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Green Eyed Monster by Ransomed Heart
Chapter Two
Hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something
I stopped flying upwards when I hit the roof, not caring about anything except being alone. I sprawled out eagle-style on my back, closing my eyes and enjoying the sound of silence. The wind rustled my dark hair slightly, and I found myself enjoying the sensation because it was a distraction.
Then I realized that I was lucky to be feeling anything right now. Partly because there was little doubt in my mind that Sam was on the war-path right about now, and partly because only minute before I hadn't felt anything. I hadn't been able to control my own body. I hadn't been me.
My eyes shot open at the terrifying thought. How could you lose yourself? I thought suddenly that this must be what it's like for Dash when I possess his body. The hopeless feeling of watching from within yourself as your body performs acts that are out of your control. I shuddered and made a silent vow never to do that to Dash again.
Why not? You know you want to!
"No I don't," I said aloud, fighting the voice. Boy, did this ever give new meaning to the phrase 'the voices in my head don't like you.'
Sure you do. I know your every thought. Your deepest fears. Your doubts, your dreams. Even your deepest desires. I am you.
No you're not, I screamed back, finding myself drawn in to the mental battle. I would never do what you just did. If I ever touched Sam like that she would kill me! It would shatter the friendship we've had since we were kids! She probably already hates me now!
Pathetic. Letting your fear control you, how very human of you.
How dare you call yourself me and then insult me, I raged inwardly. Isn't that rather hypocritical?
Let's clarify then. I'm you, but I'm also me, your ghost half. I'm everything you're not. Where you're weak, I'm strong. Like the living from the dead, you and I are opposite, yet the same. I share all of your emotion, joy, fear, pain, and yes, Danny, even your lust.
The last word was accented, and it hit home. "I won't look at Sam that way," I said in a low voice. "She's my best friend, it's wrong!"
You already do. I just act on what you won't. The voice, Danny Phantom,sounded pleased.
"Maybe I don't want you to!" My voice rose, I was almost shouting now. It occurred to me that I must look and sound utterly insane. I was glad I was alone and that no one could hear me shouting to myself.
Are you so sure of that? Have you ever considered that this is for your own good?
"How can wreaking a friendship be good for me," I demanded to know.
Who said I was wrecking it? Maybe I'm just...developing it some.
"Maybe it doesn't need developed," I spat back. "I think it's fine as it is!"
You can't lie to me, Danny, the voice cooed back, almost scolding me. It's like lying to yourself. Deny it all you want, but you still know the truth. You are in love with your best friend, and no amount of screaming will convince me otherwise.
"I don't have to convince anyone, least of all you," I yelled, clenching my fists in anger.
"Danny?"
Oh no. That one thought ran continuously through my mind as I turned slowly to see Sam climbing up the ladder that led to the roof of Casper High. Her violet eyes brimmed with concern, and were locked on me. I must have looked every bit the monster that my other half was making me out to be; a lying jerk who runs from his emotions and his friends, with my fists clenched and wind-blown hair.
"Danny, what's wrong?" She was up completely now, and walking towards me, motions uncertain as she tried to take a mental assessment of my condition. She was probably scared out of her mind up here alone with her psycho friend, I realized. The way I was acting today, I couldn't blame her either.
Yeah, Danny, what's wrong, Danny Phantom goaded from inside me. Tell her, go on.
Shut up, I raged. I would have shouted that too, but I was sobered by Sam's presence. Instead I plastered on my best fake smile and gave her a reluctant wave. "Oh, me? Nothing. I'm fine, Sam."
"Bull." She shook her head at me. "You can't lie to me, Danny." Gee, that sounded familiar. Was there an echo on this roof? Sam drew herself up to her full height and glared at me, her face inches from mine. "Now talk."
I shook my head, backing away. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
The way you're lying lately I wouldn't believe you either, the voice quipped. I chose to ignore it because Sam was speaking again.
"Look, Danny, if there's something going on, you need to talk about it. Tucker and I are here for you. And after the whole 'I'm half-ghost' thing, trust me, not much could phase us." That came with a wry smile that almost broke me.
She has a point.
I shook me head to will the voice away, knowing it wouldn't work but trying anyway. I sighed and found myself sucked into Sam's eyes, filled with concern and betrayal. She was hurt that I wouldn't confide in her.
I caved. Danny Fenton, first class chicken. "You and Tuck and I will talk after school, okay? C'mon, I'll sneak us back into class before the teacher loses it."
Sam stared at me for a moment longer. Don't ask about earlier, I willed her silently. Just don't ask, please.
Why? You don't want to have to answer any awkward questions?
You caused it, I snapped back.
There was laughter. True. You know you liked it though. Gazing deeply into her eyes...
SHUT UP, I yelled mentally, eliciting more laughter. Ignoring my other self, I grabbed Sam's hand. "Ready?"
"Always." I nodded and went intangible, taking Sam with me as we drifted down back into the school. Running wouldn't do me any good anyway.