Sooo.. here's the second chapter! more to follow shortly! hope you all like this.. any suggestions on what damon should see for his christmas present ghost? The best idea will be used.. but hurrt i will be starting very soon! Comment, follow
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Damon sighed, he might just aswell go along with it, after all;if it was just a dream, it was the most exiting one he'd ever had. The ghost held his hand out as mist began to form around them, damon rolled his eyes," whatever this is..lets get it over with" he moaned and took the ghosts cold, lifless hand. All it took was for damon to blink, and then suddenly they were in a huge, swirling, bright place. Damon rubbed his eyes and looked around, there were doors every where. He finally spoke,"are we gonna go through a door?" Damon whispered.
The ghost chuckled," all of these doors lead to different senarios of your life, we're going into your christmas past, which is.. this door" He pointed to a bright door at their side. He turned the bright handle and they walked in, the light that hit damon's face was blinding, he had to look away as they walked in. When damon finally opened his eyes, he gasped.
He looked around, it was snowing lightly, two snowmen stood still outside a large house.. his old house from when he was a child. He remembered christmas when he was a child, how he'd be so exited about santa, how putting the star on the tree was his faveroite part of decorating...christmas was so magical back then. He sighed as the ghost lead him to the outside of the house. They stopped by the brick wall, the ghost spoke," here, you can't be seen, heard, or felt.." he began, damon leaned casually against the wall, only to fall through it. The ghost laughed and stepped through," oh and you can walk through walls" Thanks for telling me" damon grumbled.
Damon looked round the bright, candle lit room, the smell of his mother's christmas turkey drifted through the air, he loved that smell. Damon heard footsteps coming down the stairs, before long, two small boys ran into the room, they looked about 7 or 8 years old..it was him and stephan as children. The black haired child spoke excitedly to his brother as they played with their toys,"Look brother, out the window..snow!" the brown haired boy dropped his crayons and gasped as they both ran to the window, trying to count the snowflakes,"i wonder how many snowflakes there is.." the brown haired boy mused.
Damon rememberd this day, how much he loved his brother back then, they were true best friends. Suddenly, geuseppi, his father walked in with a the christmas mean, their mother followed. "Yay!" the boys exclained as they made their way tot he table. They all said grace and ate, damon would give anything to eat food again, his mother's cooking was always the best. After the family had finished, the mother offered to read the boys a story before bed, they all sat down by the fireplace as the story began.
Damon looked at the ghost and sighed, the ghost looked at him," it was so peacefull that night wasn't it damon?" Damon simply nodded as he watched the black and brown haired boy fall asleep together next to the fireplace. Damon finally spoke," can we go?" Damon became nervous. The ghost looked at him, his eyebrow arched," damon, you have to come to grips with what happened that night..face your fears as they might say" Damon tried to keep the tears back as he watched his mother carry her sons to bed.
As she walked, with both of them in her arms, she knocked into geuseppi's new glass cabinate, it fell to the ground with a thud; glass msashing all around them. The boys stirred slightly, damon opened his eyes to see what had happened, but stephan remained asleep. The mother shot a frantic look at geuseppi, who's face was turning a bright red colour with rage. The mother spoke," Darling..i..i" she stuttered. Geuseppi bellowed into her face," get the boys to bed now!" The mother carried ran up the stairs, damon snuggling into her chest shaking. She put them to bed and kissed them both slowly," i love you boys" she whispered, a small tear falling from her face. The small black haired boy pretended to sleep.
Damon grasped onto the ghost's arm," we need to go, NOW" he shouted, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. The ghost looked at him," you need to see this again damon;understand why you are like you are" Damon turned, and took a deep breath, watching his mother shaking as she slowly made her way down the stairs. His mother stood a slight distance fom geuseppi, shaking, afraid to speak, geuseppi turned to her, furious, he screamed hin her face,"Why did you do that you stupid woman?!" His voice echoed throughout the house, the small black haired boy, crawled out from his bed to the banister, to see his mother and father.
Geuseppi glared at the mother, she finally spoke, blubbering," please darling, the children.." Geuseppi's face turned a bright purple colour,"it's always the children isn't it?!" She looked at geuseppi, placing her shaky hand on his arm, he pushed it off, hard, she spoke again," no, no please don't.. darling.." Geuseppi turned to her," DON'T CALL ME DARLING!" he hit his hand across her face, throwing her to the floor. The black haired boy covered his mouth to stop his crys. He couldn't see anymore, he ran back to bed any buiried his body under the blanket, quietly sobbing.
Aa small tear fell from damon's eyes, he remembered all of this, the fear, the pain, he was terrified of his father from that day on. He turned to face the ghost," please, can we go now?" He pleaded, not wanting to see anymore. The ghost nodded simply as the mist appeared again; he closed his eyes. He felt a whoosh of wind and he was back in his room again. He sat on his bed, looking to the ground, the ghost sat beside him," another gost will be here for you soon damon, try and get some sleep" Damon didn't reply, tears fell from his face, he turned around, but the ghost was gone. He sighed and shook his head; lying back onto the bed, wiping tears from his eyes.