Toy Story 3

So, I went to see Toy Story 3 today for my Sisters birthday, which was incidentally nearly a week ago now.

I did enjoy it. I was a little hesitant, the trailers looked really good, but I wasn't sure, especially with the load of crappy comedy movies coming out at the moment, I was a bit hesitant that it would end up like those.

I'm glad to say that those worries were for nothing. The film itself was well plotted and well executed. There were funny moments and downright sad moments.

The voice acting in this film is always superb, and the aliens will always be my favourite characters. They are just so adorable, and the funniest of the whole lot if you ask me.

So, as you probably guessed if you've read other reviews or have seen the film yourselves, half of my family broke down in tears at the end.

I was going to cry, you know at that part near the end where their all holding hands, ready to face their death. Now that was a heavy scene.

I didn't cry though. My sister did, my youngest brother did and my Mother did. My sister was practically sobbing. Especially at the part where Andy left them with that little girl.

So, I guess that's all I have time for.

It was an amazing film. Pure enjoyment. It managed to mix emotional stuff with funny stuff at the same time. I've never seen it work so well before.

So, I have one last thing to say...

Night!

The New Chapter

So I finally got around to doing it, though I had considered briefly not to.

Well, considering the time I did actually knuckle down to write it, I was getting more persuaded to just leave it for tonight. I knew I wouldn't forgive myself for leaving it for two nights in a row.

And also, considering the fact that I won't be able to write anything properly, including blog, on the dates between the 16th and the 18th of August. I'm going to London, and I won't have my computer on me!

Shame, eh?

No need to worry though. It'll all be okay. I'll take a pen and paper and start writing on pen and paper for it.

So that should keep my pretty up to date.

Without Further ado, here's the next chapter. I'm going to post the notes I did for Fictionpress, I don't have the time for typing out a whole new set...

First off, I'd like to say thanks to the reviewer who reviewed this and mentioned the mistakes, plot holes, typos and such. That really helps a lot, and with the whole fake names, thanks for pointing it out. I'll have to clear all that up when I come around to doing all the editing and stuff. I noted it at the beginning of the story as something to explain. But a HUGE thanks for the really long review. Your criticism was greatly appreciated!

Also, totally need to sort out what day everything happens on. It's really confusing. So, starting from Today, it's Wednesday, he's had a total of three therapy sessions, the one where I put into the story and two since then, so that makes it roughly about 2 weeks since the happenings in the last chapter. The reason for this was, I thought it was going ridiculously slow, and I needed to pick up the pace and I didn't need to do a whole chapter on the revelation that Danny Istari had 'returned' to the people. I might put it as a flashback in a later chapter.

Another thing I need to change the way the school operates on what subjects are taken and such. It doesn't work out right. Everything should be the other way around. So, when it comes to editing later on, that'll be changed too.

Sorry for any confusion!

Chapter 21

The news of Danny Istari’s return (which still eluded me) took the media by storm. There was a new wave of hope that gripped the city, state, country, world. Whichever.

            There was hope with anyone, but me.

            The longer I sat around, trying to learn my powers, keep up with my life, therapy, and now school was beyond, the longer they were away from me.  The faster the hope dwindled.

            Jamie had been helpful, of course, but it wasn’t quite cutting it. It was like learning English from a person who never spoke English. It just made things ten times harder when she said stuff like ‘I’m not sure how you did it, you just did’.

            It’s now Wednesday. Three therapy sessions down and I was closer and closer to that hypnosis thing that she’d mentioned in the first one. I keep bringing it up. But I’ve had an idea. I got it when I was catching up on my Junior year (my year) of schoolwork.

            The idea was, maybe, the hypnosis would work better if I went to the place where I woke up. That little ranch house.

            I hadn’t asked Mrs Connors yet. I was going to ask her in our next therapy session on Monday. She told me, if I wanted, to write down anything I was feeling, when I felt angry, sad, happy, and the reasons why. She ironically said, it would help me remember things that were happening now.

            But I was nervous about it. From the memories I’d now gotten back, I’d had a few more dreams over the last week or so. All from the time I was there, wherever there is. None of it was good. It was always torture.

            I was beginning to get really jumpy. The slightest sounds and my heart was pounding, the slightest touch and I stiffened up. I’d refused to hug my Grandmother when she’d come over to visit and see how I was doing. I was pretty sure my family were beginning to notice it too. They were worried for me.

            I’d just resorted to smoking more pot.

            What would Hayley and Jesse think of me now if they saw me? Me, in this state. I was hopeless.

            Not many magicians had shown up either. There were two or three. I’d defeated them, but it was hard. But the practice was good. I was getting better with them. I didn’t need to concentrate as much as I used to.

            One thing I hadn’t learnt about though was this tome. It appeared in most of my memories. Jamie didn’t know anything about it, and until I got my memory back, I didn’t know anything about it.

            Another thing that was chewing me out was the fact that, I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that I hadn’t had any information stored on my computer about all these magicians. Jamie said she was sure that I kept something on my computer. But I hunted every file on the computer and nothing came up. I didn’t know what else to do. According to my Mum, the only external memory I had was the one I used to for school, I searched that disk too and nothing came up on that.

            I was left with a blank. Damn memory loss. Damn magicians. Damn me.

            But I couldn’t let those thoughts consume me. Looking from my ceiling, where I had been staring, I looked at the clock and saw that the time was 6:15. It was time to get up. Not that I’d slept much that night. I was woken up by a memory again, and I wasn’t able to get back to sleep again. That was about three this morning.

            I don’t know whether I should put it down to nerves about going back to school, or the fact that my memories are haunting me.

            I would have laughed had it not been for the fact that everyone else in the house was still sleeping. Or so I thought, anyway, Jamie was in college this morning so I guessed she’d probably be waking up soon too, so I wouldn’t be alone all morning.

            I ate my breakfast slowly, hoping that the slower I moved, the slower the time would go and that I wouldn’t have to go to school then. I’d considered faking illness; Jamie said that loads of kids my age did that. She said Mom would know in an instant if I were actually sick or just ‘pulling the wool over her eyes’ as she said. I didn’t have a clue what that was supposed to mean.

            Jamie sat down opposite me and studied me. I could feel her penetrating gaze without even looking up.

            “Another memory?”

            “What gave it away?” I asked sarcastically.

            “Well, you’re up early, and it looks like you’ve spent the whole night awake.” She rationalized. Was it a good thing that your sister knew you this well? I wasn’t so sure myself.

            “Thanks for your analytical observation.” I replied, still not looking up from the cereal bowl in front of me.

