In Between by S. E. Gutierrez (i like reading .txt) 📖

no sense."

He laughed again, and I found myself smiling. Suddenly, he groaned in pain, collapsing.

"Sam, Sam, what is it?" I asked, freaking out a little.

Suddenly, he vanished, replaced by someone who looked just like him, but with inky hair and eyes.

I froze.


Ethan

Now is my chance, I thought as I crept up behind this Sam kid. I wanted to live again, and he was my only chance.

I was a ghost, and he was a spirit. No, the two aren't the same, ghosts are the trouble-makers, where as the spirits are the goody-gody-two-shoes of the Haunted World. This kid had just died the same way I had. Killed to get revenge on our fathers.

This kid was a special case though. He was destined to be a ghost, but somehow turned himself into a spirit, therefore having the abilities of both. I was there when he got murdered, and I caused that light he and this Danyella saw. The only thing he didn't realize was that I set aside some of my abilities to preserve his body.

Now, all I had to do was knock this kid out and send him to Limbo long enough to get away. Silently, invisibly, I came up behind him. With a flick of my wrist, he was down. A small spell, and he had his five minute in Limbo. It was time for the girl.

I flashed my apparition, ans she froze.

"Sam?" she whimpered.

Wiht a malicious smile, I gave one tilt of my head, no. She tried to run and I caught her in a net of my powers. She tried to ram her way past me. I changed my position, standing in front of her.

"Night little Dannyella." I said, sending a wall of my powers at her.

In seconds, she was on the beaten path, out. With my job done, I flashed to my old home. My parents hadn;t cared enough to stay, and I scared the other residents of. The house was slightly overgronw, and vacant. It wouldn't be for long.

I was determined to live again.


Sam.

I couldn't move. I couldn't see, and I could tell Dannyella wasn't here. Where is she? I saw dim light, starting to brighten. Suddenly, I was tumbling out of where ever I was, back onto the little road where I had left Dannyella. I forced my eyes open. And I saw her.

Her hair was spleyed like a halo around her head, and she was out cold, again.

"Dannyella." I said, crawiling over to her.

Nothing.

"Dannyella!" I yelled, trying to shaker her.

Her eyelids fluttered. I forced myself to be heard one more time.

"Dannyella!" I shouted.

Something. She bolted up.

"Sam? Sam?" she whimpered.

"Sh, I'm here," I whispered.

"He looked just like you, but his hair and eyes looked like coal. He made you disappear, Sam." she was scared.

"Whatever he was, he's gone now." I comforted her.

For some odd reason, I felt compelled to find this house. It was overgrown, and looked old. And it was vacant.

"Dannyella, I think I have to find this house, you know, to move on I guess." i told her, describing the house I saw.

She nodded. "That's twostreets over form the alley, down about four houses. It's been vacant for about three years now. Everyone says it's haunted."

"Thanks." I said, turning to leave.

"Wait," she shouted at me. "I'm coming too. I want to see this guy go down. I have a feeling he's the thing haunting that place."

I nodded. "Fine, but at the first sign of that guy, you're gone. Got it?"

She nodded once, no longer afraid.

Two blocks later, the silence had become unbearable.

"So," we both started at the same time.

She gigled, her ebony hair bouncing. "You first."

"Just wondering, but what was it that guy wanted, you looked pretty sad after he left." I replied.

Her face went stony. "That was Ky, he's my best friend. He asked me out, and I said no."

I felt my eyes widden. "Why?!"

She turned her face to look at me. "I just, I guess I felt like, I don't know. It just, didn't feel right. That and if my parents caught me with a boy, I would probably end up joining you on the other side."

"Hmm. Anyway, what were you going to say?" I asked

"Ya know, I totally forgot." she giggled again.

I snorted. "I find it kind of funny, the day I was finally going to say hi to you, is the day I die."

"Well, you still haven't said hi yet."

"Hi!" I said.

She laughed, and I found myself laughing too. Our good mood came to an abrupt stop.

We found the house.


Ethan

I walked into the familiar setting of my house. Imediatley walking up the stairs, i thought through how exactly I was going to do this. I opened the door to the room holding Sam's body. I laughed to myslef. I was now considered a body snatcher. Sure I'd have darker hair than when I was alive. Sure I wanted my blonde-haired-blue-eyed form back, but he looked just like me. That's the thing about when we die. Our "colors" are swithced. White becomes black and black becomes white. Just our hair and eyes change.

I heard Sam and Dannyella come down my street. I flashed out of the house. They couldn't find me there.

But they would probably find Sam's body.


