Ghost: Part Three

Not even the sharp drop of my descending heart could make me respond as I stood by that dresser, not able to believe what I was witnessing before my very eyes. This isn't happening...

He closed those eyes, eyes that had stared at me in the past with a friendly feel to them. He would always give a certain look, a special glance that calmed me to my last nerve. But those eyes had been two colors, now all they are is one bright, radioactive green color, not a single speck of baby blue left.

Silence... It flooded in like a flash flood, covering everything in its way with a thick sheet of fear and unspoken tension. I couldn't bare to look at the figure standing a few feet away from me, I just couldn't.

"Sam?" his voice... Its sounds so lost and miserable, as if he had just been beaten down to a bloody pulp by life itself. In fact, he has been. And I could have stopped it, I could have prevented him from perishing at 14.

"NO!" I screamed, a salty taste of guilt leaking from my salivary glands. "No!" I repeated, crashing down to the dusty floor with a loud thud and slamming my fists down.

"You can't be here! Your gone, your gone and never coming back!" I began to sob uncontrollably, and placed my throbbing head in my quivering hands. "You can't come back! You can't be here!" The dust sprang up from the ground and started to attack me like swarming bees, stinging at my flesh and making me scream in agony. I was surprised when a scream did escape my lips, and I felt myself start to fall apart, each limb giving loose and each muscle growing weak.

"Sam, Sam..." I looked up and noticed he was close, close to my body. His hand was reaching out towards me, his ghostly figures extending out to calm the storm raging in me. My violet orbs widened to the size of a owls large eyes and I yelped, scooting back into nothing but the hard surface of the dresser.

"No!" I screeched, staring at his hand with a promising frightened look. His hand seemed to fall lifeless like the rest of him as the word escaped from my lips, and he lowered his head. He looked at me again and I turned away, not able to deal with those eyes.

I could feel him studying me as I sobbed next to his dresser, each tear brining back so many memories that I never ever wanted to fathom again. And here they were, coming back in the form of emotional drops and sinking into the smooth surface of my skin, once again filling me with the unsettled guilt, the overwhelming hate that I cursed upon myself so long ago.

My body shook with wild sobs, each roaring and enjoying the way I winced as they made me feel tired and helpless, exposed to all my deepest fears and emotions dripping out of me like a leaking sink.

Then, I felt someones hand come to my shoulder, a warm hand. I jerked away and fell to the floor, beginning to scream.

"Sam! SAM!" I looked up and found Jazz kneeling next to me, a honest ,worried expression glued to her mature features.

"Sam, whats going on? Whats wrong?" she asked me, using the voice she used to talk to her patients, psychotic beings who fear of nothing but the mental blocks and memories lurking in their mind. Then it hit me... I had just described myself. Was I crazy? Was I mentally disturbed? I was... I was.

I didn't answer, a wall of embarrassments and remaining fear blocked me from doing so. She helped me up and led me out of the room, the room he was in. But where is he? Where did he go to?

"Sam, what happened in there?" I bit my lip so hard that blood started to leak down and fill my taste buds with a metallic flavor. I couldn't answer, it would make me sound like a even bigger loony. I just shivered from the cold of the room, and we walked down the stairs.

As we walked down, I turned back to look at the room and saw the same thing that had caused me to react so horribly. He was standing in the doorway, giving me a sympathetic look as I walked down the aging steps.

I didn't dare to respond, and only watched as he whispered softly "I'm so sorry, Sam... I didn't mean to..." Didn't mean to what? What is he talking about? With that, I saw him disappear as if he were nothing but thin air, a dissolving breeze scraping against the side of a mountain. Jazz noticed me looking and turned to look at the bedroom, wondering what I was looking at.

When she saw nothing she switched her gaze back to me. "Sam, what are you looking at?" I swallowed hard before responding "My past..."

W/C: What is this – the super short chapter fic? Ah well, theres chapter three. Don't worry, she won't be like this every encounter she has with Danny. She only responded like that this time because she was overwhelmed with memories and it was very shocking to see him. In fact, she will begin to enjoy his visits. Just a peek into what is yet to come in this fiction. Yes, there will be more chapters. I'm beginning to enjoy writing this fiction so... yeah. Thanks for all the kind reviews. They inspired me. And sorry it took so long, I have been busy with school work and all that other "fun" crap. See ya guys next chapter

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