Danny Phantom Porno Story: Awake Chapter 1

A DxS story! What more do you want? Okay, let me warn those who are very sensitive to the topic: someone might die here. There is a possibly tragedy but probably not. There still is a chance–so you can read and I’ll warn you that there will be a tragedy or you can read all along. I’m not responsible for any disappointment. Oh, and hi! Also, no flames, please. I don’t like them. Don’t care for them. Don’t want to see them.

Awake
Rated: T – angst/darkness
Summary: When they preform a spine surgery on a coma patient by the name of Sam Manson, they realize that she’s awake, and she keeps saying things about Danny Fenton who she believes is a half-ghost. And her doctors think she’s a schizophrenic. DxS!
Genre: Romance/Angst

Mommy…I saw him again today!

You stay still.

Because really you can’t move if you tried. You feel yourself breathe but you’re sure that you’re just dreaming these loud breaths. For one, you know you’re a girl but these breaths are a male’s. A boy’s. One you know, you’re convinced but you’re also convinced that you don’t know anything about him. There’s that story about the boy you keep replaying in your mind. The boy that’s your dream, and you know everything about him. You know that he’s half ghost and that his blue eyes turn green at the glimpse of a moment, that his black hair turns white and that it happens so freaking fast that you feel that you’re the one with white hair and green eyes.

You’re hypnotized by this boy.

And you’re sure that he’s real.

Because nothing so perfect can’t be real.

And you moan and groan and say those words and all you want to do is hear him speak again. You remember his works but not his voice. You can’t remember his voice at all, but you remember that you think it’s the silkest, softest voice ever. So until now, you just stay still, laying, thinking and seeing that boy all the time. You see his face, his body, his heart, his everything, and you’re convinced he’s seen you too.

But all you can hear him do is breathe.

And that breath purges through your body, you think you can’t breathe at the moment and he’s only filling you with life you don’t have. So you close your eyes and wonder why he doesn’t speak to you anymore before you think that you’re asleep. And when you wake up, you know that this boy is your best friend, and is as clueless as ever. But you can still hear the breaths.

As if the clock’s tricking, he’s breathing.

In you.

In your mind.

In your lungs.

In your heart.

And you wonder why you can hear every breath, why youc can treasure every second, and why you fall in love with him. You wonder why you’re so addicted to him but no answer comes out but you still ask yourself as he intoxicates you with the sound of his breaths, the color of his ultramarine blue eyes, and the feeling of his breath puring through your mind, your body and your soul to keep you alive.

He likes my hair…he says it’s soft and I like his hair too…

Because his hair reminds you of black.

He’s the reason you feel like you’re drowning into an endless black sea of his breaths, a suffocating on the inside and the outside. All you want to do is pull him close and kiss him, to feel and taste and smell tasteless scentless breaths of his mouth. But whenever he breaths, you can smell a puff of thick honey enter your mouth and whenever you look at his eyes, you feel like you’re trapped into them.

But you don’t realize how you could’ve stared for hours into those eyes.

And you don’t realize how much you want your fingers to run through the thick strands of his hair.

And you don’t realize how your heart breaks whenever you look at his face until you feel a sharp pain inside of your back because of it.

Mommy…he and I drew these pictures! See! It’s me and him…Tucker says we look so cute together!

And suddenly those memories disappear.

All you can see is black. You’re convinced you’re still drowning into his hair, and that you can’t get yourself out of it.

Then you hear a voice you treasure forever because you haven’t remember voices for so long. “She’s been in a coma for two years…don’t worry. She won’t feel this surgery.” And that voice isn’t thick like honey. It’s thin like milk but you still grip onto it because it’s so loud and so close to your ear. And–

Oh God, your spine hurts so much that you want to scream but you think you can’t.

You know you can’t.

You think you’re screaming but no sound comes out. Your insides are screaming through, screaming with pain and you want to cry. You want to sob and tell them that you really can feel it. But no voices. No voices at all, even if you can feel that your lips parted, no voice comes out. That’s odd. That’s so very odd. You think that you’re in a dream but you can feel that you’re not.

You can feel the pain.

Jerking you on the inside, hurting you, pulling everything out of its place and it hurts. So much.

