You will find out why Danny wasn't exactly 'emotional' about Sam in the last chapter. It was told why Sam wasn't, mainly because Danny wasn't, and he was acting weird. If Sam was to act all emotional over him, while he wasn't, then that might not be exactly what he was wanting, and could have caused him to run away. Sam although… will be more emotional after he had left… Ok, now that I have that out of my way… Also… would ghosts turn evil? Well… I really have no idea… But I got the idea from Ember, since I think before, she was a troubled child, and turned evil after her death. Anyhow… On with the story?
Chapter 4: Dreaming Troubles
"SAMANTHA! Where in the WORLD are you?" I could hear my 'helper' call out through the halls, and I realized Danny had left me in a position for trouble. I didn't know how to act in this event, if I should stay hidden in the shadows, or go out, and tell her I was curious about the room.
"Right here," I said, stepping out of the room, facing the floor, and trying to hide my face from her so that when I was in the need for lying, she couldn't see right through me.
"Why were you in there? Sam, can you please try to make things a little easier?"
"I was curious… That door had never been opened before," I said, and I was telling the truth, sort of, because the door had never been opened, and I was curious about what was in the room.
"Well, please try to keep your curiosity from getting you in trouble," she said sternly, and talked as though I was a little kid, learning to obey the rules. I looked at her, and she just turned away. I was of course, giving her a dirty look behind her back, because she made my life more miserable, and would never stop. I almost wished she would get fed up with my behaviors too, so I could get yet another new one. But… I had to run along one that was going to stand her ground, and try her best with me, which was my bad luck. When I was switching them, I could fool them all easily, but the more she was with me, the more she learned about my ways, and all my tricks.
We got back to me room, and she pretty much shoved me in the room, and closed the door behind me. I didn't care though, even after I heard her locking the door that wasn't what was on my mind. I turned on a light in my dark room, which would help me to think more, I didn't want to sit in the dark, for once in my life.
Danny had been acting way out of character, which was what had bugged me when I was standing in that room. If he would have been himself, why didn't he run up to me, or sound happy? Why didn't he hug me, or tell me what was going on, or anything like that! I would have hugged him, except there was something about him that made me feel odd. I wanted to, was tempted to even kiss him, but he wasn't having a thing to do with me at the moment, so… I didn't bother with him. Now I felt bad though… because now I wished I had hugged him. His soft, tan skin, small fit body, and his all around greatness in my arms would have made me feel a lot better… but I didn't. Although… I tried, but I went through him… I knew for a fact I could touch ghosts, he was refusing to let me touch him! Whatever was up with him, wasn't the fact that he was being chased. There was something else about him. His eyes, which I loved so much, didn't seem as bright as they were before. His expression wasn't happy, sad, mad, anything, he had a blank expression, something I had never seen in him before. Almost as though he could care less about what was going on.
Maybe I was right, maybe he is mad at me for killing him? He might have regretted it being my fault, but who says it wasn't still in him the idea that it WAS my fault?
I shook my head, trying to free the thoughts from my head, and think that, at least I had seen him. I too though… wasn't as happy as I would have been because of his odd behaviors. Why though? I knew I loved him, right now I was worrying about him, and loving him for every moment of my life, but when I had met him, he didn't make me feel the way he used to.
All the sudden though, I felt something wrap around my feet, and I got pulled under, and I started to scream, but someone covered my mouth up, and I noticed the white cloves of my hero.
"Danny?" I muffled under the glove, and he removed his hand. I realized I had been pulled beneath my bed, to somewhere. It was a room, filled with pictures of me, and objects of me.
"What is this place?" I asked him, and he set me down on the ground. I turned around to look at him, and he was actually happy this time, which made my spirits jump. I hugged him, since it was a sensation, and he allowed me to this time, which made me squeeze him even harder, trying to keep the moment as long as possible.
"This is my house, you wanted to come here," he shrugged, still smiling lightly at me, and he returned the hug.
"This is your home?"
"Yeah, it is," he said, both of us still in each other's arms. We pulled away slightly, just to be able to look at each other's faces.
"Why is it like this?"
"Well… When I died, I pretty much got my dreams, put into a room," he smiled.
"I was your whole dream? You had no other dreams?"
"Yes… but you were the biggest, and the only one I really wanted."
"And now your mad at me?"
"Why would you say that?" He asked me awkwardly.
"Because… what was up with you yesterday?"
"What do you mean? I was myself…" He said, and looked at me as though I was saying something really dumb.
"But… yesterday you weren't even happy to see me!"
"What are you talking about? I don't really remember much of seeing you yesterday though," He told me straightly.
"But then…" I said, but couldn't think of anything to say about it. Was he telling me the truth?
"Never mind yesterday Sam, how about we get you settled," he said, and pulled all the way away from me.
"I get to stay with you?"
"Yes, for a little bit, if you would like."
"How long?"
"A week, until you can be able to get out of that place," he said, remembering me asking him to get me out of there.
"Thanks Danny," I said softly, and he turned around long enough to give me a 'your welcome' look.
