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IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G



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There wasn't much good that Jack could see in his life, not as of late.
New school meant new people, new people meant new stress, and new
stress meant more Danny. And Jack hated Danny. At least...he
thought he hated Danny. Sometimes. Other times...there was nobody
he looked up to more. At times, Danny seemed like the only one that
made sense. Today had been a particularly bad day. And today,
Danny seemed brilliant. There was no flaw to Danny's word. Jack was
upset, distraught, and everything Danny said happened to make it
worse and yet somehow comfort him in a strange way, all at the same
time. So what if Jack didn't have any friends? So what if the only
people he was able to hold a conversation with were either related to
him or living with him? There was a good side to it. For instance, he
hadn't had an anxiety attack today. Well, he had been on the brink of
one during lunch, but he'd managed to find a quiet spot on the side of
the performing arts building, down a few anxiety pills and sit quietly for
a few moments, eyes closed. And when he'd opened his eyes, Danny
had been there, smiling smugly down at him. He had helped Jack up,
helped him find his next class, and had sat next to him the entire hour,
chattering incessantly into his ear, filling his mind with thoughts that
deviated far from where they were supposed to, having nothing to do
with Physics.

"It wasn't important today, anyway. Just more rules to follow. But
you don't break any rules, do you, Jack? You're too goody goody for
that, aren't you, Jack?" There he was, sitting on top of the piano,
staring at Jack, who sat on the piano bench, his fingers lightly tracing
the ivory keys. Jack didn't look up at him, but instead continued to
stare downwards, at the keys, refusing to look at Danny. And yet he
knew exactly what Danny was doing. He could practically feel the
smirk, almost see the tail flipping back and forth lazily, slowly. And then
there were long, skeletal fingers, over his own. Pushing them down,
playing a jumble of random notes that didn't fit together, and Danny
cackled, the noise reverberating in Jack's mind, the only place the
cackle could be heard, anyway. "S-stop...that. Leave me alone..."
He didn't bring his voice above a stammering whisper, looking over his
shoulder once at the open door. He was already the new kid, he didn't
want to be the crazy kid already, just like he had been at every school
prior.

"Oh, Jackie. I couldn't do that. I would never leave you. Not all
by yourself. How awful! You need me, you know. Without me...you'd
have nobody to talk to, isn't that right? It'd be Jack Green, all by
himself. No...no, no, no, Jackie. You need me. Someone has to
tell you what to do. How would you fend, on your own? You're a
failure, Jackie. Nothing you ever do is right, you know. It's no wonder
people don't like you..." "People like me just fine..." "Ha!"
Danny said no more, just sat, watching as Jack pressed finger after
finger down on the keys, of his own accord now, playing out a slow,
sad sounding song. Bach's B Minor Mass. He had always found music
was able to drown out the sound of Danny's voice, Danny's cackles.
And anything that could shut Danny up was more than welcome, in
Jack's opinion. For a moment he closed his eyes, playing gently, hoping
and wishing that when he opened them again, Danny would be gone.
He knew he had to go home, but he didn't want to walk home with
Danny. Bad things happened with Danny. Such as the time Danny told
Jack he should fly to the sun, and so Jack had tried jumping off the
roof. Or the time Jack told Danny if he killed himself, he could be
permanently invisible, and his third grade teacher would never call on
him to answer questions again. Both times, Jack had ended up in the
hospital. And those weren't the worst times, either.

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