I know I haven't done many requests like I said I would, but some of these songs I just don't feel a connection with. But the more requests I get the more likely I will be to do them. Imagine Dragons is one of my favorite bands and I hadn't heard this song before "Guest" requested it, I hope I did it justice because I really like the song now!
Today was the day, I decided, taking a deep breath before making that final push through the portal. Still invisible, I floated through the house I should have missed, but it was nearly the last thing on my mind. August 21st, three months exactly since the last time I saw Amity Park.
I could easily float to my room, say I decided to come home, and leave it at that. But no. I have to see her. It's only right. It may be the first and last thing I want to do right now, but it has to be done.
Floating through the roof, flying above the city, none of it caused the anxiety like seeing her bedroom window still lit. I had to stop and take a few breaths before phasing in and landing by her bed.
She didn't even blink, didn't move her eyes from the book she was reading. Her lips slightly turned upward before she spoke. "Hey there stranger."
I couldn't seem to look anywhere but her legs. Her beautiful, pale legs that seemed almost too thin. Her fingers appeared in front of my face, snapping in the way she always did when I was too wrapped in my own thoughts to respond.
"Sam," my voice broke over name. Her face became serious, and she folded her arms.
"None of that." She snapped. Her face fell a little as she patted the space on her bed next to her.
Without a word, I followed her instruction. Changing back into human form and slipping off my shoes, I crawled in next to her. She rolled her eyes and pulled me closer to her.
I tried to put my arms around her, but it didn't seem right anywhere. Nothing felt right after I abandoned her for three months. "I'm sorry." I whispered before getting back up.
—-He's a Phantom—-
Where is she? Where is she?
I looked everywhere for her. But Lydia was sneaky, she had to be to break Freakshow out again. They could be anywhere, and they have Sam.
My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would break my ribs. I had checked all of Amity Park, not a single sighting of any three of them.
"Hello, Ghost." I heard above my head as I left the city limits and entered the woods. My blood, despite the ice core, boiled. I looked up and saw him with that sinister smile, standing on some platform created by Lydia's tattoos, and Lydia holding Sam by her neck.
"Let her go, it's me you want." I growled, feeling more fear than anger, but I definitely couldn't show it.
"You're right, it is you that I want." He said casually, looking at his gloved fingertips as if there were any reason for it other than frustrating me more. "But I think we both know that if I want to get to you, I have to use her."
Sam laughed, and I almost rolled my eyes at her. "Seriously? Not just the kids at school, hell even the teachers, but you too?" She stopped laughing as he turned around with a bitter look. "New flash, FreakFace, we're not together."
"Then explain to me why you broke the crystal ball's hold on him, hm?" I could already feel the blood, or ectoplasm, drain from my face. This was not the way I wanted this to happen.
I could already guess what she would say, and took the opportunity to lunge for Freakshow. I start driving him toward the ground, my anger getting the best of me, and heard a low squeal from Lydia. Seconds later, she had me trapped, and turned to watch the most horrifying sight ever.
Sam, falling. And I wouldn't be fast enough. I tried though, and as predicted, she was faster. I didn't care about Freakshow or Lydia. All that mattered was Sam. Her breathing was short and hollow, her body twisted in a strange angle.
I picked her up and flew as fast as possible to the hospital. She had to be okay, she was still breathing, she would be okay.
"Danny," she whispered.
"Sam, I'm so sorry," I pleaded with her. "Please keep breathing, we're almost there."
"Danny," she said a little louder this time. "I can't feel my legs."
—-He's a Phantom—-
"It wasn't your fault." She said, trying to reach for me.
"Yes it is," I kneeled next to her and gripped her delicate hand. Had she always seemed this...this breakable? "I should've been faster. I shouldn't have let them take you in the first place. I shou-"
"The only thing I blame you for is leaving." She whispered. There was a tear on her cheek, which was so unlike her. "I heard you. You told me you loved me." She looked up and saw what I was sure was a deep blush. "And then I opened my eyes and you were gone. Three months you've been gone."
"I went looking for them." I explained. "To get revenge-"
"I'm not dead!" She exploded. "I'm still here! Jazz and Tuck can't handle the ghosts on their own! Speaking of which, Tuck is beyond pissed. He's not strong enough to carry me around like you. We needed you, Danny. I-" she stopped short and turned away from me.
"I know." I mumbled. "It killed me to not be here. But I needed to take care of them. They're locked up in Walker's Prison. And I'm back. I'm here now."
"How do I know that?" She asked softly.
"Because you heard me." I tucked a stray hair from her face to behind her ear. "I promise I will be here. I'll carry you around, help you with your therapy. Only if you want me to, though."
She smiled and beckoned me back to her side. It was easier to slide my arms around her this time as she snuggled into my side and placed a light kiss to my cheek.
"You promise you'll always come back home?" She whispered and squeezed my hand. "You'll come back to me?"
"Every night."
