Dead Man Walking (Glanny Fic)

Chapter 30

My heart stops beating for a split second. How could she possibly know?

“Well, Danny?” she asks. “How much of the night do you remember?”

My eyes close into slits and I glare at Glen.

“What did you tell her?” I hiss into his jaw.

“Nothing,” he sobs. “I've been with you all morning.”

“Liar! When did you tell her?”

“Glen told me nothing, Danny,” she says calmly. “So, just answer the question. What do you remember?”

“I remember everything,” I hiss.

“Why are you lying to me, Danny? I can see right through you.”

“I told you. I remember everything about this morning.”

“I didn't ask you about this morning, Danny. I asked you about last night. When this version of you was in control. Tell me how much you remember about last night.”

I don't like that. I don't like that at all. But I have no choice but to answer.

“Nothing.” I force the word out, feeling the strain on my lips.

“Okay. Shall we talk about that?”

“No. I don't want to talk.”

“We need to talk about this.”

“No. No we don't. I am the one in control here, and I'm telling you that I don't want to talk.”

“Why are you being like this? Why are you doing this to yourself? To us? To Glen?”

“You can't make me talk. You won't get anything out of me.”

“Are you scared, Danny?”

That hits a nerve. Or rather, that strikes into the heart of my good side and pushes the demon away. I am scared. Forgetting such an important moment scares the life out of me. I feel the familiar tears well up in my eyes and I nod.

“Okay. That's okay, Danny. It's okay to be scared. Are you back with us now?” I nod again. “Okay. Why don't you let Glen go?”

I involuntarily tighten my grip around him, feeling his body shake with fear.

“I can't...” I whimper.

“Danny...” She stands up and my hand is around Glen's throat. Tears burn my skin at his cry and I shake my head.

“Don't,” I choke. “Please...don't.”

I see Mark rise slowly, hands help up.

“Danny, listen to me,” he says slowly. “You don't want to hurt him.”

“I don't want to, but I can't stop it.”

“You can, Danny. You've done it before. You stopped him. You can stop him now.”

“I can't...”

“Yes you can. You're getting better. Prove it now. Let him go, and let us talk to you.”

I feel my hand loosen on his throat.

“I'm getting better...”

“Yes. Yes you are. You're doing so well. We're so proud of you.”

“I'm getting better...” And then I let go, pushing him gently from me. Mark steps forward, taking his hand and pulling him into his arms. As he sobs, my heart breaks for him.

“Now, Danny, I think I can help you,” I hear Madison say. “I think I've worked out what is happening to you. Why you are the way that you are. You're not a monster. You have a medical condition. I don't want to go into too much detail right now, but what I'm saying is that this is controllable.”

“But I thought...I thought you said I could do this on my own.”

“We've tried that, Danny. And as good as you're doing, you keep having these episodes. And we are still at risk. As much as I want you to get better on your own, I think that it's time that we tried another method. There's medication we can give you to help you”

“Medication...he won't like medication.”

“The medication will get rid of him. Slowly and surely, you will gain control again. And Danny O'Donoghue will be back.”

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A/N - Hello again! Another upload tonight. Just wanted to get this one up. Again, not overly happy with this either. Think there's something missing...but it needs to be there. Trust me, it does. Also, in other news, my I'm Yours story has gone up on Danny O'Donoghue.Net's new fanfic section! Very exciting stuff! Check out the other awesome stories on there if you haven't already! Let me know what you think of everything! Vote, comment, do your thing. Much love x