Um, Hi. If you reached this far, either you are really bored, or I'm actually writing something worthwhile. Anyway, The reason for this note is, well, I'm out of ideas to put it bluntly. I would really appreciate it if you gave a few suggestions. I know the end I want. I just Have no idea how to reach it. You can also tell me what do you think happened. I wouldn't mind hearing your thoughts. So I guess that's all. I wonder if anyone reads this notes, I know I do, but does anyone else do?hmmmmm

Enjoy the chapter. It's way longer than I planned.

"Daniel!"

I woke up, setting up quickly in bed.

"Dear boy, are you alright?" asked a voice from somewhere. Looking frantically around me, my eyes landed on the older man standing near the end of my bed.

"Another nightmare?" He asked with a knowing smug look, I hate that look.

"Yeah." I answer not denying what he already knows.

His eyes softened "I just came to inform you that breakfast is ready. Jasmine and Danielle are already waiting for you to join us." That caring look made me smile, it reminds me of da-, no, he said he doesn't want me. I can't afford thinking like that.

He isn't my father, never was, Nor is mother.

How long had it been?...

Oh.

Right.

Three years.

It had been three years since it happened.

Since my parents disowned me.

My friends betrayed me.

Three years since I lost faith in humanity.

I made an oath to only trust one human and that would be my sister, Jazz. No one else deserves my trust.

'...Even if there was someone I wish I could trust again...'

"Okay. I will be down in a minute."

Satisfied with my respond, Vlad left the room.

I had been helped by Vlad, no... Dad... to escape that darn prison I was in.

Wow. That sounded so weird... but a good weird.

Fully dressed, I went into the dinning room. The food was spread on the table, a feast, way more than we would need, or have the capability of eating, really.

"Good morning, everyone." I said as enthusiastic as I could be this early in the morning, which wasn't much.

Dani wasn't faring any better if her half opened eyes were any indication. Jazz, always the morning person she is, was wide awake with a wide smile on her face, after seeing me. Her eyes betrayed her, though. I could see the worry she was trying to will away. Guess she heard my screams.

I hate nightmares, especially when I already lived them. It's like seeing someone dying, again and again and again, but can do nothing to stop it every time. You would think those would stop after all this time.

Vlad was sitting at the head of the table with Jazz on his right, Dani next to her. I sat on the other side of him.

"Good morning Daniel."

"Good morning little brother."

"Mornin', bro."

"So how are our guests doing?" Asked Vlad taking a sip from his coffee already done with breakfast.

"They are good, the usual insults and threats, nothing new, really."

Humming Vlad nodded "Very well. May you deliver breakfast to them after you are done, son?" My stomach fluttered when he said that. It was a nice feeling. It sounded more natural to hear it from him.

"A...Alright" I said. I cursed myself silently for stuttering, but stopped after seeing Jazz's smile. catching the smirk on Dani's face, I glared at her. Once she straightened herself I asked "How was your sleep, Dani?"

"Like the dead" She said with a smile, then she proceeded to eating her breakfast, now more awake.

"What about you, little brother? Slept well?" asked Jazz. I almost chocked on my cereal, Froot loops of course.

"Wha..." I asked after swallowing. "Oh, Uh, yeah, I had a good sleep." I said trying to sound as sincere as possible, if only for Dani's sake.

"If you say so, baby brother." She said, but I knew she will to corner me later for more information.

The rest of our meal was spend in silence, a warm comforting, silence.

Once we are done, dad bids us farewell, saying he would be back by dinner. Dani goes to her room to do her homework. Merely because she is home-schooled doesn't mean she can slack.

And just when I thought I could escape her, Jazz cornered me like she always do.

"Can you tell me now?" she asked softly. I cold hear the depression and worry in her voice.

"I just had another nightmare, nothing new." I said solemnly, face expressionless. But, like usual, she saw right through me.

"Danny…" She looks at me with those eyes, eyes that held nothing but care and love. God, I loved my sister, if it weren't for her I wouldn't be here. She saved my life. She got the locations of where I was by Vlad's help-

That can't be right. Even Vlad didn't know where I was or how to reach me. Then how did they-

"Jazz, how did you find my location?" I asked

"I…" Jazz was surprised by the sudden question. She didn't know if she should tell him the truth. But a look in his eyes reminded her of how many times he was already betrayed and stabbed in the back, by the people he called friends and family. He couldn't afford another betrayal, another secret, another lie. No, he deserved to know. It's the least she could do to him. "Well, I… um… you see, we got some,uh, 'help'." She said after a lot of stumbling and awkwardness.

