Danny's phone had been ringing off the hook since the accident...er, accidents. So much that he had to turn his phone off.
While most of the calls were just to check up on him, Danny didn't feel much like talking to anyone. He didn't want to hear their condolences. Didn't want to hear them ask if there was anything they could do for him. All he wanted, all he wanted was his brothers and the love of his life back.
No one could give that to him.
Danny felt as though he was slowly going insane, and he didn't like it. Not one bit.
He needed Cameron to talk him down. He needed Sam to offer him an ear. He needed James to make him laugh and most of all he needed Ben to make everything better.
They were gone. They were gone and this time, they weren't coming back.
Danny had been staying with Andy since that night. Andy didn't want him being alone, and honestly, Danny was grateful for that.
Flashbacks. Danny hated those. Lately though, he was seeing things he didn't remember doing. Things he couldn't have done.
He decided to keep it to himself, at least for the time being. No sense in worrying Andy for nothing. Not until he knew what he was dealing with anyway.
Little did he know, those flashbacks were about to become his reality.
A/N: sorry the updates have been slow. Been busy with the holidays. Update coming before the end of the week. Thanks for reading!
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Into The Fire
FanfictionDanny has been having episodes lately. Blacking out and not remembering things he has done. What's going on with danny? Will his friends be able to help him? Is there any help? Is it too late?