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Thursday, October 25th 2007

7:26 AM

Ow. Ow. Ow.

I groaned slightly, sitting up. It feels cool in here, not cold, not hot.

Perfect.

Am I still sick?

I might be, it doesn't feel like it though.

I groaned.

The throbbing of my head wouldn't cease.

Can you hear it? Hitting me in the head over and over.

My hand rested on my head and I groaned again.

Just stop. Just stop. Please?

It wouldn't end. Another groan.

I sat up and rubbed the sand out of my eyes.

I haven't slept like that in ages.

I looked around.

Danny's room. No doubt. Posters of NASA covered the walls. To the left of me, on the floor, lay a mattress with a blanket and a pillow.

Danny must have slept th-

I cut myself off.

A knob. Turning. The door.

I writhed slightly on the bed, falling back and trying to act like I am asleep. Which, I failed at. It was the grimace of pain on my face that gave it away. I tried to stop myself from wincing, but all the throbbing felt like I was being repeatedly hit in the head.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, shaking me slightly. I groaned.

"Hey," Danny said, lightly. He sounded… different. Upset? Mad? Disappointed? I couldn't place it. I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

Danny. It's Danny. Don't mess it up.

"Hey, Danny," I said, opening my eyes. "I think my fever is gone."

He put a hand to my forehead, a slight smile on his face, "Yes, it is. You really blacked out last night. What happened to you?"

Even with a smile on his face that tone didn't waver.

"Um… I don't know. I just, I was really sick… and I couldn't get medicine so I guess it just got worse and worse and…" I frowned.

Where am I going with this? So much happened.

I'm so tired. Do I really have to tell him now?

Danny could tell I wasn't in the mood.

"Hey, its okay. We can talk about it later," He said, moving his hands away for a moment. He then sat on the bed next to me and put his hand back on my shoulder. "You need rest."

I need rest.

I need Danny.

I smiled lightly and leaned into him, my head on his shoulder. "Thanks, Danny."

He put his arm around me, not saying anything.

"Are you okay, Danny?" I asked, pulling away slightly to look at him.

"Honestly," He said, "I'm not. You came to town and you didn't even plan to say anything to me? And after I saved you a couple months ago, you just leave Amity Park and you don't even try to contact me?"

I winced, retreating away from him.

That's angry.

"What about you? It's not-" I paused.

Not thinking again.

Ow. Headache. Stop. Now.

What do I say? Yeah, I wasn't going to talk to him. That's because I thought he didn't want me.

"I didn't leave because I didn't want to see you," I said.

"Then why?" Danny asked.

I groaned silently, falling back on the bed.

"I didn't think you wanted me in your life," I whispered, staring at him. His eyes looked deflated.

"What… What made you think that?" He said quietly.

Useless.

I'm useless.

I stared at the ceiling.

"I'm a mistake," I whispered. It was so faint I'm not even sure if he heard it.

I could feel tears.

Mistake.

I am just a mistake.