A/N: Because I've rediscovered my love for Danny Phantom, I've been reading fanfic about it. And I came up with this. Out of nowhere really, this started as something else... But it became this. I'll probably polish this up later and add another chapter, maybe, but for now it's a one-shot. Does this count as a drabble?

He just wanted to die.

There were no pretty words to describe this. There was no sad dark poetry. There was just this sick, disgusting feeling.

He wanted death.

He vomited afterward, after his friends left. He didn't want them to see him like this.

Every feeling was tenfold. Every feeling was only pain. Nothing good was coming out of this and none will. This wasn't possible because how was it possible? To be stuck so in between, how could it be possible? He's certain that his parents never heard of it because it had to be impossible.

But it wasn't and he was proof.

He just wanted to die.

He wanted help. That's all. Help. But there's no way to get it. Nobody could help. So instead of getting help, he tried to help.

He kept it a secret. He had to. He gave his friends good, reasonable reasons that were fake to why they had to keep this a secret, some of which they came up with.

He was so ashamed of this. That he was stupid enough to cause this, that he became what his parents hunted. He was a monster. He was ashamed of this.

He was ashamed of himself.

Nobody would understand. That was impossible. Nobody would know either. He wouldn't tell them.

He was stuck at this half stage. Neither nor he was. Not ghost enough, not human enough. He was disgusting. Nobody would, could want him.

Death would be less cruel than this state of non-living.

Nobody would understand.

But then he met someone who did.

His breath left him and he fell to the ground the moment Vlad revealed himself. His body froze.

Somebody understood. Somebody knew.

He didn't listen to a word that Vlad said, he wasn't able to. His mind was just overwhelmed, his mind racing with the fact that somebody knew.

Somebody had went through the same thing he was going through. He wasn't alone.

Vlad look at him for a respond. Vlad gave a sigh and he knew that his blank look told Vlad that he wasn't listening.

"I want to die."

It was the first time that he ever said those words aloud. They went through his mind so often, but there was nobody to confess them to. If he said them, everyone would worry. No one would understand the pain, the hurt, the shame underlying the words.

Vlad face softened and he gave Danny a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes before saying the words that would threw his world out of order for the second time in his life.

"I know."

It didn't matter than Vlad was a total stranger. It didn't matter that he was his parent's best friend, that was nothing.

None of that could ever compare to being a halfa.

He threw himself at the older man – halfa – and gripped Vlad as tight as he possibly could. Vlad didn't say anything about discomfort and just hugged him back, soothing a hand through his hair, as he did something he haven't done in months.

He cried, sobbed into the older halfa's, the only other halfa's, shoulder, ruining his suit. He thought that he could feel the man shaking too, but he couldn't tell.

As his sobbing got a little less uncontrollable, he could finally hear the man's soft words as he whispered it over and over again.

"I know."

God, someone knew.

He wasn't alone.