?" She pointed at the body of Danny Fenton, a side of him no one has really paid attention to.

"That is the start of a losing war. We can't keep treating Danny like he's trash. We have to try to make his life easier so he doesn't take the easy way out and spend eternity being tortured. I don't want him to die. He's my best friend, but we have to treat him like he's worth it, now more than ever! Please…just think about it." Sam said.

People nodded, but one person shook her head.

Cameron Smith.

"I can't be with him…he's not normal!" Cameron said, going up to Sam, her hand locked around the necklace.

"Cameron, he needs you." Sam pleaded reluctantly.

"And I will still be here. I can't live everyday like my boyfriend could die." Cameron snapped, snapping the necklace off of her neck.

Sam gaped. "I'm sorry, but…tell him I've made up my mind. Tell him not to contact me." Cameron said sadly.

"Cameron." Tucker said, and she halted. "What?" She said, her voice sad. "Depression…He's—"

"I know who he is." Cameron stated. "He's a monster."

Sam nodded and let her go, looking to the boy who would definitely be broken to find out that his crush doesn't want him anymore.

"Come on, we have to try to get him home." Tucker said, going to lift him when he opened his eyes. "What is going on?" He groaned. Everyone held their breath. Would he remember? Is there a chance he could?

"…What do you remember?" Sam asked, kneeling beside him.

"Walking home." He said, but his face looked confused. Sam sighed and brought the hand that was holding the necklace up to rub at her face, when he caught her wrist.

"What is that?" He asked. Sam sighed. "Cameron gave it back."

"So that's her answer."

"You didn't hear the reason!" Sam said, as Danny started to get up.

"…I don't need to. No one really care about me, Sam! I'm just a human punching bag. You use me to relieve frustrations without giving a shit about my emotions."

Danny started glowing blue.

"But I'm tired of it! I'm done! I can't do it anymore."

The blue aura got brighter.

"Everything would be so much better if—"

The glowing stop.

"Better if what?" Sam asked hesistantly.

"Never mind. I'm going home. I don't even know what the fuck happened here." He grumbled, stomping away. Dash gaped in his direction.

"We cannot make him too upset." Dash whispered. Sam nodded in fear. "That aura, that has to be what signals he is thinking that way. All we need to do is watch for the aura. Snap him out of it if something gets to him." Sam planned. The students, parents, and faculty around her agreed.

They all made it their personal goal to help try and save Danny Fenton.

…

Danny's POV

I woke up on the cold ground of my bathroom. I looked around me, expecting to find blood. I didn't. I found a razor that hadn't made its way into my skin. I sucked in a deep breath and ran out of the bathroom, feeling like I was going to be sick if I looked at the razor. I rubbed at my arms and tried to think about what had happened today.

I'm drinking with D later today, and…I was walking home, and….FUCK.

I'm sick and tired of having bits and pieces of my memory go away. It's driving me insane.

I had vague images of a masked figure and a strange feeling that everyone knew a secret of mine. Which secret? Who knew, to be honest.

I had so many secrets. My secrets probably had secrets.

Focus, okay. Weird images of the grim reaper with familiar yellow eyes aside, I felt in my back pocket, getting upset when I realized it wasn't a dream.

Cameron didn't want to be with me. As usual. No girl really liked me. They either used me or they found out that I wasn't good enough for them. They never give me the benefit of the doubt.

I'm just a freak who deserves to die.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. I sighed, rubbing my face a bit even though I know it would make me look even more upset.

I opened the door to Sam's house to come face to face with Stella, in all her flannel and legging glory. She smiled at me sadly and threw her arms around my smallish frame. "Hey, dude. You wanna talk about it?" She asked, like she knew what was wrong with me.

I sighed. "One, you were only with me to fix me. Two, why are you here anyways? Three, you wouldn't understand." I said, a slight scowl on my face. But I was feeling too upset to really be mad at her. The weight on my heart was too heavy.

"Look…I know about you. Being Danny Phantom, anyways." She said awkwardly. I looked at her sharply, my anger rising.

"How did you figure it out? Who are you going to tell?" I demanded, not even denying it. She backed up slightly and looked around, sighing and closing the door behind her.

"It wasn't hard to piece together. Phantom had more and more evidence on who he was coming in by the truck full, and suddenly he's a half ghost that committed suicide recently? Not a coincidence." Stella explained, but I knew that there was something else that led her to the discovery. Something in the back of my mind told me not to bring it up though.

"…that's true." I sighed sadly, rubbing at my eyes pitifully. I felt like crying. Stella looked sadly at me, but bit her lip, as if she was trying not to tell me something.

"I know you have something else to say Stella." I sighed, wrapping my arms around my abdomen.

"….Cameron doesn't want to date you because you are Danny Phantom." Stella said sadly. I fell on the floor in a heap, unable to control the tears. Stella rushed to my side immediately. "Danny, hold on. I didn't tell her. She found out like I did. She didn't want—"

"Didn't want to be with a freak like me. I get it Stella." I sobbed. She shushed me and shook her head, trying to get me to look at her.

"No, that's not it!" She pleaded. She got out her phone and started dialing a number. Something inside of me snapped. The weight was too heavy. I had to get it out. I had to do something.

I couldn't live with this pain.

"Sam I don't know what to do! He isn't taking the news very well. He is dark blue." She said, suddenly tying ghost proof cables around me.

"I can't do that Sam! One, you. Two, it would be taking advantage—okay…." Stella bit her lip and hung up the phone, sighing. She smiled sheepishly at me and held out her hand. "Do you wanna forget in a safe way? I'll even untie you….if you wanna be untied."

I knew what she had in mind.

Something was screaming at me to say no, to find a better solution. The darkest reaches of my soul told me to not fuck around with my feelings anymore and just get rid of myself. But I found myself taking her hand and letting her attach her lips to mine. She untied the cables and allowed me to slip my arms around her waist, pulling her closely to me.

Ironically, she wasn't the one I wanted to be doing this with. It wasn't Cameron either.

I wanted to with Sam. I know that its probably fucked up to want to do that with Sam, but I trust her. I trust her with my life, my soul, and my body. She makes everything better….most of the time.

Even as I thought this, I still let Stella pull me up the stairs until I got fed up with being submissive. I was tired of being pushed around. I wanted to be in control.

I will somehow gain control over my actions again. One way or another.

Alright. This isn't my best chapter, but this is kinda* a filler even though it has some major plot developing elements.

Yes, Stella came to Danny first and did what she does best. Makes him forget. Idk why I did that but you know DRAMA.

I don't know how some of you are going to take that honestly, so tell me in the reviews!

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Thank you to all who are reading this.

There isn't much left, but I am planning on doing a sequel.

It will probably* be called Beautiful Scars, or something within that nature.

ANYWHO

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