Not everything in the room was me though… but pretty much all of it, which I couldn't exactly find comfortable to be seeing myself everywhere… it felt kind of weird, but I didn't really care, I was with Danny! That was all that mattered to me at the moment!
Danny walked over to his bed, which was all totally blue, the wood and everything, and it didn't match the rest of the room at all. He reached down under it, and pulled out another bed that was there, a mattress on one of those spring things.
"Your choice, you sleep on whatever one you want," Danny said, looking at me waiting for a reply. The beds were pressed up against each other anyway, which made it seem like on big bed. It reminded me of when we were at Vlad's, with the two beds pressed together, and as I looked at it, I could picture Danny and I lying there on the two beds, Danny extremely skinny, and I shook it out of my head fast.
"You Ok?" Danny asked me curiously.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I sighed, and laid down on the spring bed, which meant it was my choice. Danny laid over on the other bed and looked at me, with his eyes that I had so dearly loved. They were bright today, as I had always remembered them to be.
"Remember that night I tried to get you to look at me?" I asked Danny, remembering the fun times we had on that adventure, although there weren't much that I could remember.
"Yes, I remember that," Danny smiled, and we both scooted closer to each other. I was with him again, but something didn't seem right at all.
All the sudden, Danny grabbed my hands tightly, and before I knew it, I was grabbed by Ember, Skulker, Walker, Desiree, and Technus. I screamed, but all of them looked at me as though I was stupid, including Danny.
"What are you doing?" I asked them all, and squirmed, trying to break free from the trap Danny had set me in.
"You have something we want," Ember told me, and smiled at me wickedly. I looked at the ghosts surrounding me, remembering fighting them with Danny. Where was Vlad though? I knew he was here, he had to of been…
"Sam, you Ok?" I got asked, and I sat up really fast in my bed. Was that all real, or just a dream? Maybe it was telling me something…
"Yes, I'm fine," I said, rubbing my eyes, making sure I was safely locked up in my room, away from anything harmful. Would Danny do that to me?
"You have a bad dream?"
"Yeah, nothing to worry about," I said, shoving her out of my life.
"All right Sam, and if you want, you can call me Jessie, that is my name," she said, smiling. Never before had they told their names, it was for a safety reason of some sort. That amazed me, but I didn't care, my dream bugged me. Was that something that was real? I knew what I had though…
Back at the hospital:
"Sam, you Ok hun?" I heard my mom chime in above me, as I still stood there over the top of Danny's still body. I looked up at them, my cheeks stained with tears, and I could hardly see from my eyes being so watery.
"Do… I look like it?" I asked her, half into the world, half into my own. My parents both got that sorrow look on their face, but I didn't care, they weren't sad for Danny dying, they had never like him anyway. I looked at Danny's face, at the locks of hair lying in front of his closed eyes. I could sit there and stare, hoping for those eyes to open back up again, but it wasn't going to happen, and deep inside me, I knew that.
"We are going to take him out of here," one of the doctors said, and I kissed Danny's cheek one last time, before he was swept away from sight.
"Sam, let's get home," My parent said, my mom with her hand behind my back, to lead me out of the room, and I shoved her out of the way.
"I'm not going anywhere," I told her, and ran down the hall after Danny. Something in me wanted me to stay by his side, but he was gone, I couldn't find where they had taken him off to. I stopped in my tracks, and saw my parents were watching me from the doorway of the hospital.
We did go home and the whole way, I stared out the window, watching as objects whirred by in my blurry vision, and my eyes still filled with tears. I stuck my headphones on, and listened to the music playing in my head.
'I'm finding my way back to you,' was all I had to hear, and I dropped my CD player , and when I took it again, I turned it of, realizing I couldn't handle it, listening to music, any song would remind me of Danny. Once home, there was a box laying on our porch, and I saw my name on it. Picking it up gently, I took it inside to reveal it's mysteries. I opened it up, and a note was inside,
Although I am gone, my love still follows you. Every town you visit, I will be there, everywhere you look, I will be there. I will never leave you Sam,
Danny
I stared at it for a second, not able to believe my eyes, and I saw the paper stained with a tear that had slid off my face, dampening the note from my hero. He said he would come back for me, and I knew he would. I looked deeper into the box, to pull out a small key, and a little jar, filled with some sort of powder. I had no idea what they were for, but I would never let them out of my site…
I pulled on a golden chain that was wrapped around my neck, to reveal the key I had been given. Whatever it was for, I knew there was a point in it, although I hadn't found that out yet. Danny never told me, no one told me, but I knew that it was something special. The powder had something to do with the key, but I didn't know as of yet what it was for, but I knew soon enough, it would lead me on an adventure, to find my way back to Danny, because what lies ahead, isn't exactly easy…
Ok… yes, that dream will have a lot to do with the story later, but I'm not telling you what yet. Yes, this is opening a door to a ton of paths for me to go down (like feared parents). Yes, it will get a lot better soon… promise ya! I didn't stick the dream in there for nothing, I hate it when people put dreams in stories, but this one actually means something…
