Anyone seen Ghost of Girlfriends Past? I have. I liked it. Cheesy at times, but funny. :]
Derek's POV.
Chloe fell into Johnny's arms. He caught her and looked up wildly at me. I didn't pause. I ran straight to them and crouched down beside them. Her skin was buring like fire. She was sweating and shivering at the sane time. She cried out. I took her from Johnny. I ran into her bedroom and set her down on her bed.
"Get some ice," I snapped at Tori.
Useless. I feel useless. No doubt a ghost was doing this and there was nothing I could do about it!
"Get dad," I snapped at Simon.
He hurried out the room, shooting a worried glance at Chloe.
I looked back at her. Her hair was plastered down with sweat. Her lips were shaking. Her face was so pale! Her hands were shaking. She cried out again. I sat on the bed near her head, stroking her hair.
A breeze flew in. I smelt...blood. Oh God. I looked down at her. Blood slowly spilled out from her lips. Her arm was cut and bleeding. I looked at her other arm. A cut was forming on her arm. Like someone was cutting her right now...but no one was here...
"Johnny!" I called at him. "GET SOME TOWELS AND PLASTERS!"
Tori came running in. She froze when she saw Chloe.
"No, no, no..."
"Give me the ice, Tori," I growled. "She's burning up."
Tori quickly got a hold of herself and gave me the ice. I placed it on her forehead. Simon came back in with Dad. He looked helplessly around. Johnny charged in with some towels and plasters. We started cleaning the cuts and putting plasters on them. It was useless. More were forming. She was loosing too much blood.
When Lauren came back, she checked Chloe's temperature, re-cleaned her cuts and get getting more ice.
I took Chloe's hand. She screamed out my name.
"You going to be okay," I whispered.
I didn't even know if that was true. I don't even know what was going on!
"Liz!" Tori called, making me jump. "Liz! We need your help!"
I looked over at her. She was standing, arms on hips, before a piece of paper and pen. The pen lifted and started writing.
"Your mom and the other dead edison group all used their powers together to get Chloe. They have taken her spirit to the Darkness and are hurting her. Whatever her spirit feels, Chloe's body feels. Larisa, Eric and I are trying to get her out." Tori said, reading the paper. As she read she voice got more and more shakey. "They're trying to torture her...then they'll kill her. Then they'll come after you. It's their revenge. We are trying to get her out. Keep in touch."
The pen dropped.
"We have to do something." Simon whispered. His eyes were red and he was staring at the paper. "We can't leave her there."
"We have to try and pull her out," Johnny said grimly. "It's won't be easy."
Chloe's POV.
Light...I miss light.
It felt like years since I fell into the Darkness. Was it years? It felt like it...
Light.
My hands and feet were chained down to the floor. They were gone...for now. But they were going to come back. They always come back. They cut my arms, my legs and they burn me. They make me feel on fire. They make my insides burn. I scream for Derek but he's never here. Never here.
Derek.
Footsteps. Oh no. Please, no more. Please. Tori's mom stepped from the Darkness with the other people. The other people were the ones we had stopped two weeks ago in the fight.
Nothing ever changed. They were in the same clothes with the same hatred in thier eyes. They never carried any weapons but they still hurt me.
"Why go after me?" I breathed out once.
"Because you are the weakest. You are easier to get to and to hurt," Tori's mom had said in a matter-of-fact voice.
They were right. I was weak. I was always getting myself in danger and needed someone to save me. But there was no one here now. I had to keep fighting...But the thing was, I wasn't a good fighter.
So let's just roll over and die. Great plan. Death or fight another day?
It wasn't that, I just couldn't fight-
Couldn't or won't...?
What am I supposed to do?
Fight. Another. Day.
My inner voice was right-and annoying-but mostly right.
I gasped when the burning spread through my body again. I closed my eyes and tried to breath evenly through my mouth. I pictured light. The brightest light I had ever seen.
"My turn!" Someone snapped.
"Say's who?" Tori's mom snapped back. "I'm in control here."
"Bitch," the person muttered.
The light was bright. I stayed focus on it. The light was safe, warm. The light was home. The light was everything good. I pictured spreading the light out. I flew up from the floor. I flew straight up. When I reopened my eyes...I was standing on...clouds?
"Wh-what the-?" I span around.
"Your half way there, baby," A soft voice whispered. "You can do it."
"M-Mom?" I whispered back.
She appeared in front of me, floating slightly. She held out her hand.
"You break out from here," she told me, her eyes loving. "Your friends are helping you get out. They are using their powers. Use yours. Break free from the Darkness and trap the rest of them in there."
"But how?" I gazed at her. I so badly wanted to hug her and stay in her arms.
"The light you pictured. Focus on it, baby. It'll free you. Love and strength will save," she came down and hugged me.
"Mom," Tears spilled from my eyes. "I-I don't want to leave you."
"Oh baby. It's not time for you," she kissed my head. "You will see me, but not soon. Not too soon. Go baby. Use your power. Use your gift. Free youself."
She stepped away and disapeared. I reached out for her but it was too late. She was gone. I wiped away my tears. I had to get out...
I closed my eyes. The light was still there...but just out my reach.
"Come on, Chloe. Wake up." Derek.
Derek's voice egoed through the clouds. I smiled. Derek. Derek was my everything. He was my werewolf. My friend. My love. The thought of him made me fly. And I was.
I gasped looking down. I was flying through the clouds. I fly higher and higher and with the higher I got, the better I felt. I felt warm. I felt safe, love. I felt alive. I giggled and sailed up. I spread out my hands. A burst through a thick cloud.
I gasped again and opened my eyes.
Derek and Johnny hovered there. Tori and Simon in the background. I couldn't see Kit or Aunt Lauren but I sensed they were there.
I smiled at Derek and took his hand.
"They are gone," I told them all. "They're trapped."
I jumped out of bed. I looked down at my arms. No a scratch. I was healed. I felt great!
"Chloe?" Derek said uneasy.
"Derek," I smiled, and took his hand again. I told them everything that had happened.
"But they're gone," I giggled. "And they won't come back," I went serious. "And they were right. I am weak. Derek. I want to learn to fight."
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