A.N. Yay new Chapter I am so happy that I received a review and LililolipopD I have to tell you that this isn't even the saddest thing that I have planned I have a few new OC's in the Freak show that when thinking about the future chapters I have started welling up with tears and my twin is a witness. But other than that I still need to update Forced meeting upon other things that I still want to post but those will have to wait till I get more into this one so yeah nothing else much to say other than...

I am a Butterfly! ^.^

Disclaimer: Idea behind this fanfic is not mine the original plot and characters all belong to Darren Shan

Chapter 2

Jaiden was practically pushing down the hall as my thoughts focused on many things at once, mainly my dream, what my mother said, and then there was what Brett wanted to show me during first hour. Then it hit me how was he going to show me anything in first hour if the teacher has eyes on the back of her head.

"So are you as excited about tonight's game as I am?" Asked Jaiden as we finally reached our lockers half of what she said didn't register to me. I nodded half paying attention, but Jaiden being who she is could tell and slammed her locker, pulling me out of my distracted state.

"Brook, did you even hear me?"

I was about to nod than thought against it. "Sorry Jai, my mind is on other things right now." Jaiden let out a sigh and rested her hand on my lower back, leaning against me.

"I guess you don't care about tonight's game at all." She said as she removed her hand and stared me in the eyes. Realization showed in her eyes. "Or are you not coming any more?" She asked, I looked to the ground and she knew she was right. A few seconds passed before I heard a huff, a muttered 'Fine', and then footsteps receding away from me. When I looked up I was alone with the exception of the few stragglers who will remain in the halls till right as the bell rings.

Not wanting to be late for first hour I ran through the halls, reached the class ten seconds before the bell rang and sat in front of my blank easel just as the bell rang. Ms. Atkinson made her way to the center of the easels taking role while yelling at the three students who came in late. Brett, sitting to my right, tapped my elbow and when I looked at him smiled Once everyone was seated Ms. Atkinson began walking around the room saying one of her usual 'pep' talks that she usually gives,

"The purpose of this class is to paint what is in your heart, and" She paused after knocking over my pile of things I had stacked between Brett and myself. Ms. Atkinson gazed at the objects on the ground a frown displayed on her face.

"Ms. Bristow you know my view on distractions." I nodded and bent down to pick them up and restack them and smiled when I saw Brett's hands join mine to help me. My smile disappeared when Brett's hands reached for my journal that my shrink gave me. I grabbed it out of his hand, not wanting him to read it, and finished picking the stuff up my self while behind me Ms. Atkinson Continued now that the distraction was fixed.

"To paint what is in your heart and to capture your true essence to put out in the open for every one to see." and with that we were given time to paint 'whatever is in our hearts' I watched as every one started painting and yet when ever I put the brush to paper all I could picture were the flaming spikes that sent the orange haired man from my dreams to pain and death.

I placed my head in my hands and groaned, not only did Jaiden hate me, but now that Brett has seen the journal distinctly read on the cover in giant bold letters

*Brook's Shrink Journal*

The only reason it had that written on it in the first place is because I first received it as a kid and was at the age where I wrote or drew in anything so now because of a childish error like that Brett knows my secret and probably thinks I am crazy. I look over at him through the spaces between my fingers and he catches my eye and smiles than mouths a simple sorry.

I smile nod in acknowledgement and am about turn back to my blank easel, with one less thing on my mind, but the flames and spikes and yell of pain are still in my head so I give in to the dream and allow it to take form on paper. The rest of the class was completely silent with the exception of coughs and sneezes, as well as Ms. Atkinson's exclamations claiming that a picture needed more depth into the heart, or more feeling.

She was a few people away from me and the place where the orange haired man face was supposed to be remained blank. I began freaking out over the detail and when Ms. Atkinson was a single person away from me the bell rang. Usually I hate the bell for ruining my concentration or train of thought with a picture but this time I gladly sat up and raced out the door happy to be away from the critiques eyes.

