~Danny Pov~

I ducked into an alleyway nearby my apartment building and changed back after checking my surroundings. I made my way out of the alley and onto the street and started walking. 

I sighed as I pulled my red and black hoodie out of my over the shoulder bag, and put it on.

After doing so, I propped my hood up so it settled on my head. 

My apartment is a few blocks away from where I landed. 

I purposely bumped into some people I saw mugging others threw out the week, and grabbed anything that was hanging loosely in their pockets. 

 Once I got to where I wanted to go, which was an old, gray, one story building that needed, at least, a new paint coat. The paint was chipping away and the out side had a few missing boards. 

'At least I am able to have a place to stay...' I sighed as I entered the rundown building. 

I tried to find a better place to live, but as expected of a big city, this was the best I could do on short notice.

I made my way to my room. 

Yes.

 Room.

It has a small bed, that I couldn't fit if I wasn't so small, in the back right corner of the room with a small nightstand beside it. That is where I sleep and eat, if I have any food, that is. 

The opposite side of the room had a sink and toilet. 

No shower. 

If I want to clean myself, I have a sponge and bucket for that. There was also a counter and mini fridge. 

The room itself is pretty small. Just barely big enough for the stuff it had. It is, roughly, 10 by 15 square feet.

Ignore the items in the room. This is just to roughly show you the size of the room.

There is also a small window by the bed. The walls were painted a disgusting shade of tan with dirt and other particles sprayed onto it. 

If I look at it long enough, I'd more than likely throw up. 

I did that the first week I was here.

It smells so bad, I think I'd rather smell the boys locker room instead. What makes it worse is that I can't ever even find the source of the smell!

I went over to a small pile by my bed. It had a lot of wallets, purses, phones, and other items I managed to snatch from people that I couldn't sell , or have yet to sell.

I had a big and bulky computer that was left here by the previous person that had been here. It sat on top of my nightstand.

 I was using one of my neighbors WiFi since they didn't have a password on it, although it's really slow.

I used it for entertainment purposes and to sell stuff I 'collected'. 

I figured out how to delete everything off the phones without having to put any passwords in thanks to the internet. 

I sell phones, new looking wallets, purses, knifes that I had collected, and many other things.

You'd think this would help with my money problem with all the stuff I have collected and sold, but, truth is, it doesn't. It all goes to my rent. Secondhand stuff like this doesn't sell for much, if you didn't know. It also doesn't help that the GIW got me hooked up on drugs, so unless I get some, most of the time by knocking drug dealers out and taking their stuff, I become snappy and my powers sometimes go out of control. 

 I can barely feed myself most of the time. Usually only a few small snacks. This is not good for my ghost half because it uses a lot of energy. It also doesn't help with my super healing. 

Sometimes, I think about returning to my friends, or going to see my brother, then I think about what could happen. 

I found out that Maddie and Jack 'disappeared' along with me. 

Truth is, they are with the Guys In White. 

Jazz had gone to Vlad, who is currently looking for me, and seemingly turned over a new leaf.

Tucker and Sam are together, or so says the amount of pictures they've taken together.

If I go to Dick, then I'd probably only cause problems for him and his family, along with put them in more unnecessary danger then they usually get in on the news with villains. 

If I go back, they would be in danger. 

I refuse to put them in danger. 

No one knows where I am. 

Not a single ghost. 

Not even Clockwork. 

I made sure of that. 

I do not want any of them to know where I am at. 

I don't want them to get caught and hurt because of me. 

I don't want that. 

I refuse to let that happen.

Its probably better that they think I am dead or something.

Its for the best...

Hey Guys! I know it's short, but there is more to come! Thanks for reading and let me know some of your ideas in the comments! I hope you enjoy my story. Have a great week! Until next time, bye!

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