By 7:30 I was all ready for school. My bag packed with all the stuff Mr Erickson told me I’d need, and my class schedule.

1. English 3
2. Maths 3
3. Biology
4. Chemistry
5. Lunch
6. Physics
7. American History
8. Computers

Seemed like a pretty boring day to me. The classes weren’t what I was worried for. I’d passed both of the tests Mr Erickson had given me, and I’d caught up with my year pretty fast.

            It was the people. I knew I was supposed to remember them. I was scared that I would offend them if I didn’t remember them. What happens if I accidentally did something to someone I was supposed to. From what I’d heard from Jamie I was pretty low on the social standing of school. What happens if I had other friends beside Hayley and Jesse and didn’t remember them?

            I didn’t want to hurt anybody.

            Would the people feel strange to see me back in the classroom with them? Would people treat me different? I’d hoped not. I didn’t want to deal with people looking at me thinking ‘you returned, so why didn’t the others?’, or asking me stuff about torture and how I lived through it. Questions I didn’t know the answer to, and most certainly didn’t want to answer to.

            It hadn’t helped that Jamie had told me that High School was brutal, one of the harshest places I’ll ever go to. So did that mean it was worse than the torture memories I was getting at night, when I was asleep? I knew I couldn’t ask Jamie about that. She knew I was having torture memories, but she didn’t know how bad they were. She wasn’t there to experience it.

            My brain feels like it’s moving a thousand miles a second.

            I’m panicking. I don’t want to be an outcast.

            I don’t want to go to school without Hayley and Jesse. The friends I have that I don’t remember.

            The friends I don’t even know if they’re alive or not.

            I just felt like crawling into a whole and lying there and crying my heart out.

“Come on, Danny, I’ll drive you to school.” Maggie shouted as she walked down the stairs. It was 7:40.

            “Okay.” I replied hesitantly.

            “Don’t worry, everything will be okay in the end?” She soothed me. Though I wanted to ask her, would everything be okay in the end, as in, I’d get my friends back? I’d get m memories back? I wouldn’t be so dependant on pot? I wouldn’t have half of the problems on my back as I do now?

            I’m only 17, should I have to deal with stuff like this?

            No would be the obvious answer.

The school building loomed tall over me. I didn’t remember it ever being so big on the other occasions I was here. There were loads of other students too. Of course, I hadn’t expected to be the only one. But seriously? There were like millions of them.

            I walked slowly to the entrance, aware that with every person that noticed me, another ten people did. Soon enough, the whole of the front yard would be looking at me. I picked up my pace and made it inside as fast as I could without making it look like I was running.

            Luckily, Mr Erickson had showed me to a new locker when I was here last (they’d given my old one away. I guess they’d lost hope too), it was okay.

            I loaded everything I didn’t need into it and walked quickly to homeroom. Luckily, that too, was with Mr Erickson, so I was more than acquainted with what way to go and quick.

            I heard the bell ringing overhead, a loud piercing sound.

            I stepped into the classroom.

            “Well, if it isn’t the freak. Welcome back.” A blonde male sneered at me. And that was the beginning of my hell.

So, I hope you liked it, and I know the font changed for some reason, but oh well, I'm going to bed.

Night!

A Short post

Because, I've only just finished watching the film Brothers with Tobey Maguire and Jake Gyllenhaal in it. It was an amazing film.

It covered so much, and it was really well done to boot.

I think, when it comes down in price for like the Christmas sale or something, maybe I'll buy the DVD. And I'm not one for jumping up and buying DVD's unnecessarily .

I'll probably post a longer thing about it tomorrow.

I'm really tired and I haven't had the time to write my chapter.

To be honest with you, I couldn't think of what to put next.

I'll figure it out somehow.

Night!

I don't know why...

But something my friend said over twitter (of all places to get irritated at something) that just seemed a little thing to me. She just went to see Toy Story 3 in the cinema's, and said something like 'it's an end of an era for us 90s kids, because we were always 'better'. Okay, there are a few things I, personally, would like to point out what's wrong with this statement. Just because Pixar don't plan on making another Toy Story film, does not mean it's the end of an era. People will still love it, and watch it, it'll never be the end as long as there's one person still watching the films.

Then with the whole 90s kids have it all thing, is just plain biased. I know I'm a 90's kid, but I'm sure as hell that we aren't the best load of kids to come out of it. There are so many issues with kids born in the 90s, that I'd be here for a long long time just explaining them. Then there's the whole biased issue. She can't really claim that the 90s was the best era, because she hasn't really been alive in any other era to experience and say that in her opinion kids that came from the 90s was so much better, and that everything was a lot better because it came from the 90s. Sure, the 90s had some upsides, but life wasn't happy and dandy.

And it's just as well to say, you can't shoot someone down who was born in the 80s and say that their era is better. It's just opinion and since they weren't born in a different decade doesn't mean they can talk down about it. It's like she's always on about how the naughties were crap and now this decade is going to be crap, because the music is going to be crap. Isn't it not right to say that people from the 80s thought that music from the 90s was a complete load of shit? Same goes for like most of the decades before that. I'm not saying everyone's like it. Far from it. It's just a certain amount of people have this view. And I just thought I'd share my opinion on what I  think about it.

Moving swiftly forward. Here's the next chapter of DYRM. I'm not all too keen with it. But I'm quite certain now on where I'm going to take it. It should be fun.

Chapter 20

“There’s someone here. And it’s not a normal person. I can feel it.” I said, quickly scanning the area around me. I felt Jamie stiffen up beside me; I knew she too was looking around for the magician that was around here, somewhere.

            “Looking for me?” A voice taunted behind me, I turned around so fast that if I were normal –per say- I would have got whiplash.

            “You!” I shouted. I recognized the voice from that night, after my first dream, well, memory.

            “So you do remember?” Keyword being remember. Of course. I didn’t remember who he was; I remembered that he visited me.

            “Danny, you’ve seen this man since coming home?” Jamie asked from beside me. We were both standing up. I don’t remember doing that, see the irony?

            “Yeah, he was in my room that one night after I had that strange dream –er, memory. The first time it happened.” I replied, not taking my eyes off of the man in front of me.

            “So, the memories are still taking their time to come back?” The man taunted.

            “Who the hell’re you? I don’t have to listen to you at all.” I shouted back.

            “Right. The reason you do listen though, is because instinct tells you that I may have some information about your friends, right?”

            “You didn’t answer the first question.” I grounded out, angrily.

            “Ah, right. I am Harvey Russell. You were quite acquainted before you were taken.”

            “So, do you know anything about my friends?”

