The Lost One
A Danny Phantom FanFiction by Cordria
Part Five: Morning
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My eyes open, heavy and sleepy, and for a moment I can't remember what has happened. But then it all rushes back to me – the noises and the pictures and the cracks and the blackness and the tidal wave of nothingness. Jolting upright, my eyes wide with a moment of panic, I glance around my prison, looking for the blackness that had tried to swallow me whole.
The blackness is nowhere to be seen, but neither is my prison. Instead of the grey and white and black walls, there are blue ones, covered in colorful artwork – something out of a dream. Small objects dangle from the ceiling and things litter the room in a crazy, comfortable chaos. Most strangely, I find, is what I'm sitting on. It's something I've never seen before; soft and covered in bolts of warm fabric. I run my hands over the soft material, curious and fighting down the fear that's rumbling in my stomach. Where am I? Where has the blackness gone? Where has it taken me? Where is the safety of my prison?
Turning my head, I find a window – but it is nothing like the two windows from my prison. This window is big and open, a cool bit of air blowing across my face, the dark green trees easily seen beyond it. Trees that hold still and don't bob and move in those distractingly dizzy ways. I smile, pushing myself to my knees to peer out into the dark, wishing the lights would come on I he could see the pretty trees better. There is a soft light in the distance, staining the darkness with oranges and reds, but it isn't enough for me to see the beautiful colors of the trees.
Then I see the blackness beyond the trees. It surrounds this strange place, hanging high in the air. Terror claws at me for a moment, my eyes widening, my fingers bunching in the soft fabrics. Keep it away! I want to scream in fear but I don't, my voice captured and taken by the blackness. Even though I'm caught in thick fingers of panic, I see something that makes me hesitate.
Up in the blackness are millions of tiny lights that glitter and shine. There is the blackness that stole my prison and put me here – and it is so very far away. Kept back, I decide almost instantly, by the shimmering lights. I grin in relief but keep a wary eye on the blackness as I stare out the window, my mind imagining it struggling to get back to me but being trapped.
A most wondrous thing happens as time passes: the strange light in the distance grows more brightly, burning away the blackness that stalks me. The tiny lights seem to notice and disappear as well, letting the big light take over. Sun whispers through my mind but I shake my head, unwilling to accept the strange word. It doesn't take long at all before the blackness is completely banished from the world and I take a deep breath. What a fantastic place I've found, so full of light and color and stillness. It's almost peaceful and it brings a rare smile to my face.
My mind questions how I've gotten here as I wait, chin resting on my hands, watching the large light rising into the air and bringing the greens back into the trees. The blackness has brought me here, no doubt about that; it swallowed me and spit me out again. But why here? Why in this wondrously scary place? Why not back in my prison with my silver chains and my windows and my silence?
I chew my lip as thoughts stroke through me. This place, with all its wonderful, strange things… I have no idea what is about to happen and that causes tiny fingers of fear to curl in my stomach. Why can't I be back in my prison where I am safe?
A strange feeling tickles through my mind and I freeze, twisting my head to look around the room. Something warm and fizzy is growing stronger in the back of my mind, and I can hear more sounds. My breath catches in my throat, fear jumping to the forefront at this new thing. I'd be safe in my cell; what is coming? Is it the monsters that lurked beyond the blackness? What will they do to me? The rhythmic, soft sounds echo slightly as I tremble, wishing for them to go away. Isn't it enough that I've found myself in such a strange world? Do I need more things to worry about?
The loudest sound I have ever heard suddenly bangs through the room and I jump, a shriek of panic dying in my throat. "Danny, get up!" a voice yells. Terrified, I throw myself backwards and off the soft sheets of fabric, tumbling to the ground in a pile of limbs.
Then something new happens. A curious, feathery sensation riffles through me and I feel almost like I'm being pushed out of the way. Astonished, unable to comprehend what is happening, I just sit perfectly still as my mouth moves all on its own. "Okay, okay, I'm up Jazz."
The feathery thing is still pressing against me and I take another step away from it, scared. Curiosity tangles through the downy presence inside me as my eyes – ones I'm not moving – scan the ground all on their own, taking in where I've landed. Why am I on the floor? The odd voice, not really heard but definitely real, makes me jump and curl up into a smaller ball in my mind.
As my body moves, standing and walking around, collecting objects – clothes – I close my eyes and curl my arms around my head and try to imagine myself back in my comforting prison where there is no feathers, no movement, no sensations, none of this touching things I'm not telling my body to touch. I curl up tighter and tighter, feeling the silver chains back at my ankles and wrists.
Then, to my amazement, everything goes silence and still and peaceful. No blackness, no fear, nothing new. And I can finally get some sleep.
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