Oh god. I just realised I changed point of view – at first it was first person and now it is third person. I apologise. I like third person better. I think I'll stick with third person. But I apologise… After all, my other two stories that I'm currently writing are in third person and it just get so confusing. But yeah, from now on it should hopefully stay as third person.

Haha, I've got so many new word documents under random names, I forget which ones I use for which stories. Like I've got one titled "intentionally right blank" that I made ages ago that I use for Fenton to Phantom, and this one is called intentionally left right blank, and I have another one under vortex of deception, and then I have one for changing their fate called just an untitled doc and then… must I continue? I'm just stalling. I've been getting distracted each time I go to write this. Like, I was just randomly playing chords on my guitar before, and now I'm doing this, and I was eating cheesecake… which was amazing :) But I must concentrate.
And guys? I know I've done it with my other three stories but I'm going to continue until something actually happens…

Review. Review or the next chapter, the chapter with more of Danny in it, will not come. And that would make you very sad now, wouldn't it? Cry? Oh wow I love the Hush Sound.

Haha. Anyway, not kidding here, I need your reviews.

Vortex of Deception

Chapter Four

"Jessica," she whispered to herself the next day. It had a certain ring to it. She smiled as she glanced into the mirror, admiring her appearance for the first time she had awoken.

Her hair was long and a bright orange colour. It was naturally straight and thin. Her eyes were an unusual colour – purple – but she loved them. She was starting to think that purple might have been her favourite colour once. She had pale skin and wasn't overly skinny – she wasn't sure how, but her family had fed her while she was in a coma. It all confused her so much.

She hadn't even remembered going to sleep last night or even changing into her silky pyjamas. It must be a result of the amnesia, she told herself.

She knew that she'd had a dream, a powerful dream during the night but for some reason she could not remember what it was. Every time that she tried to think about it, her head went fuzzy and her world began to spin. She decided that it was best to just let the dream go – after all, it wasn't like it was reality or anything. This here, this life that she was living was reality.

"Oh, Jessie, you're awake." The person speaking was an unfamiliar male. She wasn't sure if it was her brother Ben or someone else. Instead of replying, she smiled weakly.

He grasped her hand and whispered, "It's me, Ben."

She nodded slightly, showing that she could understand. She didn't feel up to talking – she would've liked to have a drink, though. She was parched, which made talking an impossibility for her.

"I'm so glad. I'd loved to stay and chat with you about what's happened over the past four years, but I really must leave. I've been ordered to go to the town over and retrieve supplies. You know what it's like, living in a remote town. I'll probably return in a few days, though. I love you," he planted a kiss on her forehead and walked out of the room.

She smiled at his hurried conversation with her. She froze with shock. Ben had just told her that he'd like to talk with her about what had happened over the past four years, while Izzy had told her that she'd been in a coma for five years. So who was right and who was wrong? Had someone just made a silly mistake?

Yes, that's probably it.

It wasn't as if they'd be making up the whole story about Jessie falling into a coma. After all, they had proof that she had been in a coma – she knew deep inside that she'd been asleep for a very long time. And that was basically the same as being in a coma. Perhaps Ben just didn't think it had been that long.

Jessie looked around herself eagerly. She needed something to drink, and she was pretty sure that she had remembered… what was his name… her mate leaving a cup of water on her bedside table sometime yesterday. She felt awful – she still couldn't remember what the one who had fallen in love with her was called. Yet she didn't find it difficult to remember her sister's or her brother's name. Confusing.

And just as she'd expected, there was a cup of water on the bedside table. She leapt eagerly for it and pulled it to her lips. She ignored the cramps and aches in her body as she guzzled the water down. Unfortunately, the water didn't completely sate her thirst. She groaned as she heard her stomach rumble – she was hungry too.

She knew she wouldn't be able to walk, so how was she possibly going to survive? If she had an attendant it would be just that little bit easier, but she wasn't so lucky. Instead she would have to sit where she was and starve to death. It would've been easier if she'd died while in a coma.

There was a knock at the door and Jessie jumped. It was unexpected and had interrupted her thoughts. "Come in," she croaked, still unused to speaking.

The door was opened and a delicious smell wafted in. Once again there was soup, but sitting on another place was a hunk of bread. Jessie's mouth watered as she thought about that food. It was after she had examined the dishes that the person was carrying that she actually looked to see who it was. It was a middle aged man who she didn't recognise. What a change. I can't wait until I actually recognise someone.

"Jessie," he greeted her with a nod as he came closer and handed her the bowl of soup. It was pumpkin flavoured. "I doubt you will recognise me as we weren't particularly close before the attack. I am Robert, your teacher."

She blew on the soup as her eyes took the man in. He was slowly going bald, and half of his hair was grey. He had many wrinkles and dull grey eyes. She understood why he was a teacher – he looked like an extremely boring person. "Mm," she muttered as she dunked a hunk of bread into the soup and ate it – delicious.