            “Nothing that concerns your memory-less mind.” He replied lightly. I fumed at him, giving him the best glare I could achieve. “I mean, I didn’t want you to be taken in the first place. I searched for you, of course. How could I possibly have a rival if he weren’t here for me to taunt my prowess to?” Now, that I found kinda strange. This guy was like mid-thirties, and I was 17. How did the enemy’s thing work out here? Didn’t anyone else find it strange at all?

            “So you’ve got nothing?”

            “I didn’t say that.”

            “So, where’re my friends?”

            “I’m not sure if I feel like telling.”

            “Tell me!” I ordered.

            “Or what? Your just a memory-less kid with a drug addiction.” I deliberately didn’t look over to Jamie. I didn’t want to see her face. She’d hate me for it. I know. “How could you possibly get any answers out of me… unless you’re willing to fight me for some answers.”

            “Danny-” Jamie started.

            “No. I’ll fight him, Jamie. If he knows where they are. Then I’ll do whatever it takes.”

            “Now that’s the childish stubbornness that I adored.” Something told me he was mocking me. I just glared. “So, you remember how to use your powers then?”

            I didn’t have an answer.

            “No? Yes? Maybe you’ve done it before and not known how to work it all out? No time to practice?”

            “Stop taunting me.” I said, I closed my eyes and focused on the cold feeling I felt when I was reverting it, instead, this time, I wanted the feeling to spread out and cover me.

            “Ah, so you do know how to work it?” He smiled at me, “though, the way you did it was slightly different from last time.” Suddenly, he was changing. I could see the starts of his power, his chest; it looked like his new form was bleeding onto him from the back and forward. Did mine look like that? It was scary.

            In place of the mid-thirty year old, black suit, posh looking man, stood a dark haired, pale skinned man. He wore a tight long sleeved shirt, a cape over the shoulders and equally tight pants and boots at the bottom, all in dark colours.

            I looked down at myself. My change wasn’t as dramatic. Blonde hair. And a jumpsuit looking thing. It was a black long sleeved tight shirt and black tight trousers finish off in white boots. I had a belt of pure white around my waist to distinguish where my shirt ended and where my trousers began.

            Whereas Harvey covered his hands with a pair of navy gloves, I had nothing. Leaving my hands bare.

            Harvey made the first move. A staff appearing in his hand from nowhere, a blue mist coming out of the top and began firing at me. Instinctively I dodged the attack, and lunged to throw a punch at him, one he easily dodged too. I wish I knew more about this stuff.

            “I see we’re struggling a bit here with our powers.” Harvey taunted. I glared and threw a well-aimed punch. He blocked it with his staff, the moment my fist connected with the staff bolts of pain shot up through my arm. I cried out. I tried to get my arm to detach from the staff, but it was like it was stuck with glue.

            “Danny, you’re a magician too, you can get yourself out of this. Think like a magician!” I heard Jamie shout. Her voice shouted distant.

            Think like a magician; think like a magician was being chanted over and over again in my head. I heard laughing as the volts kept passing through my arm. Think, Smith, think. Remove your hand from the staff. I felt something travelling down my arm, disrupting the flow of electricity travelling up my arm. I grunted as I concentrated on whatever I was doing.

            As soon as the sensation reached my hand, it popped off the staff.

            Harvey stopped laughing.

            Teleport behind him, I thought. I remembered Mage Kennedy doing it. And before I knew it, there I was standing behind him. Sword, I thought, and it appeared in my hand. Lucky for Harvey, he turned around just as I was about to stab him and blocked my attack with his staff. Luckily for me, it didn’t stick like before.

            Before I could react, Harvey sent the blue mist out again. This time it captured me and threw me half way across the beach. The sword disappearing from my hand.

            Harvey was on my again. This time, preferring to use his own hands as he picked me up with one hand, and slammed his fist into my stomach with the other. I gasped at the pain that now racked my body.

            “Impressive.” Harvey commented as he threw me back down. Slamming his foot down on my rib cage, to make sure I didn’t make an escape attempt. “I didn’t know you’d have control over your power like that so soon. I underestimated you.”

            I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to accept his compliment.

            “Though, your control is still very basic. It’s only natural. You’ll have to grasp the idea of being a magician more openly, other than summoning things. Open your mind to the possibilities.” He continued on as if I wasn’t even there.

            “My friends?” I asked meekly.

            “I don’t know where they are. As I said, I went looking for you and did not find you. I can only offer you this. They are still alive. I can feel it in the air. You might not be able to recognize the different feelings we get as magicians, but you will, when you master your powers.” I wasn’t exactly sure if he was rambling or not “I think my work here is done.”

            And with that comment, Harvey Russell had left. Leaving Jamie and me alone.

            That was when I felt the true extent of the power I had used. Exhaustion hit me like a tidal wave on land. Dark spots appeared in my vision, and a whole new level of pain filtered through to my body. I was aching beyond comprehension.

            “Come on, we need to get you back home. Mom’s really worried.” Jamie said, helping me up. I did a quick scan of the area, not seeing anyone in the vicinity. I let myself change back from Istari to Smith.

            I instantly regretted it, as the pain I felt doubled, and the corners of my vision were completely black now.

            “Home it is.” I confirmed and walked off.

“Oh man, did you see that?” A young man asked his friend. They’d been out on their daily beach run, when they’d run into something he knew would shock the people of Ovid.

            “Yeah, Danny Istari. He’s back. Did you get the picture?” The stronger of the two males asked. Their names were Terry and George. Best friends. Brothers in bond, but not in blood. George being the stronger and Terry the weaker.

            “Yeah. Everyone’s gonna freak when they see this. It’s gold.” Terry answered as he and his friends ran off into the distance.




Hope you all enjoyed it, and yes, I did leave it on another cliffhanger. They're just really appealing when I'm writing the chapters. The only issue I have with writing my own stories is I know -more or less- how it's all going to end, so there's no element of guess work going on here, besides when I think of how I'm going to take the plot.


Oh, well, I would like to pass on the element of curiosity to people who read this, if it eventually get published, which I am really hopeful for.




So, moving on to the most easy part of typing this blog...


Night!


It's always the easiest because it's only one word!

I've been watching

Too much FMA today to do any writing. Time really seems to fly by when I'm lying under my bed covers in the night watching TV. So that meant I got carried away and I now don't have time to write it. Though in all fairness to me, yesterdays chapter was a lot bigger than the ones that came before it. I usually write about 2 and a half pages. This was 5 pages. Double the length.

No worries though. It'll all be back to normal by the morning. Maybe I'll start writing a lot earlier. That might help.

