On The Way Down
Summary: Sam's lost her mind. Danny's trapped in a world beyond his comprehension. The strange thing is the one link between them is an empty notebook.
Rating: PG-13 for mature themes and language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, Butch Hartman does. I do not own On The Way Down, Ryan Cabrera does.
Waiting, suffocating, no direction.
World at Large,
You won't believe how long I sat there staring at the page wondering if I should write this down. I mean, what if I am going crazy? This would be like a signed confession to that wonderful fact. But I want to remember it even if it was a dream, or a nightmare. I'm not quite sure which to call it. I blame that injection, but I'm not telling anyone. 'Cause if they take me off it, then I may not see him again.
I don't know what time I went to sleep, probably before eleven cause that's usually what time Katie starts snoring. So it was before that. I don't remember how it started but I do remember running from something, I couldn't tell you what it was. But then I got chased into this dark room and the door got locked. I know this sounds like a generic, B-rated horror movie, but it's what happened. And then I hear breathing. I wasn't really scared. There wasn't anything going on that hadn't happened loads of times when we were ghost hunting. (Though, then usually Tucker and Danny were locked in the room with me.) And that's when it happened.
I decided to go wandering around looking for an exit. I know, not bright, but I am not responsible for stupid decisions made by dream Sam. Anyway, so I'm wandering around in this pitch black room, arms stretched out, like a total idiot. And I keep walk around till I trip over something. I scream and the thing gasped. I landed flat on my face and scraped the bottom of my right cheek.
So I'm lying there, trying to figure out if I broke anything. (Another thing I frequently had to do ghost hunting.) And suddenly there's this hand on my back. I screamed again and the thing shushed me. So what did I do? I screamed louder. I mean, I'm not going to cooperate with whatever it was. Yeah, "Excuse me, victim, could you be quiet?" Oh I'm sorry, Mr. Demon-monster-thing, how inconsiderate of me!
Well so anyway the thing grabs me and makes me sit up. And I'm struggling of course so I kick it and it backs of. That threw me for a moment. I mean what kind of monster in a nightmare backs off after you kick him once? A pretty pathetic one, that's for sure. So I paused for a moment. I bit my lip for a second and asked for some reason, "Who's there?"
There wasn't an answer. I don't know if I was expecting one or not, honestly. I just asked. I don't know what I was thinking. Well, actually I wasn't thinking. There's the honest truth. But suddenly there was this light. I threw my arm over my eyes, but it still hurt to see light that fast without warning. So I'm sitting there with my eyes covered so if the thing wants to kill me I'm a sitting duck.
But nothing happened. Oh, believe me, I sat there for forever waiting for it to. My eyes slowly adjusted and I took my arm down. And sitting across from me was this crumpled form. The first thing I noticed about it was how sickly thin it was. You could make out the bones in the neck and it's arms were so twiggy that it was gross. I mean, I've seen anorexics before. There's quiet a few of them here, but this was more like seeing a third world child than an anorexic.
His hair was matted with blood and dirt. It was then I crawled over next to him. It was this felling of pity that made me do it, that heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach. Like that feeling that you get when you see a mom at K-mart scream and grab her kid by the elbow. You feel like you need to do something, you just don't know what.
There was a dirt floor in the cell he was locked in, I remember that. But nothing else about the scene is coming back to me. I can't even tell you what kind of light source it was. I really didn't care. I mean, it was a dream. I'm actually amazed I remember as much as I do. But what I do know is that I totally know the boy that was staring back at me.
I would recognize Danny anywhere but it was the pain that came with realizing that was who it was that surprised me. It was killing me to see him that way, even if it was only a dream. Or nightmare, which is more likely. So now not only do I have to be the only one that remembers him. The drug that is supposed to be making this easier is making it worse. Either that or the drug doesn't work and this is something I created on my own.
All I know was the haunted look in his eyes scares me. His face was all cut up and bruised, like he was being beaten badly. And his right cheekbone had been re-shaped slightly. Like it was broken or had been broken. It wasn't my Danny. My Danny was always smiling, even when it hurt. He would always tell me that it wasn't that bad. And to top it all of this Danny had to ask me who I was. That is not my Danny. I hate this drug.
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