You take a deep breath and you remind yourself that he’s given you the ability to breathe. “Danny…” you say his name in pure softness, and you can hear yourself. You might’ve smiled but they start jerking on your spine and all you can do is scream, as hard as possibly. Gasps as they pull away, and realize that you’re awake. You’ve always been awake, haven’t you? “Danny!” you scream and try to stand up but you realize that you’re lying.

You try to move or shift or breathe properly but it all hurts.

It all hurts so much.

So you slowly try to open your eyes but you can’t. You lay your head on your pillow and start to see the black appearing again.

“She’s awake. During a surgery. When she was just in a coma. She’s not normal.”

It’s the last thing you hear as you fall asleep again and pretend that his warm hands are gripping onto your body and whispering words of comfort towards you. You realize that you can hear his voice again, thick with honey, his own irresistible poison and you do anything for that voice. You’d do anything to hold onto him but you don’t feel warm at all. You feel icy. You’ve always felt icy.

Except for those doctor’s hands that you’ve imagined.

Or think you’ve imagined.

Mommy…I don’t want to go to the doctors and get an injection thingy. I’m healthy! See? Even Danny says so! He says that I’m the healthiest person he knows because I eat so many veggies! Mommy!

You can hear the voices again.

“How can she be awake? She’s back in a coma.”

“In the surgery, she was awake. Really.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“No, sir, in the surgery, she was awake! She kept mumbling something about a boy named Danny.”

“Then find whoever this guy is! He can possibly lead her into talking again! If she talked during the surgery then we’d make millions figuring out why!”

“Millions? What are we waiting for? Let’s find him!”

‘No‘. You want to say. You want to scream it out, with this vehement passionate hate, ‘No!’ But your head’s so mixed up right now. You’re in a coma and you don’t even feel like it. Does that mean that Danny’s not real? You keep wandering. They do say that people with coma can sleep for years and never wake up. But you are awake, you just can’t open your eyes and you can’t say anything. ‘I’m awake. I’m awake’.

But no one believes you.

Because no one can hear you but the walls of your brain that leaves an echo that swallows you up. You want to move and shift and just warn them that you don’t want to do this but you’re so paralayzed and frozen you can’t. You try to move your lips but that’s just as frozen. You feel like an ice cube. You feel like you’ve been frozen forever. You feel like you’re living in the South poles and those are talking polar bears.

All of them have warm voices but shoot out those icy comments.

You stay there.

Danny can be a complete imagination, just a person in your head but he looks and sounds and feels so real. You can never imagine it. You don’t want to think about it and you don’t care what they’re doing to you anymore. Because right now, you’re just their ice cube-ed experiment. You can’t move and no one can make you move. Even if they drive those syringes through your flesh, you feel this prick of the smallest of bat bites before you feel completely and inevitably numb all over again.

Mommy…I’ve been thinking about a boy. I don’t know if he’s just an imaginary friend or if he’s real. Do you wanna meet him?

At night, you can feel the brush of the cool air hitting against your flesh.

And words of those doctors running against you, as one of them press a hand on your flesh. “She’s as cold as she’s supposed to be, do you think this will work? I mean freezing a person and then refreezing them won’t bring them back to life.” One says and you don’t care about bringing the world together because your world has crushed into nothing but pieces. Like a foot stepping on a half-smoked cigarette, you feel like there’s nothing to inhale about anymore.

Like there’s nothing to live for anymore.

“I told you to find that Danny guy. You have Samantha’s files. Ask her parents.” The other says in his anger acidic voice. “But this freezing and refreezing idea isn’t so bad.” His voice turns silky calm when he says it.

Danny…

Your mind repeats and repeats as the cool air turns ice cold against your flesh at the sound of his name.

He says it so angry. So acidic. And you almost feel the word as an acid burning inside of you. And it doesn’t leave anything inside of you but burns and cuts that he can only heal. You need to hear his voice. More than anything else right now.

Listen to the sound of the rain, Mommy.

It sounds like my friend because he smells like rain.

I hope when he looks at the pretty rain falling, he’ll remember me.

Because I told him I like rain.

It’s so cold, Mommy.

I want my jacket..

I hope it smells like rain too.

I wear my jacket. It’s so nice on me! It is gray and blue.

But the smell is going away…

Are you going away, too?

Nice? Good? Should I continue? Should I leave it to your imagination?

;) Gab