I applied for a job today too. In a place called ModelZone. It's new opening to Swansea, I've placed a lot of hope in it, to probably get knocked all the way back down. At least it's a try, right? They do all this amazing stuff. Like the Hogwarts Express and loads of comic book figurines. I figure if I get the job and it I still have the job around Christmas, I can get my dad some die-cast stuff as he is a big fan of that kind of thing.

Oh well, I've learnt by now to never put too much hope into it all. Nothing probably going to come of it. Though I sincerely hope it does. It looks like a good place to work. All the stuff they have on their website looks pretty cool for pretty decent prices too. Well, the stuff I'd like to have looks like pretty decent prices.

My only issue is though, I don't know where the store is going to be! It says new to the High Street. But I don't remember seeing empty shops for them to locate. Well, I guess it'll be found. Unless their going in one of them new places, well, it's not so new anymore, it's just taken them a long time to get people to go there.

It could go there.

But, oh well, I don't know what I'm getting so worked up over, it's not like I'm getting the job anyway. I apply with a small glimmer of hope. It's going to be quickly destroyed, like everything else that happens in my life.

So, on that fairly depressing note.

I'm going to get  a drink and put the next disk of FMA on, then it's time for bed.

Night!

A very Toy Story day

This isn't going to be a long post on my behalf because I'm turning off my computer early so I can watch some Fullmetal Alchemist before going to bed.

I haven't seen that show in forever and I think I need to start rewatching the series. Again.

It doesn't help that I've seen the series a good 4 or 5 times now. I've seen the film too many times to count. So, I think I qualify as a fan now, right?

So moving on, here's chapter 19 of DYRM and officially the longest of them all!

I'm not too sure if I like this chapter, though it does go back a bit and we see what Maggie and Mr Erickson thought of the Danny and co's disappearance. I left it on a cliffhanger. Again. I have issues with cliffhangers.

It looks like another fight scene will be due :D

My issue is, I'm not too keen on the idea of writing stories, but to write in this kind of genre, you need all the action. I'm sure once I get into it all, I'll be okay. Oh well. There's no use in complaining, right? Though I do feel that there is a distinct lack of fighting. I need to put more into it, but I don't want to over load it with fighting.

So here it is.

Chapter 19

Mr Erickson sat at his table, in the school, looking at the Junior students before him. There were three seats left in the classroom. Danny, Hayley and Jesse’s seats.

            The classroom was alight with chatter about their returned classmate. Though low on the social food chain, he was, he did seem to gather a lot of attention from the other students.

            “What do you think? Will we find Hayley and Jesse now, too?” Georgie asked. She was on the higher end of the social food chain. Her father being the president of the city. Georgie felt for their loss, being in the room with them when it all happened. When Hayley had been taken. Many people had interviewed her about the incident, hoping to get some information from her. There wasn’t much to say for her. It had all been over before she even realised what was happening.

            It was homeroom and Mr Erickson had already given out the school announcements. All students fell into a chatter about one thing in particular. Them.

            “I’m not too sure. What about Danny Istari? He disappeared with them. What do you think’s happened to him?” Simon asked, he was secretly a huge fan of Danny Istari, having a passion for comic books, meaning he was practically living in something he’d only ever dreamed of happening.

            “I’ve never understood why the man who kidnapped them took those losers with them, if all he wanted was Danny Istari?” Georgie asked. The other members of the group, the elitists, just watched as the two had the conversation. None of them were particularly bothered if any of them came back. They cared if they were okay, saying they didn’t care for their health would be wrong, but for it to dominate the popular crowd conversation was practically a crime punishable by school law.

            “Well, Hayley and Jesse did seem to be wherever Danny Istari was, so maybe they were friends?” Simon asked silently.

            “Nah, I’d highly doubt that. They’re never seen without each other, so that would mean Danny would be his friend too, and their never together. It’s like those three are attached at the hips or something.” Georgie dampened his theory quite quickly, she, herself, having a known crush for Danny Istari, along with many other females and few males of Ovid, knew that he wouldn’t let himself be clamped back by those three ‘losers’.

            Mr Erickson noted this observation with little interest. He enjoyed listening to the conversations of the kids. It made him feel like, he was learning something from them,  but also teaching them. Not that the students he taught ever felt such a passion over the work he put in to give to them.

            They were all at that naïve age where they believed that everything was handed to them on a plate. That their parents will always have money to give them. That they’ll never have a career, never need to earn money. That they can have sex with as many people as they want and not face the consequences.

            Though, there were other reasons he’d been distracted this morning. He’d received a worried phone call from Maggie Smith at home before leaving for the school. Danny had gone missing, again. She did not know where he was. He hadn’t left a note and had a pretty bad dream by the sounds of it during the night.

            He still hadn’t heard from her.

            The thing that worried Mr Erickson the most was the fact that he could have been kidnapped again and all the hope that had been building up could have disappeared. That the family would once again have to go on a hunt to find their son again.

            Mr Erickson, personally, did not want to see that happen.

            He remembered a time, a few months ago, when Hayley and Jesse’s parents had given up on seeing their children again. They shared a memorial service to them. No one knew how to react. It was a sign to them that they’d stopped hoping. That they knew that their children were never going to come back.

            It was a sad time to remember.

            The reason he remembered it above all else was the fact that Maggie Smith and her husband never gave up. When Julie, Harold, Donna and Ben offered them if they wanted to join in too, and accept that their children just weren’t coming back. Maggie and Jim defiantly told them that they would never give up hope. They knew that their son was still alive. Unless a body showed up between now and the time of the memorial their offer was declined.

            To say they’d been surprised would be an understatement. They’d left without another word. They hadn’t spoken since. He’d heard that Julie and Harold had paid the Smiths a visit, but nothing much had come from it.

            Hope still seemed to linger in the air. Hope was bubbling in the hearts of many throughout many of the residents of Ovid. Everyone hoped for the best. That everyone would be okay.

“Maggie, calm down.” Jim ordered in a soft voice.

            “How can I calm down when I don’t know where he is? I just want him back, Jim. I want to know he’s okay. I can’t lose him again.” Maggie cried, fidgeting nervously on the couch in the living room. From here, she could easily see who was walking through the door. The thought that he could walk through the door any second gave her a little hope. Not much. The wait for agonizing. She knew that Jamie was out there looking for him, but she’d heard nothing from Jamie, which just seemed to worry her even more.

            What if Jamie’s gone now too? I don’t know if I can handle loosing both of my children she thought, staring at the door intensely.

