So I've spent most of my day either watching Danny Phantom, or preparing for my interview. I've been doing some research on the company, and how I should answer certain questions. The nerves haven't set in yet. I'm hoping they don't set in, because I don't really want to be nervous going in, it's apparently bad to be nervous going to an interview. So I won't worry about it. Whatever happens, happens. There's not much I can do about that, is there?
I'll probably tell you here how it goes. I couldn't do it for the other one because it went so bad. I'm still really mad at myself for some of the ways I answered the questions. I know to be prepared now.
So here's chapter 11 of Do You Remember Me? I've posted this on fictionpress now and no one really seems to care. It's quite saddening, actually. I thought people actually read stuff over there. Oh, well, maybe I'll catch the attention of somebody, someday.
Chapter 11
I awoke with a start. I felt my heat hammering against my chest.
I froze.
Someone else was here. I could feel it.
“My, bad dreams?” A voice purred to my left. I slowly turned my head to face the voice. It was a man. He looked middle aged. A high quality look about him. His perfect brown hair, neatly combed back. A high end suit. A business man, by the looks of it. But why was he here? In my room.
“Who are you?” I asked suspiciously.
“So the news is true. You don’t remember.” He said it more to himself than to me. “Oh, they’re going to have a field day with this.”
“Who?” I demanded, “Tell me.”
“Ah, I think I’ll let you figure that one out on your own. What fun would there be in just telling you here and now?” He replied, even through the dark I could see the grin on his face.
“If you’ve got nothing good to say, then go.” I glared fiercely at him, hoping he’d get the point.
“What can you do? I mean, do you know about you?” He asked.
I didn’t know how to answer that.
“I’ll take that as a no.” He seemed quite hopeful that I couldn’t remember. I didn’t think he was talking about my memories or who I was though, it was strange. A nagging at the back of my mind. Instinct.
“Who the hell are you?” I asked suddenly.
“Never you mind, little one. I wouldn’t want to hurt your head.” He was mocking me. I growled at him, I felt like throttling the pompous bastard.
“Look, just get out of my room.”
“Or what? What can you do?”
“Stop mocking me, or I swear I’ll kill you.” I threatened.
“That’s a good start. Maybe you still have some potential. Ask your sister for the files. They might help you.” And with that he was gone.
“Danny?” I heard from the other side of the room.
“Yeah?” I answered.
“It’s three in the morning, who are you talking to?” It was Maggie, she walked in and looked around. She saw no one of course.
“No one, just myself.” I replied.
“I heard other voices. I heard you shout. I came to check on you.” She seemed pretty worried.
“It’s okay. I’m fine now. You can go back to bed.” I replied, looking up hastily. She nodded.
“Just get back to sleep.”
“Okay,” I replied as she shut the door. My first night at home didn’t seem to be going all that well, did it?
When I walked down the stairs a few hours later, a little more rested, but what the man had said last night had really plagued my mind. I tried remembering. I honestly tried. But nothing would come. I thought about the dream I had. It’d seemed too real to be anything, but I couldn’t say it was a memory.
One thing I knew currently, was the fact that I had a really bad headache. It was probably because of the lack of sleep. I didn’t know what to do about it, so I opted to just ignore it.
“Good morning, Danny.” Jim said, looking up briefly from the newspaper he was reading.
“Morning.” I replied, sitting on the chair opposite him. I didn’t know what to do. I was a little scared of asking.
“Danny, you’re up decently early. What would you like to have for breakfast?” It was Maggie. She must have just woken up, she was dressed in a pair of jeans and a blouse, a read blouse, but her hair was still a little messy from her sleep.
“Anything.” I replied. She froze. “What?”
“Nothing. It just reminded me of a joke I used to share with you.” Again, another reminder of who I wasn’t. Someone I felt like I couldn’t be for her. I’d let her down again.
Maggie made me a bowl of something, she told me it was cereal, I was hesitant at first, but I ate it anyway. It didn’t taste all that bad in the end.
“So,” Maggie started. I looked up from my bowl to look at her. “We’re going to the school today. Sort out how your going to catch up.” She looked as if she’d been thinking about how to approach the subject since sitting down next to me, a bowl of cereal for herself in front of her.
“Okay.” I replied, a little hesitantly, of course. I didn’t know much about school, but if it counted interacting with other people, it was not going to be on my list of things I’m looking forward to doing.
“Then you’re going to see a therapist.”
“A thera-what?” I asked. So that’s what she’d been anxious about talking to me about.
“Someone for you to talk to, Danny. Someone who’ll listen.” She replied, pausing ever so slightly.
“I don’t need someone to talk to.” I replied, evenly. Jim had looked up from his paper now.
“Danny-” She started.
“No. I don’t need to talk about anything. There is nothing for me to talk about.” I replied. I don’t know why I was getting so worked up about. It was just happening.
