And Now, A Ghost Story 1
He hurt. He was scared, he was lost, he felt guilty, and he hurt. He’d flown east according to the stars, and he didn’t stop until his entire body forced him down into an alleyway in a city near the sea. He’d have crossed it if he had the strength. What better way to get even further from his problems? However, even as he landed, he could feel himself fighting the transformation, fighting his body wanting to shift from half dead to half alive. He landed. The alley lit with blinding white for a moment. He collapsed to his hands and knees. The night was cold. He only wore what he had when he’d been captured. When the net tightened around him. When he begged for his parents to save him from the GIW. When… He curled up instead of thinking about it. He was away from Amity Park. He was away from his friends and sister. They were safe. They would always be safer away from him. The ghost boy, the creepy child. Half dead, unnatural, monster, the words echoed in his head. He sniffled and curled tighter. He felt the burns and bruises, and he told himself he should care about his injuries. He couldn’t, though. Not when he thought of Sam and Tucker and Jazz, all injured and hurt just to help him. Just to help a creature that shouldn’t even exist. He shuffled to hide between a wall and a pile of trash bags. They smelt terrible. Danny felt himself not caring still. He stayed curled, shutting his eyes tight, and tried to find a way to sleep. He didn’t know what to do. He was only eight. He thought telling the truth would fix everything, and he was wrong. He thought doing the right thing would protect everyone. He was wrong. Now he just wanted to sleep. He didn’t want to think about what happened. He didn’t want to remember why he laid here in an alley in a strange, dark city. He wanted nothing more than to not exist. Maybe, perhaps, to never be born. A creepy little boy with creepy little powers. No one like that deserves help. Next