            “I know. We both want him back safe.  You just need to give him some space. He’s confused. Anyone with a mind can tell that. Maybe he just needed some fresh air?”

            “He could have told us if he was going out for a walk. One of us could have gone with him.”

            “Maybe that’s the reason why he wanted to go. Maybe we’re suffocating him. Maybe he just needs some space.”

            “But, what about us, Jim? We need to know where he is. He needs to understand that we haven’t seen him for nearly a year. He can’t just up and walk out like he used to.”

            “Maggie, please, just think of it from his point of view. Since he’s come back here, he’s had nothing but people being rammed down his throat. You’ve pushed him so fast on the normalcy bandwagon that I don’t think, mentally, he’s keeping up with it all. You’re taking it too fast.” Jim was trying to be the voice of reason in this. Maggie knew deep down he was right. She just desperately wanted to cling to him and never let him go, afraid something might happen to him again. She could not deal with the pain of losing him again.

            She remembered the day she found out he’d gone quite clearly.

Maggie sat on the couch in the living room comfortably watching TV. There was nothing in particular on the TV, her eyes just roaming the screen as new pictures flashed to life. She had a day off of work. She worked for a law firm in the middle of Ovid, and she’d been offered a day off, she eagerly took it, knowing that Jamie was at a friends house, and Danny had just recently left on a school field trip for a few weeks.

            It was relaxing having a day off with nothing to worry about. She’d woken up when she felt like, made breakfast when she’d felt like. And was now sitting down doing nothing,

            She’d hoped her and Danny had parted ways on better terms. They’d argued again about his tardiness and the fact that he’s missing all these family moments. He never said where he went, and she wasn’t too keen on the idea, not liking the image of her young boy sitting around with gangs and getting drunk, or whatever kids of this time did.

            She’d told him she was tired of not seeing him, tired of the lies and just wanted to know the truth.

            He’d told her that he was with a friend. They were fine. They weren’t doing any harm.

            She’d believed him until he’d started coming home with cuts and bruises covering his body. Then she’d started getting irritated at the obvious lies that he was telling her. She’d questioned if he was getting bullied out on the streets, no. Was one of his friends doing it? No. One of his friends parents? No. She’d gotten really frustrated with him.

            It progressed to her general over-protectiveness and how she never left him alone. How irritated he got at having her on his back all the time. That he was a normal teenager and needed his space. Then he started leaving the house early in the mornings and not coming back until after school. She’s started calling Mr Erickson regularly to check to see if Danny had turned up to school.

            She’d told him, if he wasn’t going to tell her the truth, and if he was going to keep running away from her instead of facing her, it was probably better if he didn’t come back at all.

            She’d been angry with herself instantly after saying it. She’d told him she was sorry. He just walked away.

            Then came the phone call.

            “Hello?” She asked, putting the receiver by her ear.

            “Mrs Smith? I need to speak with you about something.” It was obviously Mr Erickson. Maggie had spoken with him enough to know who the voice belonged to.

            “What’s Danny done this time?” She’d asked exasperatedly.

            “It’s not exactly something he’s done, Mrs Smith.” He’d said in a professional manner. “It’s what’s happened.”

            “Why? What’s happened? Is he okay?” Maggie asked quickly.

            “We’re not exactly sure what’s happened yet, Mrs Smith. We’re getting to the bottom of it.”

            “Why? Where’s Danny? Put him on the phone.” Maggie demanded.

            “I would like to Mrs Smith, but Danny’s gone.”

            “Gone? How?” Dread filled her to her entire core. Her Danny couldn’t have died, right?

            “He’s disappeared. Kidnapped we believe. There are signs of a struggle.” It was these final words that struck her and she lost it. She sobbed like a baby.

            “Do you have any idea who did it?” Or what? She added mentally, remembering the frequent magical beings that invaded her city.

            “It looks like a magician, we’re not exactly sure. Danny Istari was seen fighting a magician and all four of them have just disappeared.”

            “All four?” Maggie asked curiously.

            “Danny, Danny Istari, Hayley and Jesse have all gone.”

            “Is there anything I can do?” Maggie asked, crying slightly.

            “No, we’re brining the rest of the class home now. We don’t want to risk any more kids being taken.”

            Maggie had hung up after that. If it weren’t for the fact that Mr Erickson had said ‘struggle’ she would have believed that Danny had ran away from her. Taking her threat all too seriously.

            “Oh, Danny, come back!” She cried.

At first, Maggie had piled all the blame on Danny Istari. Claiming him to be the reason her son was missing. Deep down she knew that wasn’t the case. Her Danny had gone missing. It was unbearable knowing that they’d both left each other on such a bad note. She’d wondered over and over again, what would her guilt be like if she had left him on such a happy note?

            She’d wondered how she could call herself a mother if she’d let something so bad happen to her kid. How she was not their to protect him when he needed her most.

            She’d hoped with all her being that he would be home in a few days, but as days turned to months, her hope died, and life in Ovid just seemed to get over the fact that the children were missing, and they’d accepted that they were probably never coming back. Jesse and Hayley’s parents believed that they were never coming back.

            Soon after this, most of the police force stopped looking. There was nothing to be found. One Inspector Malcolm did regular checks for new evidence. But now that the police force had thrown in the towel, there wasn’t much he could do.

            Maggie still refused he’d died. She didn’t want to know what was happening to him. The police had presented her with torture theories. Rape theories. Theories of slavery. Theories that they’d been sold off and were working in some foreign country, working for rich people, getting beaten by their ‘masters’ on a regular basis.

            She’d listen to every theory besides the theory that they’d been killed. Jim had stood by her side through it all. Jamie was there. They were still a family. Maggie could not lose sight of this. But things were hard. There was a hole in their world. A permanent scar.

            The scar would never leave until her baby would come back.

            And then he did. Just not as she’d pictured. He’d looked older. His eyes a duller shade than the bright, childlike gleam they’d always had. He’d looked ragged and confused.

            The fact that he’d lost his memories both relieved and scared Maggie.

            One of the good thing was that he didn’t remember anything about his time away. What had happened to him, because judging from all the cuts, scars and bruises that littered his body, it was probably best that he didn’t remember.

            And the fight. She was glad that he didn’t remember the fight that had happened between them.

            The second she’d heard that he’d returned. She’d promised herself that she’d never let Danny get in harms way again. She would protect him no matter what the cost.

“What do you know about the tome, Jamie?” I asked hesitantly, looking at her face.

            “Not much, you wouldn’t speak much of it.” She replied. “You only said that it was one of the most powerful objects known to the magician’s world and you had to protect it no matter what the cost. You couldn’t let them get their hands on it-”

            “Sh!” I said as soon as it looked like she was going to continue.

