So, I've been working hard today. I've written 3 chapters in one day. No, seriously. I sat in front of the computer and told myself that I was going to do this and I did. 3 chapters in one day! That's pretty good considering I'm watching my daughter while I type. Anyway, I combined chapter 3 and 4 since chapter 3 was short as hell.
The Phantasmagoric Images
Chapter 3 and 4
Danny sat in his math class, led by Mr. Lancer, waiting for the bell to ring. He hadn't seen Sam since that morning. She took care not to take the same routes to class as he did. He couldn't stop thinking about her and how he hurt her. Will she ever forgive me? Danny was a mess, his hair still unruly in frizzy curls about his face. He hated it. That's why he used the gel. He hated the boyish curls in his hair. They made him look younger than he was and he already looked young enough. "Sam…" he thought. "Maybe… maybe she just needs to cool off..." He hated the idea of hurting her and he knew he did. He still couldn't shake the feeling. He had lost his temper. He lost his temper because he was in love and he had touched her… or at least it seemed real enough. He couldn't figure out why he couldn't stop dreaming. And the dreams seemed so real that he would've believed he had really been so bold. It threw him for a loop. He wanted her. That's why he got so mad. That's why he hurt her. It sickened him. He hurt her because she didn't love him back. He was afraid. Afraid that Sam would forsake him and Afraid of what he might do the next time they meet. He decided that if it happens again, he'll just have to stay away from her… forever. It killed him to think he'd never see her again, but it was better than the thought of hurting her again. Danny couldn't even imagine never seeing Sam again. He knew he wouldn't be able to bare it, but he had to keep her safe. He had to…
The bell rang through the school and a loud clutter of students flooding the hallways could be heard as Danny stared at the desk top in front of him. A tear stained the desk as he lifted himself up, prepared for the worst and headed for the cafeteria to face Sam.
He walked down the hallway dazedly, trying to hold his composure together, trying not to think of being without her when he heard a blood curdling scream. He knew that voice! He started running toward the cafeteria. He made it to his, Tuck's, and Sam's lockers. He looked around the hall in horror. There was blood splattered across the lockers, and dripped from the ceiling. A drop landed on his cheek and slid down the side of his face. His heart beat escalated. He couldn't run fast enough. Every inch of the hall was covered in blood. He reached the cafeteria and automatically wished he hadn't. He didn't want to look. His heart was breaking, but he couldn't find the strength to close his eyes.
Sam's lifeless corpse lay across the only lunch room table that was not over turned. A butcher's knife stuck into her delicate breast. The same ones that Danny had so much wanted to be nestled in. He was always comfortable in her arms that were now slashed and bloody. The entire cafeteria was covered in the evidence of her struggle for life. Her cold dead eyes stared blankly at him, seemingly mocking him for being too late. At the foot of the table stood a small hand-knife, like a medieval dagger. This dagger was used to slice through her still beating heart. Danny climbed on the table, a look of pure fear and emptiness on his face. He lifted her head to his lap and hugged her lifeless form. As he caressed her raven, blood-soaked hair, he began to hear a faint heart beat getting faster and faster. He could hear the voice calling his name again getting louder and louder. Suddenly, they both stopped. The room fell silent. Even the wind could not be heard. Danny looked at his hands drenched in Sam's blood. He heard a whisper that he couldn't quite make out. It almost sounded like… he heard rustling from behind him and turned to see what it was. It seemed to be his imagination. He looked back down at the corpse. She disappeared without a trace. He looked around frantically, desperately wanting to hold her, dead or not. He didn't know what was going on. He was crying freely when something grabbed him from behind and screeched in a demonic voice, "DANNY!" He turned to see Sam's corpse above him with the butcher's knife from her breast. The blood from the blade drenched the floor and left drops of blood across his face. She arched her arm and brought it down, stabbing Danny in the back. His consciousness faded. Was he dead? Was this the end? His breath left him. He went numb. Then… he woke up in a white room with a tiled ceiling. He turned over on the bed to see the school nurse looking down on him.
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