Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. (Sorry for the pain)

Trigger Warning: Self-Harm, Self-Hate. This isn't for the easily queasy.

~~DP~~

Danny was in the middle of his English class when he realised something.

He didn't like his smile.

He didn't like the way he only had one faint dimple, or the fact that his bottom teeth didn't show - and when they did they looked horrible.

He didn't like the way his front two teeth looked too large one day and alright the next. How they ruined his image sometimes, but sometimes they just fit perfectly.

Scrap disliking his smile, he hated it.

Sam and Tucker gave him a glance, and that was when he noticed that Mr Lancer had been calling his name. For how long, he didn't know.

"Yes, sir?" he asked. "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening."

Lancer looked surprised.

"Thank you for your honesty, Mr Fenton," he said, "but I would advise you listen in the future. In the meantime, I was just asking if you could close the window."

Danny silently got up and closed it. Sam and Tucker shared a look with each other. but didn't say anything to Danny.

He was fine with it.

He spent the rest of the lesson trying his best to focus.

Ignoring the vague itch on his arm that he was desperate to scratch.

~~DP~~

It was in Danny's art class that he made another realisation.

He didn't like his hair.

Luckily, in that class, he could do something about it.

He eyed the scissors hungrily on the table. He didn't really need scissors for the project they were doing, but everyone was talking so loudly anyway that they wouldn't be able to hear the snip.

Sam and Tucker, once again, brought him out of his thoughts.

"-nny? Danny? Dude, can you hear us?"

"Must be something ghost related, or he would've replied by now. Just wait it out."

Danny didn't like how they assumed everything wrong with him was because of ghosts. At the same time, he appreciated it.

"Sorry, guys," he said, putting his mask on easily, slightly scratching his arms. They didn't notice. "Yeah, I was seeing if there were any in the area. There aren't, luckily."

He almost wished there were. He wished Spectra was there, just so he could blame someone for how he was feeling.

So that he would know how to fix it.

He laid his head back on the table, once again staring at the scissors. He waited until Sam and Tucker left to go and tell the teacher they were finished, and that was when he struck.

He quickly picked up the scissors, snipping his hair off as quickly as he could before they came back. He sighed, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders.

Everyone in the class stared at him in shock. He just gave them a bright smile (even though he felt they were judging him by the smile why did he do that it was so stupid). He felt better. For once.

He liked his hair better this way.

(The itching had finally gone.)

~~DP~~

He was lounging around with Sam and Tucker (how come they always seemed to be around him?) when he came to another realisation.

He hated how much body fat he had.

He scowled heavily, wanting - needing - to scratch his arms fiercely. His arms involuntarily moved and he gave a small gasp.

He needed to get rid of the itchiness.

(The itchiness that had gone but now it was back and oh god hedidn'tknow but he neededtostop but he didn'tknowhow.)

That was the first thing that Sam and Tucker had noticed was wrong with him that day.

"Hey, Danny, what's wrong?" Sam asked, looking at him with a concerned expression.

Danny inwardly cursed.

"Oh, it's nothing, just an injury I got from Skulker a few days ago. I haven't been Phantom as much, so it hasn't healed quickly," he lied, feeling slightly guilty when he saw that they believed him.

Because they'd never think he'd lied to them. He had nothing to lie about. Right?

Danny stood up abruptly.

"Dude, where are you going?" Tucker asked, also jumping up, regretting it as his PDA fell of his lap. Swearing, he quickly picked it up and checked it over.

"I just think I need to do more exercise," Danny said, walking out of his room slowly.

- please help me I'm not okay I need help help me pleasepleaseplease -

"Okay, cool." They both shrugged and let him be on his way.

The faint itching that had disappeared when he cut his hair was back.

He fought the urge to itch.

~~DP~~

It was in Lancer's class that Danny realised he needed to go.

- he needed to go and never come back and oh god he needs help please someone see pleasepleaseplease help me -

He asked to be excused to the bathroom, which Lancer agreed with, as long as he didn't take too long. If he did, it would be a one-way ticket to detention.

It was fine. It wouldn't take too long anyway.

~~DP~~

He had thought he was alone when he went in. He put his forehead against the mirrors (why was he so hot?) and fought the urge to do it.

- just go nobodyneedsyou no one cares hewasallalone -

He pulled out the penknife he always - stupidly - carried around with him. He sliced his arm and instantly felt relief.

- the itchiness was fine now but this is all wrongwrongwrong -

He did it again and again and again until he felt weak from all the blood that had drained from his body.

It was then he noticed the still body of Dash Baxter by the door.

"H-hey, Dash," Danny stuttered, trying to hide the redness on his arms.

- his whole arm was red he needed to washitoffnow it needed to go he needed to getridofit -

Before letting Dash have a chance to answer, Danny turned to the sink in front of him and scrubbed his arms hurriedly.

It's not like Dash cared, anyway.

He turned around a few seconds later and saw that the boy was gone.

Perhaps he had just left him. Like everyone did.

It was fine.

The itchiness was gone.

~~DP~~

So that's that. Um... review? I don't know if I'll make this a story or add another part to this or something. Maybe.

Byeee~ (oh yeah happy Easter whoops I'm posting an angsty fic on Easter oh well~)