            “What’s wrong?” She whispered in my ear.

            “There’s someone here. And it’s not a normal person. I can feel it.”

I hope you all enjoyed it.

Night!

I'm looking forward to my FMA now :D

So it's been an okay day

Most of my days are just 'okay', I guess, but today was a different kind of 'okay'.

So, we went to spread my uncle's ashes today, down in Caswell bay, like he wanted. It was a sad day. But it felt like closure... know what I mean? Like we've finally said good-bye.

It's always going to be sad, losing someone. But time heals these wounds, even though the scar never fades, you'll learn how to cope with your loss.

Moving on from my random insight.

Today's chapter of Do You Remember Me? is sorta insightful. Remember yesterday how I told you that I couldn't think of what to write, and when it came to it, I'll just write? That's what I did. I got some inspiration for the chapter when I was down in Caswell bay. Thinking about life. The idea is sorta reflected here too. I think it's a nice chapter. I'll earmark it as my favourite so far. I like the relaxed feeling about it. How even though not much is going on, you don't feel like you need much to be going on.

Well, that's how I feel anyway...

So here's chapter 18 of DYRM.

Chapter 18

I like the beach, I decided. It was dawn, well, just before. I’d been on the beach a while. Not too long, but long enough to enjoy the cool breeze, and the slow tides of the water.

            I’d decided to come to the beach, after tossing and turning. I couldn’t get back to sleep after Maggie left. Everything was just on my mind.

            I hadn’t told anyone I was leaving. I hadn’t even left a note. I was probably going to hear about it when I got back. I knew I was going to get hell for putting them through so much worry, but I’m sure they can last an extra day without me after going nearly a year without me.

            Soon after arriving to the beach, I’d started smoking the pot. I know it wasn’t a good idea, that I should probably have just gone without them. That I should quit. I just can’t seem to bare my stressed life without them.

            I’d thought about a lot of things since coming here. Magic. School. Memories. Dreams.

            I had no idea what to make of it all. I hadn’t been awake all that long, and it already feels like life is boiling over me and I seem to have no control over it whilst everyone else seems to believe that I have everything under control. That there’s nothing wrong with me. Nothing wrong with themselves. That now that I’m back, everything is going to be great. That we’ll find Hayley and Jesse, and we’ll all go back to being normal again, like nothing ever happened.

            I know, deep down, that that’s never going to happen. I can tell just by how rubbish my life’s going at the moment.

            Sunrise is really pretty. It paints the sky in an orange glow in an attempt to warm the world. Why can’t I feel the warmth of the sun? Why won’t it warm me? Am I forever going to be stuck in this iceberg of a person I used to be? I know I’ll never be the same person I used to be.

            Maggie and Jim seemed to think that once I get my memories back, everything will be okay again. That I’ll be back to normal and they can pretend like all this drama never happened to them.

            I like the cold feeling of the sand on my hands. It reminds me that I’m human. That even though I feel trapped, trapped in an iceberg, internally, that on the outside I’m still warm. That the sun does shine down on me. That it is warming me.

            So why can’t it melt the ice?

            Why can’t I let go of these feelings? Why can’t I be normal?

            I think it’s really the first time since coming home from the hospital that I’ve needed John. When I was walking the streets as Jeff, there were limitless possibilities of things I could do. There wasn’t a constant watching hawk on my shoulder.

            I’d been thinking a lot, too, about the blocking of my memories. And magicians. I couldn’t tell from those dreams I’d had if it was a magician that had kidnapped me, or if it was a human. I didn’t even know if it was a memory.

            It just felt so realistic.

            Didn’t all dreams feel realistic? I wouldn’t know. I hadn’t really had a normal dream to be able to tell.

            So, was my dream merely just a dream? Or a memory that I’d subconsciously let out?

            So why was it, when I tried to memory, it felt like a wall preventing me from remembering? It was all confusing and I didn’t know what to do about it. I didn’t know what to do about my ‘magical powers’, I didn’t know the first thing about magicians. I didn’t know the first thing about where my friends were.

So, I figure, that maybe everything would be so much easier if I remembered it all. If I remembered about where I was being held, I’d be able to get to my friends back. If I had memories, I wouldn’t have to be learning everything again about school. If I’d had my memories, I’d know all about the magicians. I’d know what to expect. I’d know what to do. If only I’d had my memories.

I’d found a picture of them, in my room. We were smiling. Each of us standing close. Hayley in a pair of jeans and a tube top. Jesse in his long sleeved t-shirt and a dark pair of jeans. Glasses perched neatly on his nose. His eyes shining behind the glasses. We all looked so happy.

            I don’t even remember being happy.

            I’d had a thought earlier. When I’d first started thinking about getting my memories back. Getting my friends back. Maybe I could go back to the place we’d disappeared. I wasn’t sure if I’d mentioned it properly before. But the thought was really gripping on my now. I know if I went there alone. Maybe I’d be able to find something that would help me with discovering my friends.

            I did have some hope left. I knew I had some hope left, but it was disappearing fast. The longer I took thinking and not acting, the faster the light of hope was dwindling. Leaving nothing in it’s place.

            “Danny?” I recognized the voice immediately.

            “What do you want, Jamie?” Luckily, I hadn’t had a joint in my hands; I’d buried them all under the sand. I knew it was wrong and someone would find them, but it was better than my family finding them.

            “Mom’s really worried about you. She went to wake you up and you weren’t there.”

            I didn’t answer her.

            “She thought you’d been taken again.”

            “Sorry.”

            “What’d you leave like that for? Mom said you’d had some nightmare.”

            “I couldn’t get back to sleep. I needed to be away from the house for a while.”

            “You could have told us. We would have come with you.”

            “I needed to be alone. I needed to think.”

            “About what?” She asked, sitting down next to me.

            “Everything.”

            “You used to come here a lot before you were taken.” She looked distant. I also noticed that she didn’t use the word ‘kidnapped’, though having the same  purpose, it’s obvious she’s still dealing with the fact that I’d been kidnapped and tortured. Apparently tortured anyway, though my dreams were starting to prove that theory right.

            “I like it here. It’s peaceful.” I replied. “How did you know where to find me?” I was talking about the part of the beach I was sitting on. It was pretty secluded. Covered by rocks and hard to see past.

            “This was you and your friends favourite spot.”

            “Right.”

            “Do you feel ashamed?” She asked hesitantly.

            “Ashamed of what?”

            “Do you feel like your hurting them? That to them, your just a constant reminder of who you used to be?”

