A/N: Alright, next chappy!

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Chapter 8: June 4, 2011

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I looked around the room I was in, if you could call it a room. It was more like a dungeon. The door had a small window and a slot where food would come from. I was sitting on a hard cot, looking forward at a doorway. It led to the bathroom, which was a toilet, a shower nozzle, and a mirror. I got up and slowly walked up to the mirror, looking at my reflection. My hair was red and spiky with streaks of black and blue, and my eyes were an incredibly pale, dull, blue-ish gray. I heard the door open and ducked on instinct, fearing what was to come. I crawled away from the doorway, which was lucky because a blast of red ectoplasm came flying right where I was a minute ago. Following the blast was one of them. He flew in and stopped in front of me.

"Hello again, Sam," he said, chuckling at the name as if he knew something I didn't.

"My name's not Sam, it's Danny," I said bitterly, then thought, At least, I think it is…. My memory of my past had been fading quickly throughout my time here. I think it was part of their plan. I wanted to know what would happen to me after I didn't remember, but I thought it would be better if I didn't know. Knowing them, it probably dealt with killing me in a brutal way and leaving the mangled body on my parents' doorstep. If I have parents… I sighed. One of the worst things about forgetting was not being able to, well, remember. Yeah, sounds stupid, I know, but… it's true. If there was one thing I wanted, it was to remember everything again.

He laughed, reminding me of my prior predicament. "Well, Danny, Sam, whoever, it's time for your daily 'workout'."

The "workout" he was talking about was not a workout at all. It consisted of them dragging me out of the dungeon and into a chamber. Then, they would chain me to a wall and shoot at me with ectoplasm. They did it everyday, and the scars from the first day still haven't disappeared.

He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pulled me into the chamber. The other guy was there, too. I could never remember what I used to call them, but I knew both names started with a "P". They called each other Vlad and Dan, though. The one who called me Sam was Dan.

Vlad motioned Dan to bring me over to the wall. Once there, Vlad fastened me against it. The cold metal bit into my skin, which was hardly covered by my ripped-up shirt and jeans. Apparently, they refused to give me new clothes. Vlad walked back over to Dan, and both charged up some ectoplasm. I knew what was coming, so I screwed up my eyes and tried to prepare for the attack.

It came suddenly, but the pain lingered. I knew that it was only the first round, and, sure enough, they were charging up more.

A few rounds later, they unfastened me, and I fell to the floor, too weak to stand. They advanced on me, and I blacked out.

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The rest of that day was a blur, a long, painful blur, but I remember, after being thrown back into the dungeon, sitting down on the cot and starting to hum a sad song. I whispered the words to myself, thinking about Mystery Girl.

"I'm sorry I left you, but I don't want you to go through what I'm feeling now,"

MG was the girl I always thought about, but couldn't remember. She had black hair and eyes like amethysts. She always wore black, but always knew what to say to make me feel good… and I left her…. I left her all alone, even though it wasn't my fault. I feel so guilty….

I felt horrible. Why'd I have to leave? It… I was so stupid! I should've known…. I should've known they'd find me anyway.

And now, now I'm stuck here, without her…. Without MG….

"I want to be back there, but now I'm trapped somewhere, and I don't know how,"

I… I wish I was with her instead of being trapped in this--this….

I sighed. How am I supposed to escape when I can't even beat them? I have the feeling that if I beat them, I can go back… and I really want to go back….

If I don't, I don't know what'll happen, but I'm sure it'll be bad. Probably, I'll be doomed to this… this torture for the rest of my life!

There are times when I ask myself, why? Why is it me? Why did they kidnap me instead of someone else? I don't remember doing anything to them, but I guess I must've, if they're treating me… like this….

But I've gotta beat them… or I'll never get outta here….

"How I'll get out of this mess, but first I must confess,"

Who knows if that will work, though? Who says I'll ever be able to beat them? I shook the thought from my head. If I keep thinking like that, I'll never beat them. I can't believe I got into this!

Why'd I get dragged into this? I just… can't understand why…. This all seems so… insane! What's the point? To cause me pain, then kill me? Why? Why not just get it over with? More importantly, why me?

"I can't believe I'm in this, that I left you, my eternal bliss, something's horribly wrong but I can't go on without you or this, my true love's kiss."

Why'd I leave? Why? Why didn't I stay home? Why did I leave her? She… she probably hates me now for it. Ugh, I just wanna go back home! Is that too much to ask? I mean, everyone's moved on without me, and I'm stuck here. How is this fair?

I frowned. Where was here? It made no sense. I don't even know where I am, so why keep me confined in one area? They should know that I've got no sense of direction--I think--because they know me better than I know myself! Don't they? This has got me so confused!

"Life goes on without me, and I can't see anything besides this,"

I--I can't keep this up much longer. I just want outta here! There's gotta be some way….

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. This was driving me nuts. I was about ready to just give up for what it was worth. I wasn't gonna last much longer anyway. It would be easier to give up now….

