And I'm back for the third chapter in the world of my musings!
Once again, I thank those who were kind enough to review…and some even added my story to their favorites! I hope that this chapter won't disappoint.
Disclaimer: The only things these are good for is comic relief, as I think that it would be quite obvious that I don't own the show Danny Phantom or its characters.
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Death's Castle
Ch.3
As soon as the nurse, whose name Sam still hadn't bothered to find out, placed Sam inside her proper room, she hurried back out again to talk to the doctor. They were right outside her door, so it wasn't hard to get the gist of what they were saying.
"I think…stress getting to her…should relax." That was the nurse's annoyingly high voice, slightly muffled by the closed door.
The weedy doctor's equally weedy voice drifted though the door, "Agree…call her father…take her home"
Sam forgot to breathe in her horrified shock. They were going to call her father…
Flashback
A little girl with black hair and amethyst eyes lay in a crumbled heap, too scared and in pain to even whimper. She felt like needles were piercing her skin, repeatedly jabbing and scratching against it. In some places, she was too numb to feel pain. She could taste her tears as only one word filled her mind.
Why?
A menacing figure stepped out of the shadows, a sturdy piece of wood held firmly in his grasp. The last thing the little girl registered before slipping into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness was the heavy smell of alcohol, the bruising force of the wood and the sharp pain of jagged splinters entering her fragile skin.
End Flashback
Sam's head shot up as she heard the doctor enter the room.
"Sam, I'm going to call your father to pick you up tomorrow…I think it would be better for you not to stay in this hospital too much longer."
She just nodded, not trusting her voice.
"Good," he was about to leave when he said something else, "The nurse will be bringing you some clothes shortly." At her questioning gaze, he explained, "There was a duffel bag in the trunk of your car, the bag was in ruins, but most of the clothes were fine."
Right after the doctor left, the nurse came in and set a pile of clothes next to Sam on her bed. The nurse smiled at her, then went across the hall to care for another patient. Sam stood up and closed the door, her hand lingering on the doorknob as she sighed and considered her options. In the end, there were only two reasonable courses of action.
'I could stay here and let my father take me away, or I could run. Neither of them sound too appealing, but I don't ever even want to see that excuse for a human again.'
So she got dresses in some of her standard clothes: Dark jeans, purple shirt, black sweatshirt, purple socks, and black sneakers. Then for the second time that night, she would sneak out to see her mother, probably for the last time. It was a bit easier this time, seeing as she knew which way to go now; and it took much less time.
When she was only a corridor away, the same nameless nurse spotted her. She clumsily ran up to her and said:
"I'm sorry, but visiting hours are over, and I think it's best if you don't see your mother right now."
Sam mentally swore.
"So if you don't mind," the nurse continued, "I'll take just take you back to your room." She grabbed Sam's arm.
"Yes I do mind!" Sam snapped. Yanking her arm out of the nurse's grasp, she ran down the hall and hurriedly shut the open doors behind her and locked them.
This time, she was almost expecting the cold, and she was eerily calm as she walked down the corridor, where once again; no one was there. The vapor of her breath swirled around her, and her footsteps echoed forlornly in the emptiness.
She was still calm as she opened the door and stared into those same green eyes. But when she turned on the light, her calm disappeared. She had been expecting a figment of her imagination that would vanish when the light turned on, not to see the apparition that the eyes belonged to.
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"Darn it," the nurse said as she heard a scream from inside, "I knew something bad was going to happen if I let her in there again."
She tried once more to pull the door open, with no more success than the last ten times she tried, much to her chagrin. Whipping out her cell phone, she called for help.
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Okay! How was it? I know we still didn't she much of Danny, but we'll see him a lot in the next chapter, kay? I'll try to get the next on up soon.
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