Chapter 5. Yes this one is chapter 5 even though I accidentally labeled the last one 5. So, I Don't Love You, right here. Lemme just say this may be short. And that damn writer's block re-appeared so yeah. Also I was having some problems with the uploader all last week so that's why it took extra long.R&R plz!
"Danny?"
Dan moaned as he opened his eyes. There was a black blur standing over him. When it finally came into focus a few seconds later, it was Sam.
"Oh, good, you're awake." She gave him a hug and Dan inhaled her scent. So amazing.
"You were talking while you were unconscious. Something about where you were…?"
Dan sighed in relief, "So it was only a dream." Dan sat up in his bed; he was now attached to a heart monitor.
"It's just a precaution." Sam referred to the machine. "I'm gonna go tell them you're awake."
She squeezed his hand then walked out of the room. Dan rubbed his head, or was it a dream? It just seemed so real, it couldn't possibly be a dream. Maybe I was…just for a few minutes… His thoughts were interrupted when Sam returned with the red-haired nurse. The nurse walked over next to his bed and turned off the machine, also detaching the cords.
Sam pulled up a chair next to his bed, "So what was only a dream?"
Dan didn't want to upset her by telling her, so he changed the subject.
"I missed you."
"Danny, please."
"Why didn't-." He watched as the nurse exited out the door. "Why didn't you come?"
"I just – it – it was too painful. I hate seeing you hooked up to machines or knocked out or -." She looked over at his calendar, then down at her hands. He reached out and held them in his.
"But you're here now."
"You passed out on the street! I couldn't just leave you there! I- I-." Tears were welling up in her eyes.
"It's okay."
There was silence for a few minutes in the room and two things spinning around Dan's mind; the dream and Sam. And he had to tell someone about his theory with his dream.
"Do you really want to know what my dream was?" He asked.
Sam nodded.
"It was a parade. A Black parade. A parade of death. I was in the Land of the Dead and I meet this conductor named Death. He was a skeleton, actually the whole parade was skeletons, dead people. And -."
"Danny stop."
"But I don't think it was a dream. I think it actually happened only it was on a different plain. Like it had something to do with my spirit."
"Danny, no it was just a dream. " Sam began to shake her head.
"No you don't get it. It was, well, it's hard to explain, but the man said I wasn't dead, and-."
"Stop it! Just stop!" Sam yelled.
Dan let go of her hands; he'd gone too far.
"Don't talk like that! I don't want to hear about some stupid dream about you being with dead skeletons and parades and Land of the…" She stood up. "This is why I didn't visit. You always end up talking about death and how many days and- ugh!" She began to run out the door.
"No, Sam." Dan got out of his bed and stood up. "Wait!"
Sam looked back though the door way and shook her head, tears streaming down her face. Then she ran down the hallway.
"Sam!" Dan yelled out the door, but she kept running. "I love you." He mumbled. He shuffled back to his bed and sat down and held his head in his hands.
"Way to go, Dan. You pushed it. And you made her leave." He told himself.
A small tear trickled down his cheek.
Dan – "Well, when you go
Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay
And maybe when you get back
I'll be off to find another way"
He got up and walked over to the window. It was still raining. He looked down onto the street and saw a black dot with a red umbrella run out of the entrance.
"And after all this time that you still owe
You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out
While you can."
He turned away from the sight of outside and stared at a vase of flowers he'd gotten a few days ago. They were wilted.
"When you go
Would you even turn to say
"I don't love you
Like I did
Yesterday"."
He returned to his bed and laid down with his hands behind his head, now staring into the blank whiteness of the ceiling.
"Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you
Down and out
It's where you oughta stay."
He rolled over and looked at a picture on his nightstand. Naturally it was of Sam.
"And after all the blood that you still owe
Another dollar's just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Better get up
While you can
Whoa, whooa
When you go
Would you even turn to say
"I don't love you
Like I did
Yesterday"."
He hesitated but took out a key and opened the bottom drawer. He removed a small red jewelry box and flipped it open and exposed a ring.
"When you go
Would you have the guts to say
"I don't love you
Like I loved you
Yester-
day-ay-ay!"
He tossed it back in the drawer and slammed it shut.
"I don't love you
like I loved you
yester-
day-ay-ay!
I don't love you like I loved you yesterday!"
He turned onto his stomach and covered his head with a pillow. Tears streamed down his face and he slowly, slowly, drifted off to sleep.
Okay yes a lil' short. And I know it may seem like im making up excuses but I really am sorry I can't get these up fast enough. Truth be told im actually beginning to lose interest in writing this so I'll try my best to get to the end. Til next chapter, (which has some evil in it.) DDH