I looked back at the "bathroom" again, then ran inside. There wasn't much, but I found one thing that could work. The mirror.

"My life is done, I can't go on, I want this over with, I've got to get out of here, but this is nowhere,"

I've gotta fix this, and this is the only way. Well, it seemed that way to me. The mirror. It was my only chance, or so I thought.

I don't get it, I was good! Wasn't I? Obviously, those two weren't, but does that give them the right to tear me away from MG, the only girl for me?

I was so frustrated, I punched the mirror. The shards of glass showered down around me, each one mirroring the tears falling down my face. They fell at my feet, and I looked back at my hand. It was bleeding at the knuckles and a few other places from the shards. I looked back at what was left of the mirror, seeing a cracked, spider-web effect. My face reflected back at me in several shapes and sizes, my eyes shining from tears, both shed and unshed. I hung my head. A shard caught my attention and I picked it up, placing it at my wrist. Everything was hopeless….

"I can't believe I'm in this, that I left you, my eternal bliss, something's horribly wrong but I can't go on without you or this, my true love's kiss."

The shard fell from my hand as I went into shock, just seeing a small driblet of blood. I backed up a step. How'd this happen? How'd I get to such a point, a point where I'd rather try to kill myself then try to work through this? I--I'd become something she would've hated….

I quickly tore part of my shirt off, wrapping and tying it around my wrist to stop the blood flow. Luckily, the cut wasn't too deep.

I sighed. I can't make it without her… there's no way I can do this without her help. She was the only thing keeping me strong. Why does everything happen to me? Isn't there some, I don't know, kind of not-evil half-ghost superhero out there who could be in this mess instead of me? Anyone? … Didn't think so….

"I can't believe this happened to me, I can't pull through without you, I need you by me, and can't you see, without you, without this, you're the one that I miss,"

My world began spinning before me, not from blood loss, but from the insane amount of questions in my head. Why me? Why now? Why here? Where's here? Nothing's normal anymore! How am I gonna get through this without anyone, without her? There's gotta be some way….

I need to see her again…. I need to go back and be with her…. I need to get home…. I need to be myself again! … I need her with me….

I've gotta get out somehow, my only problem is how…. Fighting them is out of the question, I can barely stand during their "workout". There's gotta be another option, I just need to find it….

"Life keeps spinning, and they're winning, without you by me, I can't be myself, now I'm someone else, but with your help, I can return, get my life back, I'll get my things packed, 'cause I'll be back, and you'll be with me, and now I see, you're the only one for me,"

I--I have this… feeling, when everything's going wrong and it seems like there's no hope, I feel like, like she's waiting for me, like she's trying to find me… but she can't find me, not without knowing where I am….

There's others looking, too; I can tell. Of course, no one knows where I am… and they probably never will…. I'm fine with that, though….

Aw, who am I kidding? I hate it! I hate feeling vulnerable, feeling like no one cared for me enough to try to find me…. I know they are, but it's not helping, at all. They won't find me, they made sure of that. No one will….

I looked back at the mirror again. My face was still streaked with tears, but there was determination there, too. I knew what had to be done. I had to beat them and leave here. The only problem was, could I do it?

"I can't believe I'm in this, that I left my eternal bliss, life goes on without me, and I can see you waitin' for me to finally be through all this, so we'll share our true love's kiss,"

I'd find a way. Doubtless, some day, somehow, I'd find a way. I'd beat them, and I'd go back home. And none of this will matter. It won't matter at all.

It won't matter as soon as I see them all again, as soon as I get back home….

As soon as I'm with her….

As soon as we're together again….

"I promise you this, yours is,"

As soon as it's just the two of us, and they're gone, and we're all fine again….

As soon as I'm out of all this trouble and with the people who care for me.

And that day is coming soon.

"My true love's kiss."

The door opened and Dan walked in.

Well, that day obviously isn't today….

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LYRICS

(My True Love's Kiss)

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A/N: Okay, that was sad, but it had to be done. It ended up a lot longer than I originally had it, so YAY! Next time jumps forward again to later August 4, which means… well, you'll see. BYES, y'all!

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Sneak Peek

He had sung it without really noticing, and was surprised when he heard clapping behind him. There, once again wearing her violet sunglasses, was Sam Manson.

"Hey…" he whispered.

"Hi," she replied, sitting next to him, "that was really good. Did you write it?"

"Yeah."

"So, you have a girlfriend?" She looked rather put-out about this.

"No, I don't. It was written a while ago. I never saw her again… I think," he said, staring up at her face. She perked up considerably after hearing that, then looked confused.

"You mean you don't know? How can you not know if you saw her again?"

Sam turned on her, his expression angry. "How? Haven't you heard of that one nickname I have? 'Super Amnesia'? Did you ever think I might have gotten that name because I have amnesia?"

"I'm sorry, I just… you reminded me so much of my…my friend."