posted: august 11, 2016

Chapter 5: I'm NOT a Healer

"You cannot heal me, You are not a healer"

-REmoved, film

"Daddy?" An older chubby man pause, and slowly turned to look at the boy who had called him 'Daddy.' Didn't he like being called 'Daddy' from an such an graceful little child. On his drunken face, especially on his drunken eyes, there was an undiluted anger, an anger that has been morphing into rage, for much too long. "Daddy, today is my birthday. Today I'm eight."

"Really?" said the older man with a creepy smile, "And, do you know what happen to little boys that turns eight?" The little boy shrug his shoulders in excitement, his daddy never gave him a present before.

"Well, let me show you."

"Hello?" I said for the 3rd time on the phone. Someone definitely had answered it, but wasn't speaking. Foley went straight to typing unclear words and numbers on his computer, trying to find the persice location of the person on the other side of the line. "Um," I said, trying to not make DP hang up, "It's Dash, Dash Baxter." I gave Mason a nervous look, and she shook her head as to continue. "I want to talk with you. Where's Kwan?"

Ring around the rosy,

Pocket full of posies,

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Ring around the rosy,

Pocket full of posies,

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

"What the fuck? What's your problem man? Fucking talk to me you psychotic freak."

Ring around the rosy,

Pocket full of posies,

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

"Did you like your present?" Tears came falling down from the little boy's eyes. He didn't like his present. His Daddy was a mean, mean, man. He didn't like how he was pushed, he didn't like what he was forced to do, he didn't like where he was touched.

"Daddy, it hurt." screamed the boy, "Daddy I told you it hurt, why didn't you stop." The man laugh and mocked his son's screaming and crying. However, his crying soon became annoying and uncontrollable. The man grab his naked son by his back, and threw him back into the small closet, but there was something missing. "Daddy where's Jazzy?

"The big man took her," stated the man, "I don't think she going to come back." The young boy remember that man, he didn't like him. He wretch of cigarettes and blood, and he didn't like how he looked at his sister.

"What's gonna happen to Jazzy? I want Jazzy! I want Jazzy!" The boy continue to scream the whole night, and to make him quite for a few minutes at a time, the man would pour beer on his head, drowning his screams and giving his son a taste of distraction.

"Little Jasmine is leaving, she left just like your bitchy mother."

The little boy held the happy house charm, tightly in his hands, and cried the rest of the night.

"Please tell me you got it Foley," I said wiped out, "anything, an address, a clue, or something."

"Yeah," Tucker replied, "give me a second, and I should have the caller's location in a few." Tucker was furiously typing on his computer, and Danny and Sam where where sitting on the floor, not talking or even making eye contact with each other. Danny was still playing with his blue ping ball. "This doesn't seem right."

"What is it? Did you get a location?" I said frantically.

"Yeah...DP... He's here."

"What do you mean he's here?" stood up Danny.

"The call," continued Foley, "whoever answered it used a featured phone in this house, like a house phone or something."

"But DP was texting us, so he had to be using an iPhone or Android or some kind of smart phone." stated Sam.

"Maybe I didn't call DP, did we use the wrong number?" I ask.

"No," answered Tucker, "eh, Danny, by any chance do you have a working house phone the nobody uses?"

Danny looked at Foley for a few minutes, before exiting the room and rushing down the stairs to a basement. There revealed a large room, that was looked to be recently trashed. "UGHH FUCKKK!" Danny yelled, he dropped to floor where a white coiled telephone was found. On of the walls, there was red paint, a message, from a unfriendly blackmailer.

cheaters never win. -DP

"He really thinks this is some fucking game." Danny yelled. His eyes glowed a neon green, his hair turned snow white, and hands brighten up before blasting the phone into a million pieces. He fell to knees and used his hands to support him.

"Danny," I said, gently wiping the dirt of a small picture frame. In the fame, there was a picture, a small boy who resembled Danny, and an slightly older girl with red hair, and the same icy blue eyes as Danny. "Who's this?"

Foley and Manson came behind to see the picture I was holding in my hands. Danny didn't turn around or get up from sitting on the dirty and destroyed basement floor. His eyes were no longer green, and his hair was no longer snow white. The only answer I received from him was deep breaths, and his hands violently running down his hair.

"She looks like you." Sam said softy, after moments of silence.

"Her.. name.. is... Jazz," Danny said, with a pause in between each word, "that's my sister." It was clear that this wasn't Danny's first mental breakdown. He was so sick, both mentally and physically. How could no one ever see how much this boy is hurting? How couldn't his friends see it? Why didn't I see it?

"What happen to her?"

He wanted to stop the pain, the pain that was growing in his mind, for much too long. This will help. This will end it. This will end him. But the pain didn't stop. It was still there, but continued to grow. It grew, but worse then ever. It wasn't til the morning after when when the teen realized why he wasn't gone, and why the pain hasn't stop.

He felt the pain of death without actually dying.

im starting to get bored of this game :( let's change the rules a bit. *new picture message*-DP

This will be updated to give a little more details cause i'm not really happy with the way this chapter came out. Note this is the LAST chapter in which I would be writing mini flashbacks of Danny's past. I want to make this story short but maybe I'll make it long. This story should be 10-15 chapters long, so DP's identity is going to be reveal soon (: -stars of light-