~Disclaimer~
As much as I wish I owned Thir13en Ghosts (or just Dennis, heh) I don't. So
no one sue me okay? You wouldn't be able to expect much money.
~A/N~ Okay, I'm such a dork, I read the reviews you guys gave me and I freaked out. But gimme a break It's like, my first real fanfic. I never really thought I'd positive comments, thank you guys! Yay! Okay, um, I'm trying to capture Dennis' personality, and maybe add some humor, but I don't wanna change it much! Not if you like it now! But, I heard somewhere that you need to experiment to see how you can really write. So, um, here ya go, some humor, but nothing about the writing style changed, so if you like what I'm doing, let me know, if not, I'll cut it out. I trust you guys. Okay I'm done, let Dennis talk now, lol
"Life" by a Ghost
Chapter Two: A Change of Pain
Hey, welcome back, nice ta' see ya', wow, If I would've known you would actually wanna here more about me I would've been more enthusiastic. But, honest, I'll lighten up. Do I seem sarcastic to you? Good, I'm trying. See, that's how I made it through my childhood, sarcasm, I was never serious, NEVER. Making a straight comment to anyone was my all-out nightmare. So in conclusion, adults hated me because of that. To sum up my entire pre-teen life, it would be- "Dennis, detention on Thursday." I never really payed attention in class, it seemed pointless to me, learn what 70 times 4 was....who really cares? Just whip out a calculater. But, actually, it's even easier to sum up my early teenage years, ya know 13- 14ish, I was like, surgically attached to my skateboard...I had a hobby, needless to say I didn't fit in with any of the 'skaters' in my school niether, but I keep on tearing up the asphalt, so to speak. My entire Jr.High existence- "Hey! Kid! Get offa there!"
Actually, Jr.High was when my life took a turn, for me then? It seemed for the better. But of course I now see how incredibly wrong I was. It started sometime in December, 1984, I was standing at my locker, pulling on the handle and throwing it kick after kick, the stupid thing never opened....... When it finally did, both of my feet were up again'st the locker, and I was pulling like hell, ....it kind of looked like an episode of Looney Tunes. The locker opened suddenly, and I went flying back into the row of lockers behind me..........well, it hurt. One of the teachers in a near-by classroom ran over to see if I was okay, ...she didn't help much, just grabbed my hand, which was the stupidist thing she could've done, because of course I started going into seizures, I was grabbing my head and moaning, I look back and laugh now, she must've thought that I killed my head or something when I hit it up again'st the lockers, she called for the nurse, and before I knew it, I was lying down in the nurse's office with an ice-pack on my head.
Neither of my grandparents were home, and I couldn't remember where they worked, I just had a monster headache, so cut me some slack. They had to work, by the way, to support little Dennis Rafkin. So the nurse couldn't do anything, ..she didn't want me to go back to class, I guess she felt bad for me or something, so she asked me if I wanted to help out in the main office of the school until they could find a way to get ahold of my grandfather. I said I would and she led into the office.
There were two secreteries, one tapping away on the computer, and one waiting near the front desk. They took one look at little, pathetic me with an ice-pack on my head, and immediatly told me to sit down, they gave me some papers to sort out, a few things to copy, nothing much, but it took my mind of the searing pain in my head.
I was making some copies of the lunch menu when a strange looking guy walked into the room. And I'm not kidding either, he was STRANGE. He had what looked like a cape on, a wierd lookin black hat on his head, some freaky looking clothes on, and the oldest shoes I've ever seen. I scrunched up my face, he looked like some kinda creepy goth guy. When he turned his head and looked at me, I gulped, I did NOT want him to look at me. He smiled at me.....god, he smiled at me.......and turned his attention to the secretary. He talked to her quietly for a few minutes, and then the secretary pointed at me. I REALLY gulped then, I was freaked beyond belief, I had no idea who he was, or why he was here, or why the damn secretary was pointing me out to him.
He walked over to my freaked out self , said hello, and extended his hand. Now did I shake it? Let's go over the choices here. A) If I didn't shake it, I'd be fine, no headaches or seizures for me. B) If I DID shake it, Hello! Mind numbing pain. C) If I jumped up and pounded on the door to get out of the room, I'd wind up in a psychiatric ward somewhere. Now, you know I didn't wind up in a nut house, and you'd think I'd be smart enough to lay off the pain, but truth was......I was paying absolutely no attention to what could happen, and I didn't want him to think I was scared, so what did I do?
I shook his hand, stupid me.
How can I sum this up? ..........OWWW!! The second I touched his hand the familar pain came rushing into my skull for the second time that day, but something was different this time. It wasn't just mindless, excruiating pain....I saw things...wierd things....as I fell of the chair and clutched onto my throbbing head. I saw a machine....I saw a wierd looking kid, a huge guy, a little woman,.....I saw a tall dude with what looked like bullet holes all over his freaking body, a guy with a cage on his disgusting looking head....dismembered body parts all over the freaking place. There was one image though... a woman...she was beautiful, the second I saw her,the pain lessened and I guess I kinda passed out for a few minutes. All I remember was waking up on the floor with a bunch of people looking at me. I tried to jump up but there were to many people, and I didn't want to be touched again.
A few minutes later I saw some paramedics walk in to the room, they tried to help me up, but I wouldn't let them. One of them finally, again'st my will, grabbed my hand. I don't think there was much pain this time, I was kinda drained. I passed out again before they could get me out of the room.
~A/N~ Did I do alright? *whimpers* I hope so, I'm kinda nervous. Please let me know! I have some pretty good ideas for the next chapter if this is liked! Wow, I'm being pathetic, admitting, I am holed up in a house, cause's school was called of because of the *extreme* snow. So, I guess I have right to be pathetic. Oh, sorry, babbling again, talk to ya later.