Dannyella

The house was old, and loomed over our heads. The gloom of the palce made it feel like a mausoleum. I lanted to latch into Sam's arm and freak out like a little girl, but I knew I couldn't.

We explored the lower level, gliding through the rooms and halls. We wound our way up the stairs. The upper level was a large loft, divided in the middle by a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. the space to the right was empty save an old telvision and a couch/loveseat set.

Sam and I started making our way towards what lay on the other side of the bookshelf. books lined the walls, and lay open on the numerous tables. Someone had left all these book when they left, and I wanted to know why. As we looked around, I noticed something out of the ordinary.

A glass coffin overflowed with a murky, mistlike substsance. I tried to poke Sam's arm. Apparently he felt it.

"What?" he asked, lightly irritated.

"Umm, there's a coffin over there." I said, pointing to the corner it hid in.

He motioned for me to get behind him. I roled my eyes and trudge next to him. He glared at me.

"No offense, but I think I'll be better protected next to you." I said.

He just shooke his head.

As we came close to the coffin, the mist seemed to shrink away from us, curling around the body inside.

"Can you please get behind me? It's just make me feel better." he begged.

I nodded, I didn't want to see the face of the person that lay there. Suddenly, Sam staggered back a few stepps. Thumping down, e brought his knees up and burried his face in them.

I rushed over to him.

"Sam, Sam what's wrong, who's in there?" I asked.

"Me."


Sam

Why in Hades was my body here. Then it hit me. This Ethan guy. I remebered seeing images of him leaning over a coffin, this coffin. I jumped up.

"Dannyella! We need to le-" a boom rattled the house.

The shelves fell, and dust clouded the air, visibility was cut down to zero.

"Sam!" I hear Dannyella shout.

There was another crash as yet another shelf fell. Dannyella screamed.

"Sam! Help!" her voice was strained.

If anyone up there is listening, I thought, please let her be okay.

As I turned to fid her, but in a flash, I was pulled into teh coffin.

Sound seemed to turn off, and the smooth surface of the glas was freezing. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see. I heard Dannyella scream again.

She gave me the strenth to crawl my way out of the coffin. I looked at it before turning to go. The body was gone. The sound of sobs made me tear away from the sight.

I ran over to her.

"Sam?" she whimpered.

The top of a shelf had fallen on her arm and leg.

"I'm here Dannyella. But I don't know how I can help." I said.

"I-well I guess I didn't think of that." she tried to joke.

I took her hand. Mine didn't slip through.


Ethan

I felt the moment he broke through my defenses and touched his body. I felt the moment the bonding started. I felt the moment I stopped the linking. I felt the moment I created my own loophol.

His body isn't his own anymore. His body is half mine. I am determined to make it all mine.


Dannyella

The pain was everywhere. My vision ebbed as it blackened. I heard Sam say something, then I felt a hand in mine. I knew it was Sam's. I heard the gasp escape his lips, and I felt his arm circle around me, then the weight of the bookcase was gone. I was lifted up. I was struggling to fight an internal battle. Fighting to stay somewhat consious. It was a lost cause.

The moment the soft breeze of the outside world hit my face, I surrenedered. I let the darkness collapse around me.


I woke up the uneven motions of someone weaving their way around the forest. I groaned.

"Dannyella!" Sam exclaimed.

I felt him lose his footing. We tumbled to the ground, but somehow, he mannaged to slide under me, and lessen the impact for me. He lauhged.

"What in the world are you laughing about?" I asked as I rolled off of him.

"You have," he chuckled. "Leaves in you hair." he let out all his retained laughter.

I giggled, pawing at my hair, trying to get the twigs out. I jiggled my arm. Should be fine, definetley not broken. I tried to move my leg. Stupidest. Thing. Ever.

I gasped as I felt the bump on my leg where the bone was broken. My stomach churned. Sam scooted over.

"What? What is it?" he asked, concerned.

"Well, my leg is definetly broken. And, guesstimating from the sky, I'd say it's getting late. I have no clue as to where we are, so I guess we might as well call this an unplanned camping trip." I replied.

I pulled out my phone. On the third ring, Mommy Dearest answered.

"Where the heck are you?!" she nearly screamed.

I held the phone away from my ear, still able to hear her ranting. When the screeching ceased, I spoke.

"Sorry I didn't call earlier. A friend invited me to camping with her. We didn't have good reception. I'll be back by sunday though." I answered.

"Fine." she grumbled, hanging up.

Sighing, I slid my phone back into my pocket. Sam had a huge pile of leaves in his arms.

"Sam," I called.

"Hmmm?"