“Please, Danny, it might help you get your memories back. You can talk to the therapist about anything. What your afraid of, what your confused about. Any problems.” She protested.
“I don’t need to talk to anyone.” I replied. “I’m not scared. I don’t have any problems. I can get my memories back on my own.”
“Please, just go and see her. See what it’s like.” She was practically begging now.
“I can stop if I don’t like it?” I asked.
“No.”
“Well, what’s the point in going to see if I like it?”
“Because, after you meet her, you know you’ll be able to talk to her about anything.”
“What’re you getting at?” I asked. I was suspicious of her motives now.
“Nothing, sweetie. I just want the best for you.”
I didn’t know how to answer that. I was being too hard on her. I knew she was trying. I just didn’t want to talk to anyone about anything. I didn’t have anything to talk about.
“Thank you.” She said. I guess she’d taken my silence as consent that I would go.
“Will you be there?” I asked.
“No. It’s private between you and her. I won’t know what you talk about.” That calmed me down a bit. I didn’t know what I would say if she was there too. “Now hurry up, we don’t want to be late for school.”
I groaned before I knew what I was doing. Both parents looked at me like I’d committed a crime. To them, I was just a constant reminder of who I could be, but wasn’t.
I’d disappointed them again.
Mr. Erickson was a middle-aged male. He was the deputy head at Ovid high. He was anxious this morning. Ever since finding out about young Mr Smith being found, he’d been on edge, then Mrs Smith contacted him this morning, asking if it were alright if he would see Danny, see how much he would need to catch up to be put back into the school system.
“Why does he need to be put in so soon?” He’s asked, confused. He hadn’t been expecting this phone call for a long time yet. Holding the phone close to his ear, sweaty hands gripping it tight as he watched the headlining news on the TV.
“He needs a distraction. He’s not coping too well.” She replied. He didn’t like that tone of voice.
“What did he do?” He hadn’t asked out of curiosity. He’d asked because he’d cared for Danny. When Danny was here, he’d been a bit lazy, of course, what seventeen year old wasn’t? He didn’t do all that well in school, though he always came across as really bright. Bullied. There always seemed to be this cloud hanging over him, he always looked on edge. Like there was something he had to do.
That was even before the attacks started. At first, the town didn’t know what to do about them. Magical attacks? He’d thought everyone was loony too, until he saw it for himself. The way they fought. One young boy, blonde hair and brown eyes, slim and fast, was the main target of most of the attention. He went by the name of Jeff. No one knew his last name. He never said. In fact, it wasn’t even him that’d said. The other fighters called him Jeff.
As the attacks got worse, so did young Danny. He’d always turned up to lessons with cuts and bruises. Or he’d turn up to his homeroom with bags under his eyes, like he hadn’t gotten any sleep.
His friends always looked at him worriedly. He always brushed off their worry with a smile, telling them not too worry. He was alright.
“He was caught in an attempted theft of a car.” She replied, shaking him of his thoughts.
“Really? He was allowed on bail?” Victor Erickson asked.
“Yes, some anonymous donor paid his bail fees. He has a trial to face.”
“He has a trial for something like that?” Victor didn’t really understand the law. He was more of a fictionalist. His passion for reading often passing over his life. He was a collector of first edition books. When he could afford them. Pay wasn’t good for Victor, being a teacher. At least, that’s what he and his fellow colleague’s believed.
“Yes. The date is unconfirmed. I just want him to feel some normalcy” Maggie sounded distant on the phone.
“Okay. I’ll see what I can do. I’ll give him the material, and he can sit a test when he feels like, to see if he can keep up with kids his age.”
“Thank you, Mr Erickson. I’ll see you later today.” She’d sounded relieved. Like some sort of tension had released her from his hold.
“Okay, see you later. I’m free around ten o’clock, if you would like to come then.”
“Okay, bye.”
That’s where he was now, it was five to ten. He’d let the earlier class go. Of course, they’d been relieved. It was the class Danny and his friends should be in. Also enjoying their five minutes of freedom. He was worried for them. He was as much worried for Danny as he was for Hayley and Jesse, for now Danny had to deal with all the press and the suffocating feeling that everyone expected him to be able to find Hayley and Jesse.
There was knock on the door.
“Come in.” He shouted. It was time. So, I feel like I'm starting to move with the story now. That it's getting somewhere. I do have a lot of things to do though, I didn't know how I much I was thinking of planning into this story before I actually started writing this chapter. This kinda just came out. I didn't plan what was going to happen in my head at all. Though I do now know what's going to be happening in the next chapter.
So, I'm going off to bed. I'm quite tired. Even though I did have a good sleep last night.... Oh well, it must be the stress of getting ready for an interview.
Night!
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