Ghost

Silence

If it was one thing Danny missed most from being human was the silence. Sometimes he wished he could just have some moment of silence. 

As a ghost, there is always that one soul following you, trying to push you past the breaking point. Danny was sitting in his class, when his soul, Fred as Danny named him, started asking Danny questions.

"How does it feel to not fit in?" Fred asks.

"Shut up." Danny mumbled under his breath.

"How does it feel to be an outcast?" 

"Shut up." Danny whispered.

"How did it feel when your parents cut you open?" 

Danny's head dropped to his desk. He blinked tears away. Fred's green formless shape smiled.

"How does it feel every time you sew up your wounds from a fight?"

Tears streamed down his face. 

"What do you think your parents would do if they found out?" Fred had turned red, not that any one else other than Danny could see him though. 

Dash raised his hand. "Mr. Lancer, Danny's crying. Like a baby."

The whole class turned to the sobbing boy. "No one would care for you if they found out..." Fred pushed. Danny cried even harder.

"Are you okay, Fenton?" Kwan asks.

"No." Danny howls quietly.

"What's wrong?" Sam asks.

Danny looked up, meeting her eyes. "I'm dead, Sam. That's what's wrong." 

Dash laughed, "Look at wittle Danny wanny. He think's he's a ghost." 

Danny stood up, transformed and flew out of the window. "Holy-"