̶G̶o̶o̶d̶ Bad Habits Run In The Family (DISCONTINUED)

Memories Are Persistent

Danny was starting to feel the effect of being mostly by himself for a week. His hair was starting to feel greasy and matted, making him cringe every time he went to run his fingers through the mess. He was hungry, and the bare amount of food he was finding wasn’t making him feel better, but he was lucky it wasn’t hurting worse than it did with his ghost side helping. He was exhausted and tired of venturing the city, when it was obviously bent on keeping him trapped. He had a feeling it was much more than him just simply being lost, there was no way he was just that hopeless.

Being alone also allowed his thoughts to grow whenever he wasn’t moving or distracting himself some other way. He wanted to turn his mind off, for it to stop replaying scenes that should have never happened. He didn’t want to forget Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and everybody else who was gone, but he also had left Amity behind for a reason, he didn’t want to remember how they became gone. It was conflicting and it hurt so damn bad that his eyes would begin to burn and he would furiously wipe at them to keep the water works at bay.

A few times he couldn’t stop the sobs that tore through his throat, or the tears that would fall down his face. Sometimes he would fly high up in the air and scream and curse out the world, the pain building up in his chest overflowing into his very being. The sky never judged him for it, and from up there the city looked distant, like he wasn’t stuck there. He tried leaving from high up in those endless skies, but he would either become distracted by the beautiful stars that he could see from above the smog, or simply become trapped once again in the city.

Danny knew something else was happening, and he had a feeling it was most likely supernatural. He knew he had felt the ectoplasm the city was baked in, but he never truly gave it more thought. Now he was wondering if he should’ve, as there was something keeping him here, and he was sure it had something to do with the ever present ectoplasm. It was almost like the city was alive, and not in the sense from the very active people residing in it.

Even if something supernatural was forcing him to stay, he didn’t know why. Why would something want him here? He could feel a tug in his core that subconsciously dragged him back to the very city he no longer wanted to be in. Did the thing want him to hurt? Did it want him to constantly worry and be stuck in his thoughts? Did it want him to be in this much pain caused by his own brain? The longer he was here, the more he had to stress about the GIW finding him or the city’s own vigilantes finally figuring him out and his past. He knew they were smart people, with capabilities to access a lot of his information, including the things that happened in his hometown.

His hometown…

Danny could never go back there. Fenton was no more there. Phantom was a problem there. He had no home town. Nowhere to go. No person to return to.

He was brought out of those thoughts by a drop on his hand that was clutching his shirt with so much pressure that it looked like he was trying to rip it off. It was then that he noticed he was crying, tears slowly streaming down his face as he stared down at his ragged figure. He was dirty and shaking, his stomach rumbling lowly, demanding for something.

Damn, he really was a mess, wasn’t he?

That was all it took for him to break down once again. He trembled and slumped over, sobs racking his whole body as he cried as quietly as he could get himself to at the moment. His calloused and filthy hands clenched his pants as he tugged his knees closer, trying to block out the world with his body alone.

How he wished he could turn back the time and to that day that everything that went wrong. He never should have indulged into his selfish wants and caused all of this mess. He should’ve saved his friends, his family, everybody he hurt. If he could go back in time maybe he should go back more to that fateful day that he acquired his powers and the curse that came with it. Then none of this could’ve happened in the first place. He wouldn’t have turned into the monster he never wanted to be.