Part One: Dark Eyes
Chapter One: Mirror Image
The object of my affection
is the object of my obsession.
She looks at me, but doesn't see my eyes.
I hide in the shadows of lies,
of self-doubt and darkness.
Yet seeing her gives me never ending bliss.
But not being able to touch, to be,
she doesn't even really know me.
She's always around.
I wish she had never been found.
I would never feel this,
such a yearn for just one kiss.
Sam walked along the pavement set straight out before her. She had always been told to take the hardest path, because it was the best, yet here she was, taking a paved path, so easy and simple. Was there any significance in this?
No.
She just thought way too much. She usually did. While thinking may have been fine, her thoughts often wandered to off the wall subjects, uninteresting information, and certain ghost boys. She sighed and kicked a lone rock in front of her. It bounced and clicked its way along, only to stop a few feet ahead, its journey stopped by a small crevice.
She frowned.
Was this another sign, an omen of things to pass?
Nope.
"Sam!" She smiled inwardly as the oh so familiar voice called her name. She turned and saw him, knew that he would meet her sooner or later. He always did, Danny. "How come you weren't at your house this morning?" He stopped to take a breath. "You're not very morning friendly."
She arched an eyebrow and continued her easy path along the paved road. She didn't want to tell him why she had left so early, why she had stayed up all night, afraid to go to sleep. She couldn't possibly tell him about the nightmares she had been having. She couldn't. She didn't have dreams that left her breathless, covered in a cold sweat. She just wasn't that kind of person.
To change the subject, she asked, "Where's Tucker? He usually catches up to us by now." The hairs on her neck went back down as she tried to be more lax. The tension in her body faded.
Going along, he shrugged his shoulders. "He's probably after some unfortunate girl in hopes for getting a date to the dance tomorrow night." He looked at the sky hopefully. "Maybe Paulina will go with me…"
She bit down the murderous image of her holding Paulina's decapitated head in her hand, laughing triumphantly. While it would have been a nice plan, she decided that might not have been morally right. What she did do was smack Danny upside the head.
He let out a yelp of pain and rubbed his tingling scalp. Sam tried to control the smile playing at her lips, but couldn't hold it in when he tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and fell flat on his face. She let laughter flow out while she helped her clumsy friend up, and had him soon joining in.
Maybe the road she was walking wasn't so easy. It was just full of hidden dangers. Again, there was too much thought.
"That wasn't funny," he stated. She stopped laughing. "What'd you do that for?"
She put the murderous image, this time with Danny, back down and let out a growl instead. "Honestly, Danny, Paulina is never going to go for you and you know that's true. I was just trying to knock some sense back into your head."
That was an amazing save, well, not really. She gave herself a six out of ten, due to lack of originality. That was bad if she was running out of new things to say, because this might be a sign that she was no longer an individual, but part of the mass of everyday people that she so despised.
Nah.
"Well…" His voice brought her back down to the planet formally known as Earth. That was good that her thoughts didn't wander too far this time. She had a tendency to space out.
"What?"
"I was wondering then…if you'd, um…" He stopped, making her stop. He scratched his head, embarrassed, a blush rising to his cheeks. "Do you…want to go to the dance…together, just us?"
It took Sam a moment to understand that he was talking to her. It took her even longer to understand that he was basically asking her out on a date. Whenever they went to a dance, the movies, or any other public place, Tucker was along. It had always been the three of them as friends, nothing more, nothing less.
So why did she feel so happy?
Of course, she told herself, it was okay to listen to her hormones, like a normal teenager. She couldn't deny that she had a crush on her best friend for some time now, but it was still hard. Maybe it was hard because she didn't want to lose her friend. Was that why she was afraid of going out with him?
Then again, she had been waiting for this time for what seemed forever. She wanted to be an item; and, if she was going to be an item, she would rather it be with Danny than anyone else. Why did she have to think about a yes or no answer so much?
"S- sure." She felt the blush hit her face and she cursed her face. "That'd be…cool."
He grinned, widely. "Cool."
They continued down the street in silence now. Sam stared at the paved road before her. Maybe it was okay to take an easy path, as long as one kept their eyes open.
Danny, as nonchalantly as possible, took her hand. He held it and she felt her heart skip a beat. She thought he might let go when they go to school, but he didn't let go of it, not until they hit the doors. Reluctantly, they both let go and face the prison that was often referred to as high school.
Sam got to her locker. He stood behind her, like they had done forever, but this felt different. She couldn't help but smile at how well her fortune was…until she opened her locker.
She looked into the mirror and looked for Danny, only he wasn't there. In his place was his ghost half. He stared at her with his green eyes, almost menacingly; but, there was something else there too. She had known instantly this wasn't Danny, because those green eyes were staring at her with an insane obsession, a dark hunger…for her.
Before she could get a word out, the ghost winked and disappeared. Now, it was only Danny, staring at her confused, worried.
"Sam." His hand touched her shoulder. She flinched. "Is something wrong?"
She slammed the door shut and put on a smile. Quickly, she turned around, almost half expecting the ghost to be there, but it wasn't, so she tried to act like nothing was wrong. A sigh of relief escaped her.
"I'm fine," she answered. "Let's go."
Not looking back, she almost ran down the surprisingly empty hallway. Danny called to her, but she didn't hear him. All she could focus on were the green eyes that held the insanely dark obsession in them. It had been just like her dream, but no…this was worse, because she knew that it was real.
Maybe it was time she told someone what was happening.
End Chapter
Author's Notes- For the people who have read this before, you're probably wondering what in the world I'm thinking. Well, I read my story and I realized that it just didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. Originally, I wanted to base it off of the beginning poem, but it didn't turn out like that, so now I've done a massive rewrite. That's right boys and girls, you read it. I'm redoing the entire story! Don't worry, though, because this will be just as good. In fact, it's going to be darker and more sinister…muahahahahaha. As always, I appreciate C&C, so tell me what you think. Ciao.