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Chapter 2: Disbelief
THE NEXT MORNING
I couldn't sleep last night, after what happened. It finally makes sense, she didn't kill herself, she was killed. 'But why? Why did he kill her?'
She was no threat to anyone. I approached the school, clasping onto my backpack sleeve. Someone tapped my shoulder, as I turned to see Sam and Tucker.
"You ok?" Tucker asked at my fright-stricken face.
"No, I'm not. Look, I have to tell you guys something…"
We sat on the bleachers by the track field as I explained everything. They looked at me, kind of confused.
"Danny, are you sure? I mean…sometimes when someone loses someone, they create these things in their mind, to escape the truth." Sam said to me, as I sat, shocked. My own friends didn't believe me.
"I didn't make it up! It happened! Doesn't it make sense? She didn't kill herself!" I almost yelled in frustration with them.
"I…I just don't think it that realistic. I mean, she died, and you have to move on it. It's that simple." She said to me, with compassion, as she laid a hand on my shoulder.
'She didn't believe me.' I shook her hand off and turned to Tucker. "Tucker! You believe me, right?" He looked at his feet, signaling, he didn't. 'This can't be happening.' I thought as I looked back and forth between them, hoping this is some kind of a sick joke.
"Maybe you should…see a psychiatrist." Sam said to me with worry. "I'm not crazy! Why won't you believe me!" I screamed, but I didn't need an answer. I got up and ran, across the bleachers and down to the tracks. I ran out of the school yard to the front of the school. But I didn't stop, I kept running, just running, down the street, along the sidewalk.
'They didn't believe me. My own friends.' I kept thinking, and the thought kept me running, and kept increasing my speed. I wouldn't stop. I just kept running, and soon after I had reached my house, I stopped, and catch my breath, almost falling over from exhaustion. I threw open the doors of my house, and darted in. I sprinted up the stairs, stumbling a little on my way, but not stopping, not even for a breath. I finally made it to my room and slammed the door behind me, making a huge collision slam. I leaned my back up against my door and breathed heavily, catching my breath, and letting it all sink in.
'They didn't believe me.' I thought is disguised.
'After all we've been through…' I cut off at the end. I slid my back down the door until I sat on the ground, leaning up against the hard wooden door for support. I buried my face in my hands, and just let it all out. Everything I had been holding in. My life had stopped when Jazz died, and now…it just shattered. My body shook with fear.
'What would become of me? Was I really going mad? No! I couldn't think like that. I can't show any weakness to this.' I stumbled to my feet and supported my balance against the door. I clenched my fist together.
"I'm going to find him, and show no mercy…" I glanced over at my window, and leaned my head out, at the ledge. I looked at the branch next to my window, as I saw some kind of green glowing liquid, but only a platter. I narrowed my eyes.
"Ghost blood." I assumed to the liquid I had once seen from my body. I looked up at the morning sky.
"He's going to strike again. Whatever he's after…he's not going to get." The sky seemed to turn to night quickly, while I waited for him to appear, but this time…I would be ready.