I woke up the next morning and noticed my room was bright with sunlight. A little too bright… I sat up and looked at the clock. It was almost 12 in the afternoon! I threw off the covers, jumped out of bed, then froze halfway to my closet. I remembered the night before. I remembered Mr. and Mrs. Manson at the foot of my bed. Just standing there… Watching and smiling.
I gulped and slowly turned around, ready to scream if they were still there. When I realized they weren't, I practically smiled in relief. However I haven't smiled in God knows how long, so me actually smiling in relief would be a miracle. After shaking it off, I quickly put clothes on and smoothed my hair out my bedroom, rushing downstairs and out the door to leave for a late start on school.
When I finally got there I found that the day was half over, so I went to lunch. I walked in the doors and searched the crowded room for Tucker. Before I could find him, Jazz came out of nowhere.
"Danny what are you doing here?" She asked, and started pushing me back through the doors. Instinctively I pushed her off me.
"Coming to school what else would I be doing?" I said and gave her a weird look as I pushed past her to get lunch. Or breakfast for me.
"I told mom and dad to keep you at home. Where were they?" She stopped me again and was raising her voice. I looked around and saw the closest bunch of kids were staring at us. Damn you Jazz, way to attract attention.
"I don't know, they weren't there." I said and wondered why on earth she was freaking at all. So what if I came to school?
"I told them to stay at home! They never listen to me-" I could tell she was about to go on one of her famous psychological rants so I just cut her off before she could really start.
"Jazz shut up. I don't really care. Just let me go get some food." I tried to push past her again.
"Oh no you don't." She said and stood her ground. "I'm taking you home. You need bed rest, and lots of it."
"What? I feel fine, let me go!" Being siblings, we were both getting angry for almost no apparent reason, and half the lunch room could hear us. So, maybe we were only talking in a normal tone, but teenagers love watching siblings fight so many of them had fallen silent. That in addition with the huge amount of echo made us quite loud.
"Danny, you hallucinated last night, you've had nightmares every night since Friday, and I honestly haven't seen you eat much at all. You're pale, you're hairs a mess. You're falling apart, you're a mess!" She suddenly dropped her voice to barely a whisper, "You're even more messed up than after you became part ghost."
I sighed and didn't know what to say. I really hadn't realize it was that obvious. I took a glance at the half quiet lunch room and found Tucker and Sam. Tucker was watching like the others, but Sam was quietly staring at her salad. I let Jazz push my through the doors and drive me home.
"Go inside, eat something, and go back to bed. Text me if you have any problems… I'll see if I can go to the bathroom and call back or something. We'll talk when I get home." She said, leaning out the window, then left without giving me a chance to say anything. I sighed and went inside. I made myself a sandwich but after taking one bite found that my appetite was once again, gone. So finding that I was hardly tired, I went and watched TV until my parents came home. They were so wrapped up in their new materials for a new ghost invention, that they hardly noticed the TV on in the other room and went straight down to the lab.
A couple hours later, Jazz came home. She set her things down on the table and came to sit by me on the couch. I really wished Jazz would leave me alone. I wish she would stop practicing her psychology crap on me. My parents would experiment on my ghostly body, she experiments on my mind. I really don't know which is worse.
"Hey Danny." She said, trying to gain my trust or something. "Did you sleep at all?" I said nothing. Just pretended to be extremely interested in Dr. House's new shenanigans. "Okay… Do you want to talk about anything? Anything at all?" She tried again, but I was still silent. After all, there was surgery on a 9 year old girl with cancer going on! "Look Danny, you know you can trust me. I didn't tell anyone about your ghost powers right?" That's where I got mad.
"Look Jazz, you're not as perfect as you think you are! You can't just 'fix' everyone. Some people have real problems. Some people actually killed their best friend's parents!"
"Kids what's going on up there?" My mom yelled from downstairs.
"Nothing mom!" Jazz yelled back. I turned off the TV and headed to my room. But before I stood up all the way, she pushed me back down. "What on earth are you talking about?"
True to the conversation, I said nothing.
"Danny do you really think you killed them? Tell me what really happened." She said again. I had had enough. I took one look at her, got up, and left. This time she didn't stop me. Good for her, because if she had… Well maybe I'd just kill her. I've already killed once, who's to stop me from doing it again if the urge overwhelms me?
I walked up to me room and sat on my bed. I clicked on the computer and found the episode of House I was watching. After watching that, I glanced and saw it was almost time for dinner. Not wanting to see Jazz or my parents right now, I went ghost and flew. Nowhere really, just flew. But before I knew it, I was reaching the outskirts of town where the buildings got smaller and less frequent. There was a hilly area out here weirdly near a graveyard where Tucker, Sam, and I often came if we were bored. When I realized where I was, I started to fly slower and soon I found myself stopped and sitting at the top of the highest hills.
All to soon, even though I know it had been a few hours and that my parents were probably convinced some ghost stole me, the sun just started to set. That's when I noticed some movement further down the hill. At first glace, it looked like a lonely Sam. At second glance, it was still a lonely Sam. Invisibly, I flew down to see what she was doing. Maybe plotting ways to make me feel awful, I wouldn't blame her. I looked in the direction she was walking and saw the graveyard.
Oh God…
I had left my computer off all weekend so I completely missed the funeral. Okay so maybe it was a good thing I didn't go because Sam would probably scream at me for coming, but still. I should have gone! After mentally kicking myself, I caught up with Sam and found her at her parents grave. She replaced some half-dead roses with new ones. After standing there silently, she simply walked away. She kept her head down so her hair covered it up, but I did faintly see silent tears fall to the ground. I didn't follow her back home. I figured it was bad enough that I followed her here, abusing my abilities as I once did when she dated that Hungarian kid. I watched her leave, changed back to normal to avoid complications, and knelt down by her parents grave.
"I'm sorry." I whispered to their dead bodies. "I'm so, so, so sorry… I didn't mean to kill you, But it's all my fault. I'm a murderer." I felt something, or someone, behind me. I quickly stood and turned, clenched my fists, and got ready for a battle. But the sight made me stumble back in surprise. Once again, it was Mr. and Mrs. Manson. At their own grave.
That's when I screamed.
Why yes, I was watching House at the time :)
That took longer than I thought, but long story short, after we moved I got my brothers old computer except that for some reason we can't get internet to work on it. Sooo, I've been working on it but our familly being cheap and I'm not aloud to call in geek squad or something. So that's why I'm late and stuff. Okay, for more information on my extended absence, go to my profile.
I'm finishing Chapter 5. I want to go over it a little, but then it depends on when I can get back online to put it up! (this isnt my computer, I stole my moms for a little)
So reveiw and stuff. Thanks for hanging in there and waiting! :D Reveiw replys might be a bit late, but if I reply up to a week late, I'm sorry tehe but I have to reply for some reason.