I practically raced down the hall away from the class as well as the painting and stopped when I heard Brett yelling after me.

"Sorry Brett." I apologized once he caught up to me panting.

"That's fine but I forgot to show you that thing."

I turned my head to the side drawing a blank on what he was talking about. Brett unaware of my confusion pulled his hand out of his pocket and handed me a piece of paper that was slightly thicker than most paper was and had a glossy feel to it, like you would feel with a poster.

I pushed my glasses up as I examined the paper, which I was right in guessing that it was a poster or in this case a flyer. But that wasn't it this flyer looked exactly like the one that I received in my the beginning of the dreams. I stared at it not even reading the words as I took in the details of the designs and was only slightly aware of Brett shaking my shoulder.

My hands started shaking and I felt nauseous, I crumpled the the flyer and let it drop from my hand. I wasn't even aware of anything else around or the fact that Brett and I were the only ones in the hall now. I was slightly aware that Brett had a hold of my still horribly shaking hand and was leading me through the halls.

I probably snapped out of my fear induced daze when I realized that i was being led to the main office, or most likely the Nurses Office. I dug my heels in just out side the door and pulled my hand free, Brett turned and stared at me a million questions in his gaze.

"Brett I'm sorry but I am fine now." I was practically lying through my teeth and by the look he was giving me he could tell. He reached his hand out and firmly grabbed mine pulling me into the office. The two of us were met with the confused stares of the secretary but one look at me and she called in the school nurse.

Mrs. Carillo came in and led me into her office while placing a strip across my forehead for taking my temperature. In her office she sat me down on the cot in the corner and turned to Brett who followed us in here.

"Mr. Everett can you please tell me what happened?" she asked in a calm monotone voice, Brett fidgeted in his spot and sent a wary glace to me. Slowly he pulled the crumpled flyer from his pocket and explained what happened.

Mrs. Carillo stared at the flyer and then sighed. "First off, as much as I would like to know where you received the flyer I will just save that for later, Secondly, I would just like to make it clear to you how much displeased I am that you brought such a flyer to this school." she paused and turned to me taking in my trembling form and sighing,

"But what I truly want to know is what you were doing outside of class showing Ms. Bristow such a flyer." Brett was shocked that, that was all she wanted to know. I knew that she was aware of my 'condition' as she called it and she read the journal so she knew why the flyer set me off, but Brett didn't because I never wanted my friends to know.

Mrs. Carillo sighed and went to her desk to retrieve something, when she turned I saw two pass slips in her hand she handed one to Brett and then turned to me. "Brook knowing you, you aren't going to sit in here nicely so I will allow you to go to class but if your condition gets worse I want you to come straight here."

I nodded took the slip of paper in my hand and stood up happy that, that was all she said. Before Brett and I even made it out of her office she added almost as a side note. " And neither of you had better be planning on going to that show."

With that behind us and her calm but looming words in our head we made it out into the hall and silently walked to out next classes, about midway I stopped and sighed, Brett noticed and stopped mid step.

"Brook what's wro-" he stopped when he saw the notebook that I took hid away from him first hour. "Brook its fine if you don't want me to see it." I shook my head.

"It's fine but I don't want you telling Jaiden or Taylor cause neither of them know," I stopped the notebook still in my hand wondering if I should really be showing it to anyone, I shook my head to clear it of doubt and added. " If you do read it you'll see why I acted the way I did with the flyer."

Brett slowly nodded his head and tentatively grabbed a hold of the notebook probably expecting it to catch fire at his touch.

The two of us than continued making our way through the silent halls and Just before we split up to our separate classes Brett almost under his breath said.

"Kinda glad I didn't show the flyer to you this morning."

A.N. Ugh I truly hate how this chapter ended I mean it started off alright but just went down hill from there I am so sorry to those of you who agree and had wasted you precious time reading the excuse for a good chapter but I don't really even know what the bloody hell I was typing at the end. I just hope the next chapter is better.

So until next time Peace Love and Virtual Hugs. ^.^