"What kind of help? And by who?" I asked her. I wanted, no, I needed to know.

'Please be him. Please be him, please.' I reaped ed the mantra in my head, hoping against all odd that she would say his name.

When she didn't respond I looked at her begging "Please, Jazz. I need to know."

But it seems she wasn't going to tell me. So I turn around to le-

"Tucker."

"What?"

"Tucker. He's the one who helped us. He gave me, well, dropped his PDA. I found it in my bag, after I confronted him and Sam, before I went to Da- Vlad." She finished her sentence with a blush. I would have smirked, if I wasn't busy starring at her like she was crazy.

"You mean Tucker, helped you." "I wouldn't say helped per sa-" "So he doesn't hate me!" "Wait Danny, you don't know-" "He doesn't think I'm a monster!Do you know what that means?! We could be friends again! Like nothing happened! I need to go see him!"

"Danny, wait!" But I didn't listen I was already out of the room with a plan in mind.

Even with how enthusiastic I was, after what Jazz told me, I started to feel nervous as I went down the stairs. The tray with food on it was in my hands. Doubt started to cloud my mind. What if what Jazz said was true? What if it really was an accident? What if he thinks I'm truly a monster? I started to get nervous. I wanted to go back upstairs and pretend Jazz didn't tell me anything. But I knew that curiosity would get the better of me, eventually, so I kept going. Finally reaching the door of their cell, I took a deep breath. Just before I moved towards the door, I heard their voices. So I listened…

"There must be a way out of here." Maddie said quietly.

"First we have to get out of these chains." said Sam.

"Jack, did you try to break them?"

"Sorry, Mads. These things are tough."

"It's alright, dear. Oh, when I get my hands on that ghost kid, it's going to regret what it did."

"We shouldn't have given it to those imbeciles." growled Sam.

"Would you just shut up!" I was as surprised with the outburst, but almost felt relieved when I recognized Tucker's voice. Almost.

"What had got into you, boy?" asked Jack.

"What had got into me?!What had got into you?! Danny's your son. No parents should talk about their kids like that. So what if he has ghost powers? So what if he was half ghost? He . Is . Your . Son !"

I was almost glowing with happiness by now. He defended me. He really defended me. He doesn't hate me. But what if they heard me? What if they knew I was outside? Maybe they were pretending to catch me off guards. No, I can't trust him this easily. As much as I hated to admit it, I couldn't afford another heartbreak. I will practically shatter if someone betrayed me again. Everything was already ripped from my hand. I couldn't take that another time.

I went to the door, opening it, stopping all conversation in the room. "Figured you would be hungry." I said as I came in.

"Like we would ever eat anything from you, scum." said Jack angrily.

Pretending to not hear a word was a very hard task, with Tucker looking at me with those sad eyes. God, I just wanted to smile at him and tell him everything is going to be alright. But I knew I couldn't. I need to make sure he wasn't lying, that I could have faith in him again.

"I guess you don't want this food then?" I asked my voice void of any emotions. Wow, I guess my acting skills did come in handy.

I was met by the growl from Tucker's stomach.

"At least someone want it." I said. I really wanted to laugh at that, but I held back.

"Say Tuck, you hungry?" I asked already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it from him.

Sam glared at him, daring him to respond.

"Actually, yes. Yes I am." To say I was surprised by his respond would be an underestimate.

"alright, then." I said as nonchalantly as I could. Putting the tray on the floor I went near him. He got a little uncomfortable by my proximity. At least he isn't disgusted, which was a good sign. leaning on the wall next to him, I lost myself in the moment. For a second I was back at the school yard. I was leaning on the tree that gave shade to our table at lunch. I let my mind wander. So what if he didn't mind an abomination near him. So what if he defended me. He betrayed me. He used my trust in him and stabbed me in the back, just like they all did. HE didn't deserve MY trust. He was untrustworthy. A worthless worm I can crush if I so desired, but…

Everyone needs a second chance, why not him?

The sound of chains hitting the ground echoed throw the cell.

'Please don't let me regret it.'

And that's would be it for now. Tell me what do you think.