The Fallen

Chapter 8

Danielle opened her eyes to a dim light. She couldn't remember what happened, but she had a massive headache instead of her memories. She brought her hand to her forehead and pushed a couple of strands of hair out of her face. Her stomach started to churn making her dizzy. She pushed herself off her bed and grabbed a wastebasket out from under her desk and let her sickness take over. She felt miserable and hated the feeling of being sick, being weak. She went through her memories trying to remember what happened the night before. She remembered Taylor. The new girl. She was in charge of her but she was left by Taylor. There was a guy, and drinks. "What the hell happened?" Danielle asked out loud to no one. Light filled the room and Danielle spun around to see a figure in her door way. It felt like she was just hit with an uncomfortable heat wave.

"What the fuck were you doing last night?" They asked. It was Brendon as mad as ever.

"I actually don't know. Care to tell?" Danielle asked. She must have done something stupid again to piss off Brendon. She felt like that all she's been doing. "You got drunk and was making out with a guy!" Brendon screamed. Brendon before had no problem with anyone he has meant kissing someone. But Danielle, he kept an eye on her. He remembered his promising someone too, but no one can know he remembers. "His name is Liam." She said flatly. She found no problem with what she did. It was one kiss. Not a makeout session. She pushed herself to stand fully, but went straight into the chair for her desk.

"Yeah, I know. Stay away from him."

"Over protective much?" Danielle asked laughing. He really thought he had power over Danielle. He does scare her, but she knows he would never hurt her. The heat in her room went down.

"Danny." He said not finishing his sentence. He walked into the room while closing the door. The only light was dim. Danielle spun around and turned on the lamp on her desk. She spun back around and Brendon was sitting on her messy bed. "I don't want you to get hurt." He said looking up at her. His eyes where their normal brown and looked sad, like a lost puppy. Danielle hated the sadness in the room. She just wanted to put the sadness in a ball on throw it out a window or something. Just to get it out of here. "Hey who say's 'The Danielle' get's hurt?" She asked while lifting up her arms, flexing no muscle. She was trying to lift the mood. But as Brendon chuckled she knew it was still their but some sadness was left in the room.
"He could. He a classic FuckBoy." He said with sadness and happiness in his voice. It was strange. How could someone sound sad and happy at the same time? "No he's not." Danielle said defending Liam. She didn't find him to be someone who will give you love then just dump you on the side of the street.

"Well if he does you'll be finding him getting kicked into the hole to hell."

"No need. I'll be doing that. But I don't think he's like that." The two laughed at what they said. Danielle managed to hold back her laughs to talk. "We good now?" She asked looking at Brendon. Brendon saw a little kid instead of an nighteen year old. He saw a little girl waiting for an answer if she could go out on a date with some boy at school. He wished Danielle wasn't dead. He knew she died young and knew how, and he wished she lived more of her life before dying, or anything else then the way she did.

"Yeah, but i'm keeping an eye on you two."

"What? Are you my dad now?" She asked sending them into fits of laughter again. Brendon found her as a sister. But he wouldn't let himself think it was her. No one can know he remembers. Something he used his power on before he became hidden. To remember.

Danielle was drying her hair from a grey towel while standing in the kitchen with Brendon. After their talk Danielle really wanted to take a shower. She hated how her hair was a mess and just being gross. Brendon found white skinny jeans and grabbed one of his black shirts and gave them for her to change into. She tried not to gag when she saw all the scratches and blood on her skin. Under her pants their was a gash in her leg giving it a trail of blood. The other was covered in bruises. Her stomach was red and had many red marks up higher. Her collarbone had a line across it with dried blood on it. She didn't have the courage to look at her back. But she saw all the blood go down the drain. She tried not to think about it while she was about to ask the same question to Brendon another time.

"Where's Liam?"

"I don't know Danny for the tenth million time." Brendon exaggerated.

"I just want to make sure he's okay. You knocked him out!"

"Because he was kissing you!"

"I thought we already were done with that."
"He deserved it. You were drunk-"

"We both where. Bren, please. I just want to make sure he's okay."

"Since when do you call me Bren?"

"Since now. Now you have to take me to Liam!" Danielle said pushing her chair away so she could walk closer to him. They stood a couple of feet away from each other, glaring.

"I. Want. To. See. Liam. Now." Danielle hissed, stopping after every word. Brendon raised his left eyebrow at Danielle. He knew she wasn't going to stop. "Fine." He said while shaking his head. Danielle stop glaring and smiled. She grab his wrist and started to pull him toward the door.

"Come on let's go." Danielle let go off his wrist and walked out. "If he does anything i'm pushing him down the hole!" Brendon screamed before following Danielle.