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~CWA

Chapter 1:

Danny:

When I opened my eyes, I took in my surroundings. I was gasping for air, but it felt like my lungs didn't need it like I didn't need to breath… Did I need to breath? I furrowed my brows and stopped breathing for a moment. I waited. I counted…. 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10… I got past 60 seconds before I realized that I really didn't need to breath. Yet, why didn't I need to breath? Breathing was important, right? It was what kept us alive.

I was on my back in a strange place. Looking around only made me feel more out of place. There was no ground, per say. Everything was purple and green. There were floating buildings, landmasses, doors…. Where was I? What was this place? I looked down at my hands- they were covered in white gloves.

Am I…in Hell?

Fear gripped me. If I was in Hell then that meant I was dead- I died… But how did I die? My brows furrowed and I tried to concentrate on my death, desperately trying to remember but I came up blank… I did remember screaming- my screaming…. But why was I screaming? A small pain formed on my stomach and I placed my hand over it. My stomach felt…bare… I looked down and nearly fell down in shock.

I was wearing some sort of skin-tight suit that was mostly black, but there was a whole in it. The hole made my torso and stomach bare, showing the scars. So many scars… Why do I have so many scars… I lightly traced one of the scars- it was shaped like a 'Y' , the top two points being at each of my shoulders and the end of it going down to my naval. Other scars lightly went over it, showing that they were a bit older than the 'Y' scar. I traced each one.

What happened to me… Better yet, who am I?

What was my name, again? How old was I? Who was I? I wasn't sure and I don't know if I wanted to know- I might not like the answers. If my heart was beating, it would be racing right now…. I looked around again- I was still alone. If it was Hell, then where was everyone? All the demons? Where was the fire? It didn't seem like Hell, but if it wasn't Hell then where was I?

I yawned…. Either way, it was tiring… I supposed that it would be okay to take a nap… Just for a little bit… I closed my eyes.

People appeared before me. One person was a woman with red hair in some type of turquoise skin-tight suit- she was smiling as the man in the orange suit had an arm around her shoulders. Between them was a girl, she wasn't my age, she seemed a bit older than me, I thought. She had long red hair and turquoise eyes that matched her headband. She was rolling her eyes at the adults and she looked towards me.

"Come on, Danny, let's get out of here… We're going to be late for school."

I saw my hand take hers.

"You have to tell them some time Danny," she whispered.

"I know," I whispered back, but I wasn't sure what she was talking about.

Why I was saying I knew something? Who was she talking about? Tell them what?

"Dudes," someone called out, "You going to walk or does someone want to ride there in style?"

We turned to see a girl- the same age as the redhead I was talking to. Except this girl had long purple hair. Her eyes were covered by yellow-tinted goggles. She had an odd metallic-looking belt on that was very thick and reminded me of machinery. She wore something similar on her arm- it took up the whole area from her wrist to her elbow. She was also riding a black motorcycle.

"You go ahead," I told the redhead, "I can walk."

"You sure, Danny?"

"I'm positive," I laughed, "She is your best friend after all."

The scene faded to black. When my sight came back, the other people were gone. I was in some type of class. There was an overweight teacher talking at the front of the class, but I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. A blue wisp escaped from my mouth. I looked around desperately.

"Go ahead dude," an African boy whispered, "We'll cover for you if you're not back by lunch."

"He's right, Danny," the black haired girl next to me whispered.

"Okay, thanks guys."

"No problem," the African boy smiled, "We're your best friends after all."

Something about them made me feel like I could trust them. The black haired girl evoked another feeling as well- a feeling I wasn't sure about.

"Besides," the girl continued, "After two years of you being a half-ghost, we got this. Now go."

I nodded to them before shooting my hand up in the air.

"Mr. Lancer, can I use the restroom?"

The scene faded again. When it came back, I was chained to some sort of table. People in white suits were standing over me.

"We know who you are, Ghost Boy… Your family and friends will pay for hiding scum like you from us…"

I woke up screaming. I clutched my chest. What was that? Who were those people? My thoughts turned into a whirlwind. Danny… they called me Danny…Is that my name? Is my name Danny? But…who were they? How did they know my name?

I clutched my head and let out a frustrated sigh. The dream was like flashback without all the details…Who were those men in the white suits? What did they do to me? What did they do to my friends? My family? What happened?

The girl, I realized, the girl…She called me a half-ghost… That's what I am, right? I'm a half-ghost… But I don't feel like a ghost, I can see myself perfectly and that doesn't explain where I am…. But she said half-ghost did that mean I'm half-dead or at least I was half-dead… I died… So does that mean that I'm…

"A ghost," I whispered, "I'm a ghost…"