Ghost

Stitches

Danny was not having a good day. First he was late because of Skulker, second he was late to class, and third he was now cornered by Dash. As if to make things worse Paulina had tagged along, and she brought half the school with her. 

Sam and Tucker were talking by their lockers, knowing full well Danny was in a bad mood and Dash was going to get it.

"What are you doing, Fenton?" Dash sneered. "Hiding from your responsibilitys?"

Danny, much to the surprise of everyone, took a step forward. "No. I'm hiding from your bad breath." He shot back.

Dash looked surprised, but he picked up Danny by the front of his shirt. "What did you say, Fenton?" He asks.

Danny, not wanting to show off his fangs, glared at Dash with pale, faded blue eyes. Dash set him down and he opened his mouth. "Dash," He started, but Dash punched him in the gut.

His eyes had no affect, but the did glitch green. He had just lost his stitches. Danny ran to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. After things cleared he thought the hallways were empty so he could grab his medical supplies. 

Blood leaked through his shirt. Red and green blood. He walked to his locker, and turned around and ran into Dash. His eyes widened and he sprinted to the first room he saw. Mr. Lancer turned to see his late student rush in, spilling red and green blood.

Danny sighed, and sat down at his desk. He lifted the front of his shirt, and started running the thread through his skin. He stitched up the wound, and said ancient words of forgetfulness.

No one had remembered.