            “What are you my therapist? I already have one of those.”

            “You avoided the question.”

            “I don’t know how to answer it.”

            “You don’t need to feel like your hurting them. Their still coming to terms with the fact that your back, but just not how they thought you’d come back.”

            “Thanks, Jamie, that’s really calming to hear.” Can you sense the sarcasm. “How did they expect me to come back? All fine and dandy? I was missing for nearly a year, Jamie. They were naïve to think that there was nothing going on there in the time I’d been missing. My friends are still suffering and I’m just sitting here doing nothing. I have no idea how to save them. I mean, how am I supposed to save them, if I can’t save myself?”

            “You’ve remembered something?” It was a quiet question. It was something she’d been thinking about all along, I’d just confirmed it.

            “I’m not sure.”

            “What do you remember?”

            “It was a dream. Two dreams actually. I’m in this cell room. Hayley and Jesse’s there. I’m being beaten. There’s a man laughing. There’s a lot of pain. In this one, from last night. He’s using this strange thing on me. It’s like there’s a thousand electrical volts being sent through my body. He doesn’t do anything to Hayley and Jesse. Just me.”

            “Oh, Danny. Do you remember much about the man doing it?”

            “No. It’s always dark in the dreams. I can never see his face.”

            “Does he say anything in the dream?”

            “Yeah. He mentions something about a tome.”

            At the mention of this, Jamie turns pale white. A sudden frozen shock settles though her body. This is bad, I think, very bad.

I hope you enjoyed it, and it left off in a good place to keep it all going. Though I'm still quite unsure of how everything is going to go down. I need Danny to get back to school for most of the stuff to happen. I also need to take Danny back to therapy, hypnosis, and take him back to the campsite. More memories need to start coming back too. I need to do a lot of explaining about the magicians too....

God, it's only know I've realized how complicated this story is getting...

Night!

Maybe sleep will provide me with some answers...

Time has just slipped me by

Well, Id o know what caused it. I've been helping my Dad figure out facebook. The only issue with this is that I hardly know how to use facebook myself.

So, that took like an hour, just for me to figure it out with him, and I've been super busy all day today.

So, basically what I'm trying to say is, no chapter of DYRM tonight. I've got the title of it currently. It just reads 'Chapter 18'.

One thing I cannot seem to get over the fact is that I am on chapter 18 of my story. I've never gotten so far into a story of my own before. This currently has to be one of the longest.


My issue currently is I've sorta hit a writers block. I don't know what to do with this chapter, and what's going to lead up to all the stuff I want to happen. I'll get there somehow. I'll just write, stuff just seems to come to me then. Though I'm not sure how much writing I can do tomorrow as I do have relatives over.

So, I'm now posting from my iPod as my house decided to have a power surge, meaning my mum and dad won't let me have my computer on in case it damages it. I see where they're coming from, but it can be kinda annoying.

Moving on to a happier subject. I finished watching

Avatar: The Last Airbender today. I have to be honest when I tell you that it is a pretty amazing show, especially with the fight scenes toward the end. I read on wikipedia that their planning on bringing out a sequel of sorts. I wasn't sure what to make of it until I read about the idea they have for the series.

Though to be honest with you, I would have preferred it if Aang was the main character again. Hough I guess Aang's chapters are over now, you can't let it get too repetitive.

So I guess that'll be it for now.

See you tomorrow, hopefully by then I will be able to
use the computer to blog.

Hurrah! I just accidentally pressed done on my iPod and I couldn't get to where I wanted to be for like... Ever.

Night!

Maybe everyone else's night will be better.

Not much to

Blog today. I don't know what happened. Time has just slipped me by. I've had a lot of trouble with this chapter of Do You Remember Me? today, I'm still not too happy with it. That's what editing is for, right?

Anyway. I went to see Inception today. It was amazingly confusing. I didn't know what was going on half of the time. I don't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I mean, I think I caught up by the end, and then that random ending just completely confused me. It lost me.

I guess I'll have a think about it tomorrow and I'm sure I'll come up with something, right?

And as time is running short, here's the next chapter or DYRM (I can't be bothered to type the title).

Chapter 17

I could feel the scream creeping up my throat. I held it off. I couldn’t wake anyone up and let them see me like this.

            I did a few experimental tests, waving my arms, and blinking repeatedly into the mirror just to make sure it was me. Every time it came with the same results. It was me.

            Danny Istari, no me, had the same face as me. Blonde hair and dark, dark brown eyes. I was the same size, height wise, though I was slightly more muscular. I wasn’t overly built, like some comic book hero I’d seen on the TV when I was lazing around earlier in the week. No, I was smaller, more agile. I could feel the ability, feel the power flowing through me.

            One of the questions that was beginning to bug me, were how do I turn back to normal? Surely, it couldn’t be too hard, right?

            How did I become Danny Istari? What made me change? Would Jamie know how to change it?

            I didn’t know what to do, that’s the easiest way to put it. I was scared. Not a ‘I’m-scared-for-my-life’ thing either, it was more a ‘I’m-scared-because-I-don’t-know-what-to-do’, thing.

            Jamie will know, I resolved and crept out of my room to where she’d be sleeping.

            I made my way quietly out to the hallway and down towards Jamie’s room, careful to hardly make a noise as I was walking.

            “Uh, Danny, what’re you doing up?” Damn, I was trying to be sneaky, but Maggie snuck up on me first.

            “Uh, nothing, Maggie, just going to the bathroom.” I said quickly.

            “Well, alright…” She seemed hesitant. I knew why. I’d walked past the bathroom door just as she’d snuck up on me. “By the way, what have you done with your hair? It looks different.”

            “Um. It’s the light?” I said in a hesitant voice. “It’s the light and your just tired from waking up in the middle of the night.”

            “If you say so.” I didn’t turn around the entire conversation. I didn’t want her to see me like this. If it was supposed to be a secret, then it’s probably better if she didn’t see me in my Danny Istari kit.

            She left, shrugging her shoulders in confusion. Maybe she thought it was all a dream? I wish. She’ll probably question me about it in the morning. I’ll have to think of an excuse to give her by then.

            “Danny?” The voice of Jamie whispered. I looked to her door, it was slightly ajar.

            “Yeah?”

            “Oh, shit.” I’d never heard her say something like that before, I was a little shocked. “Come in, quick.” She opened the door all the way and I ran inside, as quiet as possible, before Maggie or Jim came out.

            “Do you know how to help me?” I asked as soon as I closed the door.

            “No.” Shit. How was I supposed to turn back? “How did you get like this in the first place?”

