Hey guys, sorry I haven't been writing lately, school and writer's block

He knew the dreams were doing more than just trying to tell him something, for all he knew, they might've been trying to kill him; Sterch never could do a job right.

Chuckling to himself he thought, making light of death, when you've stared death in the face on a regular basis it really looses its impact.

"What's that Jimmy? You're not afraid of me; you think I can never do a job right?"

"Well, hello again, where've you been the past few hours, on a coffee break?"

"Oh ha ha, very funny Jimmy, I never did teach you respect, did I?"

"Guess not, but keep talking, I enjoy these little chats."

"You will learn respect, one way or another."

"Yeah, you get right on that."

The voice didn't respond, take that, he thought, Jimmy: 1 Sterch: 0

Looking up, he saw class was almost over and saw the homework on the board; finish reading chapter 1, man did his teachers from last year get reincarnated as his teachers this year?

The bell rang and he got up, next he had English with Mr. Edwards, he headed off in the direction of the class.

While he was walking he felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned around to see Cindy.

"Hey Cindy, what's up?"

"I can't just say hello? Are you too much of a celebrity to spend time with me?"

"Excuse me if the school administrators didn't put us in any classes together."

"Ha ha, what do you have next?"

"English with Edwards. You?"

"Same."

"Well, what a coincidence."

She leaned up and kissed him.

"You're silly, Mr. Neutron."

"Same to you, Ms. Vortex."

The two walked into the classroom together and sat next to each other.

The bell rang and Mr. Edwards walked in.

"Hello scholars, my name is Mr. Edwards." He said with a flamboyance that suggested way too much coffee. "I hope you're ready for a fun filled year of English!"

The whole class groaned; clearly this wasn't the response Mr. Edwards wanted but his overly large smile wasn't phased.

"What we're studying this exciting first semester is the tragedies of William Shakespeare. In Shakespearean tragedies they are normally divided into 5 acts, the 1st act is the exposition, the 2nd act is rising action, 3rd act is normally the act where things go from bad to worse…"

Jimmy stopped listening; he looked over at Cindy, why did he life seem to feel like a Shakespearean tragedy, nothing ever went right for too long in his life

"You think your life is a tragedy now Jimmy?"

"So, you're back, what's your new plan?"

"You're wit seems to be increasing."

"Why can't you just crawl up in your grave and die?"

"A wandering soul cannot rest Jimmy, I can never rest until I take revenge on you."

"Well then, I hope you don't intend on resting anytime soon because I don't intend on dying anytime soon."

"You underestimate me Jimmy, I've had nothing to do but plan my revenge for all this time, I've studied every aspect, calculated everything."

"You underestimate me Sterch, didn't you learn I'm resourceful."

"I learned you're an arrogant brat"

"Touché, my friend, touché."

"Very funny Jimmy."

Jimmy didn't respond, somehow Sterch was boring him, the analytical Sterch was a lot less fun to mess with then crazy Sterch; tempting death, was he sure he wasn't going insane?

"Oh you don't know insane Jimmy."

"You again? Listen, you're boring me, do something interesting."

"Quit that psychological mumbo jumbo."

"What? Loosing your cool? Already? Sterch, you're loosing your touch."

"You have no idea what I have in store for you, arrogant boy."

He didn't respond, Sterch was boring him, and everyone was staring at him.

Mental note, he thought to himself, never loose track of the lecture because the voices in your head are talking to you. He must be going insane, he thought.

"Jimmy," Cindy was whispering to him. "He asked you about the elements of a Shakespearean tragedy."

"Thanks." He whispered.

He recited the elements to Mr. Edwards; thankful he'd already learned them.

Ignoring the urge to talk more with Sterch's voice in his head or even just to think to himself, he listened to Mr. Edwards lecture.

After the class was over Jimmy walked out with Cindy.

"What do you have next?"

"Geometry, you?"

"Bio."

"With who?"

"Davis."

"She's a bitch, I'll warn you."

"Ha ha, very nice."

"Well, I'll see you later."

