Danny Phantom: Ghost Zone Field trip

Siblings?!

Warning: Huge mentions of suicide and triggering things will be apart of this chapter. If you don't want to read it you don't have to and you can skip to the part of the chapter that says Present. You won't really miss anything important and if you do read the whole thing, I'm sorry if I offended you in in the way. That was not my intention.

If you or anyone you know has thought about suicide or hurting themselves please call or text message the suicide hotline at 1-800-273-8255. They are available 24/7

Suicide isn't a joke and should be taken seriously.
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Chapter 32

Cute brown hair with dark green eyes but bright with innocence. The little toddler wobbled around the place he's always known as home, tugging a blue blanket that dragged across the floor and a small stuffed monkey that he called Momo was in his left arm, looking around the living area.

Walking towards the couch where he saw a big kid he asked the question that was bugging the 3 year old, “Where's mama?”

The big kid kid only sighed in annoyance, turning to face the child with a disgusted look on his face upon seeing who it was. “How many times have I told you squirt,” he said angrily, “she's not your mom she's my mom. Nobody wanted you so they dropped you off here. You have no parents. You're unwanted.”

The toddlers lip quivered as he hugged Momo tighter to his chest, “liar!” Tears began to fall from the kids green eyes and sniffles began to overwhelm him as well as hiccups.

“I'm not lying and will you shut up and leave me alone?” Suddenly Momo the Monkey was ripped out of the kids arms and thrown far into the hallway where the toddler had come in moments before.

Sniffling and hiccuping louder than before he wobbled as fast as he could with his chubby legs to get to his stuffed monkey, upset enough to go into his room and not come out until the following morning.

Because the bigger kids were always right.

Maybe he was unwanted.

Ten years later

“How was school today?”

The 13 year old shrugged, eyes never leaving the ground and hands fiddling with the bracelet he had on his right hand.

“I heard that there's a dance coming up, are you planning on going?”

She was trying to make conversation with him but he knew that she didn't really care. He was just another paycheck to her. He could practically see the dollar signs dancing in her eyes.

And really? The last thing he wants to talks about is the living nightmare he calls school.

The doctor sighed before scribbling yet another note on her clipboard.

To him there wasn't a point to anything or anyone. They all have the same ending destination.

They just make stops along the way.

Others just get it over with.

“Can I see your wrist?”

Rolling his eyes he lifted his sleeves so she could see that he wasn't doing anything to hurt himself on his wrist. They weren't “clean” as she put it but there weren't any new ones either.