            “Um, well, this guy, he called himself Mage Kennedy, attacked me just as I was going to sleep.” I started. “I was getting the shit beaten out of me, so he told me to let instinct take over, well, he didn’t’ really, I let instinct take over. I took him down, he vanished. I walked to my room and this was how I looked.” I finished, pointing at my body.

            “Oh, my God.” I think that was a reference then to my injuries which seemed to show up, even though I was in a completely different… body? Form? What would be the right way to say it? “Danny, how bad did he beat you?”

            “Not that bad, he just threw me around a little. I’m sure I’ll be okay.” I brushed off her concern like it was nothing. “Anyway, how come you didn’t hear anything?”

            “He must have pit a spell up, making it so only magicians could hear the fight.” She was thinking out loud, obviously. “That’s why there isn’t a lot on the magicians, and the stuff that does come up, is huge.”

            “Why is it huge?”

            “Because magicians prove to the world that there is such a thing as magic. No one knows how to handle it.” She didn’t really know how to explain it. I could tell that. “It’s like, they prove everything that science has tried to prove wrong. The capabilities of trained and high ranking magician’s are great. They can bend anything to their will.”

            “Right. So where do I fit into it all?”

            “You fight against them.”

            “Why would I fight against my own people?” Were they my own people? I didn’t come from a family of magicians, or is that not how it works out these days? I don’t know. I feel so clueless to the cause.

            “Because, over time, magicians have become evil. They only use their power for their own gain. They use  their powers against people. You stand up for the people.” She smiled proudly at me. “You are also unique in the form of magicians. Kennedy, the mage you fought? He was just a weakling in the ranks.”

            No way. He was really tough! I could barely keep up with him.

            “You, Danny, are special, whereas all magicians only have one shapeshifting form, predetermined, you can shapeshift into anyone you want. Anything you want.” Jamie looked distractedly at the ceiling, as if seeing an unseen memory. A memory I would probably have had. “It comes with a price. A price I don’t want to tell you. Besides having hordes of magicians of all levels after you, of course. But, you carry on fighting, because you want to prove to the people, that even though magicians are viewed as evil, they can be good too.”

            “So, I’m guessing I’m hated too, by the people.” I stated bluntly.

            “Not exactly. You used to be. People picked up on the smallest things. You went through a bad patch at one point, and people are quick to judge. No matter how much good you do for them, tens of thousands of stuff, they’ll always remember that one small thing.” Jamie said sadly.

            “Right.” I said. “But that doesn’t help me change back to normal. You can explain it to me better in the morning. Or whenever you’re free. I’m too tired to be dealing with all this mental damamge.”

            “Okay. I don’t know how you did it before. Think of when you became Danny Istari in the fight. You let instinct take over. So why don’t you let instinct take over and think of what you looked like before.”

            “Right.” Mrs Connors was right. I should get a dictionary, a thesaurus or something. I need a new vocabulary. Ignoring that thought for the moment. I let instinct take over. Danny Smith, I thought, and  thought of what I looked like before I changed.

             A cold sensation overcame me, a slow creeping from my finger tips, and my toes. It crawled though my body, spreading like ice. I suppressed a shiver and then, slowly, the feeling died away.

            “You did it.” Jamie whispered in an excited tone. She shoved a mirror in my hands and, yes, from what I can tell, Danny Istari was gone and Danny Smith replaced him. I had my dark brown hair back and my light blue eyes. I felt something strange in the air now. A feeling.

            A feeling that I didn’t belong here.

“What do you want from me?” I whispered.

            “I’ve told you time and time again what I want.” The voice said. His strong presence covering the room.

            “There’s more to it than that. You wouldn’t just kidnap my friends and me just for the tome. You want more than that.”

            “Of course I want more from you. You know what else I want.”

            “I won’t give you that either, you freak.” A fist slammed into my face and I could see the stars decorating my vision.

            “Ah, I won’t be having that kind of talk from you know, Mr. Istari.” The voice sneered, using a mock-parent voice.

            “Eff you.” A kick to my stomach. I would have doubled over if it weren’t for the fact that my arms were chained to the wall.

            “Danny, just tell him.” A female whispered to the side of me.

            “I’ve got nothing to tell, Hayley.”

            “Yes, Danny, tell us.” The strong male voice said.

            “I’ve got nothing to say.”

            “So, what do you know of the tome? You’re obviously new to this career. You’ve been at it, what? Two years now?”

            “I know enough. I know why you’d want it.” I said defiantly. The man moved so his face was in front of me. He showed a ring on his finger. A pale purple one. I gasped. No, it couldn’t be. “Where’d you get it?”

            I felt nothing but pain as the man in front of me cackled. I screamed. The pain, it was so intense. It felt like a thousand electricity volts were going through me, spreading and touching every part of me.

            “What have you done to him?” I heard my friend, Jesse, shouting.

            “Nothing.”

            “Of course you’ve done something. Look at him; he’s writhing all over the place. You’re shocking him. Let him go.” Haley demanded.

            “I highly doubt you’re in any position to be making demands, little girl.” The man sneered, the pain stopped. I sighed in relief. My body ached. I could feel the darkness on the sides of my vision.

            “Danny, Danny!” I heard Haley shouting my name. “Are you okay?” I laughed. A crazy laugh.

            “Am I okay?” I asked. “You should go through that and maybe then I’ll ask you the question.”

            “There’s no need to be like this, Danny. We’re trying to help you.” Jesse said sadly.

            “Yeah, well you guys aren’t the ones being tortured.”

            “Just tell me what I want to know,” the man shouted, throwing another punch to my stomach. “You can’t keep going forever.”

            “You won’t kill me.”

            “Who’s stopping me?”

            “You. You won’t kill me because you want your stupid tome.” I replied defiantly.

            “If that’s what your attitude is going to be, you can have another round.” I felt pain, a lot more than the last time. I screamed and everything went black.

“AH!” I screamed, sitting bolt upright in my bed.

            “Danny, what’s wrong?” Maggie came running into my room.

            “Oh, it’s nothing. Just a bad dream.”

            “Are you sure? Do you want to talk about it? What if it was a memory?” She asked hurriedly.

            “No, it’s fine. It was just a dream.”

            “If you say so.”

            Of course she wouldn’t believe me.

            It was strange though. I could still feel the pain of the electricity on me.  Sending small jolts through my body.

            “Well, get back to sleep. It’s early in the morning.” She instructed.

            “Alright.” I said, lying back down on the bed, my body still a little jumpy. My heart beat was all over the place. I was scared. I didn’t know what to do.

I hope you all enjoyed.

Night!