"Yeah, can I come over after school?"

"Of course you can, you don't even have to ask, you know that."

"Lately you've been acting funny, I feel like we're just friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend, you haven't called me or even given me a kiss in weeks."

He leaned down and kissed her. "I'm sorry, things have just been complicated."

"Oh come on Jimmy, you can tell me what's really up."

"I'll tell you this afternoon."

He walked away towards his next class.

If only I could tell her, he thought, but she wouldn't understand, she'd think I'm insane.

"Are you sure you're not already insane?"

"Playing psychoanalysis now?"

"Have you ever thought about it? Hearing voices in your head, responding to them; does any of that sound sane to you"?

"This coming from Mr. Insanity himself, I think you should practice what you preach."

"Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy, I truly failed to teach you anything, didn't I?"

"You taught me to hate the name Sterch."

"And yet, you cringe when you say my name, you fear me."

"You wish, I've seen scarier things than you in my toilet."

"Then why is it that right now, you're scared"?

"I'm not."

"Please Jimmy, you think I'm dumb, I can tell you are."

"Fine, think that."

Sterch was seriously starting to annoy him, couldn't he get a moment's peace?

He walked into geometry, his head still buzzing, why wouldn't Sterch shut up, his head was buzzing louder, he felt like he was going to fall over, his head was starting to ache. His whole world was starting to spin, then everything went dark, maybe he was dead, he felt peaceful.

Suddenly a bright light was shining on him, was that the bright light? Was he dead?

He opened his eyes, but the gates of heaven weren't in front of him. Something even better was, it was Cindy's face, her emerald green eyes as radiant as ever.

"Hey there Jimmy." She said.

"You blacked out," Sheen said. "It was seriously cool."

"No it wasn't," Kelly said. "You were yelling and twitching, it was seriously creepy."

"I'm confused."

"You passed out in the hall, then you started twitching and yelling about the book of shadows."

Jimmy felt a shiver down his spine; this was too creepy.

"Guys," He said, gulping. " I think I'm going crazy."

"What do you mean Jimmy?" Sora asked.

"I mean I hear Sterch's voice in my head, and it responds to me."

"Oh come on Jimmy." David said.

"I'm serious, I honestly think I'm going insane, crazier things have happened."

"Jimmy, hearing voices and responding to them is crazier than most things."

"I told you, I'm going insane, I think I've been going insane since the summer when these things first started happening."

"Have you been hearing the voices since then?"

"Give or take, and the dreams, I'm going insane."

"Jimmy, you know that the mind works in strange ways"

"I thought that, but this isn't normal, I think even a text book or psychoanalysis would say I'm crazy."

The school nurse walked up. "All of you, clear out, he needs his space."

All of them walked out.

"Now, my boy." She said walking up to the side of his bed. She put a thermometer under his tongue. "You say you're going insane."

He nodded, unsure of where this conversation was going.

"Everyone, including myself, knows your story, and let me tell you, what you're going through could be severe mental shock, hardly insanity."

He didn't care what she was saying, he'd heard it all before and he didn't care anymore, people liked comforting him for being insane, it all seemed like the same old sympathy you saw on TV. "Oh doctor she's going insane." The nurse would say. Then after she'd totally lost it, her family and friends would lean over the bed and speak in quiet, calm voices how everything would be ok, and who really gives a crap, the insane people know they're insane, no reason to pretend they don't know and act like their little kids.

The nurse finished her speech and he nodded trying to please her. She took the thermometer out.

"You're running a very high fever, but don't worry, your parents are already on their way."

Oh great involve his parents too; he knew how they would react. "Hugh call a doctor" "No sugar booger, I'll use the latest in maniac mallards magazine to cure old Jimbo."

He had to be going insane, he just knew it, there was no other explanation.

Somewhere, deep in the recesses of his mind, he heard laughing, joyful, maniacal laughter.

The plot thickens. I have no idea when the next chapter will be up, so why not give me your opinions, complaints, criticisms or praise, all in the form of a review.