Ghost

Holy

Danny was feeling very... Holy. Yeah, that was a good word for it.

What else would you call it if you got a just got impaled with a sword that came out of nowhere? Swordly? Danny thought on this as he slowly died.

He stumbled into the school, the sword still in his gut. He stumbled into Mr. Lancer's class.

"Alright, before I die. Boy, have I ever wanted to do this." Two white rings formed around his waist, turning him into his human half.

Everyone was so confused. Until they noticed He had a sword in his gut. "OH MY GOD. HE'S BEEN IMPALED!" Dash squeals.

"Ha. Ha. I feel holy." Danny giggles. "What could go wrong? Famous last words, you know. And I want you all to know... I really need to tell you this."

"Oh my gosh! Someone get him a doctor!"

"No, it's long overdue. I need to be completely honest. All of you hurt me. By not noticing or comforting me on Sam and Tucker's death. For not noticing I wasn't ageing. To not noticing I mumbled in other languages. For not caring every time I came in with a broken limb. And Dash? For giving up on me." Danny's eyes rolled into the back of his head.

He fell to the ground, and he started fading. Everyone was in shock. It felt as if all was at a stand still.