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Opening of the Melody
I am the only one left. Everyone else has faded. I'm standing all alone on the edge of a hole where there's nothing left but black, ruined, charred remains.
I am what's left. Actually, I might have been the only one there was in the first place. I don't know. I'm not sure I know much at all anymore. It's all empty. Blank, empty, dark, and cold. And it hurts. It really hurts.
I am the only survivor. Ripped apart inside. Falling to pieces. Black. That's the only thing that makes sense now. An endless abyss of black. Pain. Torture. Tearing me to pieces. I try to sew myself together again but I'm too broken.
Little shards all over the ground. Bloody shards. I can see myself in them. What I could have been. Or done. What I could have stopped. If only I'd listened a little harder. If only I'd tried a little harder.
What good are the powers I have if I can't use them to save the people I care about the most? What good am I? Do I deserve these powers now? Now that I've finally failed, do I really deserve to call myself a hero?
My nightmares echo with the screams I never heard. I don't sleep anymore. I don't know if I could even if I wanted to. I sit in the darkness. Alone. Hollow. I don't want to feel these things anymore. But I'm afraid. Afraid to try and make them go away.
I am so lost. Torn into little pieces but still whole. It makes me want to run. But I have no where to run to. Their voices will chase me through eternity. I know they will. That's how it always is.
I continue to stare down into the hole upon whose brink I stand. I don't want to try and comprehend what happened. All I can do is ask myself…
Who's Danny Fenton? Who's Danny Phantom? Who's the hero? Why does it matter? Shouldn't I have been able to save everyone? Isn't that what a hero's supposed to do?
And that empty hole in my chest burns and gets bigger and bigger. I know it does. But there's nothing that can stop it now. Except one thing. But I'm not willing to do that. So I keep saying to myself, over and over again…
Why am I still here?