Dark Minutes

Prologue

"Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light."

~Helen Keller~

Black wrapped around their beings, and the sounds of screaming could be heard from all around. They had no idea where they were going; all they knew is that they were heading somewhere. Screams still filled the halls of the tortured. They were still looking for someone or anyone really. However, the blackness that surrounded kept them from getting anywhere. They were simply going in dark circles forever to listen to those sounds.

I woke up feeling slightly light headed. It felt like it had been forever since I told my friends part of what had happened. They accepted it and helped me, but that was only the day before. I didn't go back to school the next day. I couldn't handle seeing the eyes of my classmates reminding me of what I was and what I had done.

I hadn't stayed in the nurse's office for long; I had taken off to the park where another flashback occurred. Only this time I didn't destroy any nearby trees. I had stayed there for over an hour trying to think of what the next step was. I told part of my story in those long horrible months, but I still don't know where to really begin. The beginning? I don't even know if that's where I should or not. It's not where everything lies, it's just what started. Where does the beginning even start? With the portal or when I woke up in Walker's custody? Or is it with my first fight? It was the worst part of it, my first, but everything else. It's nothing but pain.

My room was dark, and exactly the same as when I had disappeared five months ago. I refused to talk to anyone else after my confession, but I needed to. I needed to badly. I'll admit, after everything; I'm still scared. They…they have no idea what I had done. My confession only scratches the surface of what had happened. My friends stayed with me until I vanished into the park. When I came home, my parents were there, and I immediately fled to my room. This is where I have been since. They have all tried to get me to come out, but I don't want to.

It's kind of empowering to know that I'm not being forced out. I know I'm not going into another fight. I'm finally home. But I've changed so much already. I couldn't stand to be around people. I fought humans; how many people here lost a loved one by my blade or even how many lost loved ones in the Pits?

My sister tried to open my door, but I had slammed it shut without saying a word. She sounded surprised by my show of strength. Probably because of how thin and malnourished I am and look. I haven't taken my medicine yet for tonight. I don't too, and no one is making me. They say it's to help me get back to normal. Normal.

Can I ever truly be normal again? I've destroyed and killed. Murderer. I thought that maybe I could tell them…may be I can't. I'm still in disbelief that I'm home. No matter how long I've been home. What about Phantom now? How have people not figured that part out? I disappeared the same time he did, and they haven't really said anything. My looks should be a dead giveaway since it's a mix of my halves.

I know what caused it, but I still need to find the cure for it if there is one. I hope it can be cured, and maybe I don't have to deal with trying to make sure people don't put the two together.

I just realized that I haven't eaten anything at all today. I don't think my mom is going to be happy about that. Or the doctor. They think that I'm just going to go back to eating everything in the house, which I did once. It was something I had laughed at when I first started realizing I was skipping days and meals in between. I thought one time I was back in my cell, and talking with the lights when I seen something strange. It was dark.

Did some of the lights not develop back into ghosts like I had thought?

"Danny?" I heard called though the door. It was my mom, of course. "Danny, honey, Lancer called. He said…he said he wanted to give us your exam. Are…are you okay?" I heard the door knob twist. I knew it wouldn't open easily. I have frozen the lock shut. I don't want to see their fear or hate. It's really weird here though. I could feel human's emotions back in the Pits, and here, I can't. It's like there's a shield and I can't quite read them the same way I did back in the Pits. It's strange, but at least I can make designs on my ceiling when I stare at it.

Danny: you are going to burn yourself out...

Me: Dude, I haven't slept right in almost forty eight hours.

Danny: Because you had to start this project...

Me: God, I am!

Danny: Okay well, you need to chill out for a bit.

Me: But...story...

Danny: You...I don't even know what to do with you...

Me: I don't own Danny Phantom, and Pits is by Cordria...one of my favorite authors...FYI

Danny: I'm going to go drug her so she'll sleep...

Me: There is a unicorn behind me...

Danny: ... -.-"