"I've been sent to just remind you of all those things that you may have forgotten whilst in your coma and to answer any questions that you may or may not have." He continued, his eyes boring into hers.

"Go ahead," Jessie muttered as she continued to eat.

The teacher, Robert, pulled a chair over and placed it next to Jessie's bed. He slumped back in it and took off his glasses as if he were planning on going to sleep. "So, where to start?" He asked himself as he folded his arms.

"Well," he began. He seemed to be stalling. "First of all, the year is 2012. I'm not sure what you've been told by your siblings or your mate, but I'll just cover all of the basic information that I think you need to know. You've been in a coma for five years. In that time many things have changed.

"For a start, the head of the village – the person who makes the decisions – has changed. It used to be your father, back before he was killed in a heroic fight with some wild wolves. And then your oldest brother, Ned, replaced him. Now it is a local lad named Ollie. You and him used to be best friends when you were but wee little things.
"We're not too close with the outside world, us here at Mazdan. But one thing we know of is the ghosts. Now, this may seem unbelievable, but many of the surrounding towns are infested with ghosts. We escaped because we were able to fight them off. If anyone ever left this place though, well, they were brutally murdered and their remnants were left in our meeting area. Was a terrible shame.
"Ghosts are evil. They cannot be trusted. None of them, none at all, despite what they may look like, are to be trusted. Only us humans are the trustworthy ones, you got that? These ghosts are menaces to us all. I want you to keep that in mind in the future, okay? But there was one particularly pesky ghost that roamed a town nearby, a town called Amity Park.

"This ghost was Danny Phantom."

Jessie stopped shovelling the soup into her mouth as she heard the name. It sent a shock through her body – it was so familiar, and something important was connected to it. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared wide eyed at the old man. Who was Danny Phantom, and why was he the cause of such an outrageous reaction?

"Oh, you look terrified dear. You must remember all the stories of this horrid ghost. But don't you worry, child. Danny Phantom is dead." Robert assured her.

Jessie stared at him. Her body felt cold and frozen, though she did not know why. She felt tears filling her purple eyes and spilled over. She touched one hesitantly as it made its way down her soft cheek. Why was she crying? And what was this emotion that she was feeling, an emotion that made her think that she had been broken in half?

"Jessica? Jessie, you okay mate?" Robert asked. Then, he seemed to begin sweating. "Oh Christ," he muttered before saying a string of words that sounded… dirty to Jessie. She ignored him as he jumped out of his seat in panic.

Jessie looked up as she heard a banging sound coming from the door. Seconds later, it was knocked down and a group of soldiers swarmed into the room. Hang on a minute… soldiers? That's odd. Sam watched in fright as they hauled the pathetic, crumpled teacher to his feet and dragged him out of the room.

What did he do to deserve such horrid treatment? Sam wondered curiously, though she felt no emotions for the old man, not even pity.

She watched as the soldiers left the room with his blubbering body in their grasp. As soon as they had left, her sister walked into the room. She didn't look happy – instead she looked powerful and determined, and perhaps slightly angry.
"You married Ollie," Jessie concluded as she noticed the crown of bronze wire that adorned Izzy's head.

"Yes," Izzy answered coldly as she came and took the seat that Robert had previously occupied. Two attendants came in after her, one grasping a helmet and the other a bow and arrow.

"What did Robert do wrong?" Jessie was still crying, she noticed with a shock.

"He told you the wrong thing. But no matter, my darling sister. We shall rid you of that horrible emotion that you must be feeling right at this moment, okay? We'll make you forget that this ever happened. Does that sound okay?"

Jessie just nodded. She felt awful and would do anything to return to her happy, curious self. Izzy took the empty soup bowl from her and placed it on the small table.
"Just relax, Jessie," Izzy commanded as the attendants stepped closer towards her. Jessie thought that she could hear a faint sound coming from a nearby room but ignored it. "We're just going to put this helmet on you. You're not going to be hurt,"

Izzy took the bow and arrow from one of the attendants while the other placed the helmet on Jessie's head. The sound that I can hear is screaming, she realised.
"What are you doing to Robert?" She asked in horror.

Izzy just smiled in response and aimed the arrow at her heart. Jessie tensed up but before she could move out of the way, Izzy let the arrow loose. Even as it pierced Jessie's heart, she could still hear the tortured screams of her teacher.

Never again did she come face to face with Robert.

Man, this chapter totally killed me. Since I had no idea what would happen, I just really didn't want to write it. I kept getting distracted, but finally it is done :) The reason I got through it is because Steph, the mushroom that has returned to me, suggested that I plan it out :) And when I started to plan it out, i was trying to think of what Robert would tell her about the ghosts, and then I thought, oh my god, he can tell her about Danny Phantom and then the rest figured itself out :) I wanted to have a more dramatic end to this chapter, but I'm satisfied. I'll live with it.

Please, review. Give me your ideas. I'm stuck. I've got the last part of the story figured out, but until then I need to fill out a certain amount of chapters. And I want them to be as interesting as possible. So, as I asked before, tell me!

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