~A/N~ Okay, I'm such a dork, I read the reviews you guys gave me and I freaked out. But gimme a break It's like, my first real fanfic. I never really thought I'd positive comments, thank you guys! Yay! Okay, um, I'm trying to capture Dennis' personality, and maybe add some humor, but I don't wanna change it much! Not if you like it now! But, I heard somewhere that you need to experiment to see how you can really write. So, um, here ya go, some humor, but nothing about the writing style changed, so if you like what I'm doing, let me know, if not, I'll cut it out. I trust you guys. Okay I'm done, let Dennis talk now, lol
"Life" by a Ghost
Chapter Two: A Change of Pain
Hey, welcome back, nice ta' see ya', wow, If I would've known you would actually wanna here more about me I would've been more enthusiastic. But, honest, I'll lighten up. Do I seem sarcastic to you? Good, I'm trying. See, that's how I made it through my childhood, sarcasm, I was never serious, NEVER. Making a straight comment to anyone was my all-out nightmare. So in conclusion, adults hated me because of that. To sum up my entire pre-teen life, it would be- "Dennis, detention on Thursday." I never really payed attention in class, it seemed pointless to me, learn what 70 times 4 was....who really cares? Just whip out a calculater. But, actually, it's even easier to sum up my early teenage years, ya know 13- 14ish, I was like, surgically attached to my skateboard...I had a hobby, needless to say I didn't fit in with any of the 'skaters' in my school niether, but I keep on tearing up the asphalt, so to speak. My entire Jr.High existence- "Hey! Kid! Get offa there!"
Actually, Jr.High was when my life took a turn, for me then? It seemed for the better. But of course I now see how incredibly wrong I was. It started sometime in December, 1984, I was standing at my locker, pulling on the handle and throwing it kick after kick, the stupid thing never opened....... When it finally did, both of my feet were up again'st the locker, and I was pulling like hell, ....it kind of looked like an episode of Looney Tunes. The locker opened suddenly, and I went flying back into the row of lockers behind me..........well, it hurt. One of the teachers in a near-by classroom ran over to see if I was okay, ...she didn't help much, just grabbed my hand, which was the stupidist thing she could've done, because of course I started going into seizures, I was grabbing my head and moaning, I look back and laugh now, she must've thought that I killed my head or something when I hit it up again'st the lockers, she called for the nurse, and before I knew it, I was lying down in the nurse's office with an ice-pack on my head.
Neither of my grandparents were home, and I couldn't remember where they worked, I just had a monster headache, so cut me some slack. They had to work, by the way, to support little Dennis Rafkin. So the nurse couldn't do anything, ..she didn't want me to go back to class, I guess she felt bad for me or something, so she asked me if I wanted to help out in the main office of the school until they could find a way to get ahold of my grandfather. I said I would and she led into the office.
There were two secreteries, one tapping away on the computer, and one waiting near the front desk. They took one look at little, pathetic me with an ice-pack on my head, and immediatly told me to sit down, they gave me some papers to sort out, a few things to copy, nothing much, but it took my mind of the searing pain in my head.
I was making some copies of the lunch menu when a strange looking guy walked into the room. And I'm not kidding either, he was STRANGE. He had what looked like a cape on, a wierd lookin black hat on his head, some freaky looking clothes on, and the oldest shoes I've ever seen. I scrunched up my face, he looked like some kinda creepy goth guy. When he turned his head and looked at me, I gulped, I did NOT want him to look at me. He smiled at me.....god, he smiled at me.......and turned his attention to the secretary. He talked to her quietly for a few minutes, and then the secretary pointed at me. I REALLY gulped then, I was freaked beyond belief, I had no idea who he was, or why he was here, or why the damn secretary was pointing me out to him.
He walked over to my freaked out self , said hello, and extended his hand. Now did I shake it? Let's go over the choices here. A) If I didn't shake it, I'd be fine, no headaches or seizures for me. B) If I DID shake it, Hello! Mind numbing pain. C) If I jumped up and pounded on the door to get out of the room, I'd wind up in a psychiatric ward somewhere. Now, you know I didn't wind up in a nut house, and you'd think I'd be smart enough to lay off the pain, but truth was......I was paying absolutely no attention to what could happen, and I didn't want him to think I was scared, so what did I do?
I shook his hand, stupid me.
How can I sum this up? ..........OWWW!! The second I touched his hand the familar pain came rushing into my skull for the second time that day, but something was different this time. It wasn't just mindless, excruiating pain....I saw things...wierd things....as I fell of the chair and clutched onto my throbbing head. I saw a machine....I saw a wierd looking kid, a huge guy, a little woman,.....I saw a tall dude with what looked like bullet holes all over his freaking body, a guy with a cage on his disgusting looking head....dismembered body parts all over the freaking place. There was one image though... a woman...she was beautiful, the second I saw her,the pain lessened and I guess I kinda passed out for a few minutes. All I remember was waking up on the floor with a bunch of people looking at me. I tried to jump up but there were to many people, and I didn't want to be touched again.
A few minutes later I saw some paramedics walk in to the room, they tried to help me up, but I wouldn't let them. One of them finally, again'st my will, grabbed my hand. I don't think there was much pain this time, I was kinda drained. I passed out again before they could get me out of the room.
~A/N~ Did I do alright? *whimpers* I hope so, I'm kinda nervous. Please let me know! I have some pretty good ideas for the next chapter if this is liked! Wow, I'm being pathetic, admitting, I am holed up in a house, cause's school was called of because of the *extreme* snow. So, I guess I have right to be pathetic. Oh, sorry, babbling again, talk to ya later.