8Title: Never had the Chance
Author: Bunny Bubble
Rating: T
Album: My Heart's Bleeding
Summary: the first one-shot of my DP one-shot collection of related angsty stories. This one's in Danny's PoV, and this is how he feels about his life going downhill.
Disclaimer: DP and characters are not mine. If they were, I wouldn't be writing here.
Bunny: I never usually do one-shots, but I was inspired by gabriella phantom ((hugz)), so credits to her for the motivation. All of these one-shots are related, so they count as one whole story, yet also one-shots on their own. Argh I'm confusing you but you'll understand by the time I have 5 chapters up or so.
Perhaps my one-shots are like memoirs. If so, blame my 7th grade LA teacher who made it maditory to write a book of memoirs. (I got a B on most of it, even though im a A student) but o well, I thank him for the experience though.
I never write angst, but I guess the fact that I'm a emo goth is making me write angst. Sadly, there's no side story :(. Oh well. Ionno, but don't expect quick updates from this story, so srry. It's a one shot thing xD and I focus on Glass Mirror more, so yeah.
Never Had the ChanceMy heart is bleeding and it is killing me.
I, Daniel Jack Fenton, never had the chance. What did I not have the chance of? I never had the chance.. at everything. And it ruined my halfa life.
Sam Manson… I've always loved that girl from the bottom of my heart, but I never had the chance to tell her. I just wanted this friendship-status relationship to never end or break away, but I was so wrong. So wrong. Sam showed her money in school, and became rich. She left me behind. Her boyfriend was on the A-list, some burnette named Josh. I couldn't help but wonder, why me?
I never had the chance to tell her, that I loved her. She just moved on. Without me, and that caused my heart to bleed.
Tucker Foley was my remaining friend. The wonders of popularity had killed the old Sam we knew, and she never spoke to us. Us, the losers. No, I was the loser. Tucker was not even here. Tucker… we got into a silly fight. It was all my fault.. all my fault. I never had the chance to apologize to him, before I found out that he was moving. Apparently, his father had gotten a job in Michigan, as he left. My one and only friend, who I fought. An uncomftorable feeling overwhelmed me, as my heart bled.
Ever since my last friend's departure, my life has been downhill. My grades are slipping, and I'm feeling a little bit of myself die every passing moment. Sometimes, I just whish that a ghost would take my life right there, but I could never do that. That would be suicide, and it would not be right. But since when were things ever right?
I had to fight ghosts, I had to fight for Amityville Park. But no one understood. No one… I never had the chance to explain myself.. but I am still public enemy #1. I never had thechance… They never gave me a chance, but who needs chances when failure rests upon one's bloodstained hands?
It was that day, that memorable day, that I decided my life had no purpose. Just the other night, my parents cooked up another invention, that worked on me. Suspicious, I did not realize my own mother would take a DNA sample from me and figure everything out overnight. Perhaps she didn't. Perhaps Jazz had abandoned me as well. I felt so lost, so alone.
That morning, I was rejected. Thrown away, as if I were nothing but mere trash. Disowned by my parents, jst because I was a half ghost. No… tears leaked out of my eyes as I try my hardest not to focus on those forbidding words my own father had said… "no ghost belongs in this family. From now, don't even call me father. I have no son."
My heart bled, and I almost died from it.
My parents still believe that ghosts were evil and I attacked the mayor, hence Public Enemy #1. But you must believe me! It wasn't me… why would no one listen? Why must no one understand? I never had the chance.. please, give me just one chance!
But no one ever did. My pleas were useless, as Jazz, my sweet sister Jazz, threatened to send me to the Guys in White for experimenting.
I never had the chance.
Vlad was right, I was rejected by my own family. Perhaps joining him would be of use after all. Tears leaked from my eyes, and I knew, I just knew, it was useless to hold them back. Jazz… who said she understood, who spent countless ghost-fighting situations with me… did not speak to me as I was kicked out. I never had the chance to tell her how much I appreciated her before she threatened me. I never had the chance…
I hug myself, trying to keep warm on this cold evening, but it is no use. I never had a chance at a normal life when I got my ghost half, and now my ghost is killing me slowly from within.
I never had the chance…
My heart bleeds as I cry.
Bunny: ((sobs)) it was kinda drabble, but ionno. Its my first shot at one-shot, so yosh. I have a thing for angst. I really think its because im an emo goth.
Anyway, plz review ((constructive criticism is okay but plz no flames since its my first one-shot thxx))
Extra: the next one-shot is about Ember.