The Moon {Zayn Malik AU}

Two~New

Lizzie's POV

I'm shocked.

Just shocked.For the first time I heard my first sound! Or maybe. I dunno. All I know is that I just had a fifty/fifty chance of hearing something. As if I didin't just hear the sound of a rock plopping in water and sinking like the titanic.

I do a small corny jump, pumping my fist in the air like they would in the movies. I smiling like Delilah would've if mum let her have ice cream. I know I sound like a complete idiot for my only accomplishment being hearing a sound, but whatever! That feels big to me.

I pick up another rock and drop it into the lake so I can hear that sound again but I fail. That starts to make me wonder if I had imagined the sound occurring, but it sounded real to me.

My smile loosens and I venture back to my cabin to calm down from all of the excitement but I still ca't contain myself. i think i might have heard myself squeal, but just like the rock, I could've imagined that too. It isn't until my hand rattled the doorknob to my cabin that I noticed how really excited I was.

Okay calm down there Lizzie.

For the first time in what feels like forever I'm actually showing off a genuine smile, not like there's anyone to show my toothy grin off to, but you get the idea.

As a matter a fact, I don't think I really have smiled in my lifetime. maybe once or twice but not a true one. The only time I smiled was when i was when i would be with Delilah. That way she wouldn't pester me about why I look so upset. hank you frown lines that i've had since birth.

I'm kind of angry for proving my doubts this entire time wrong with my damn curious self but hey, look what happened. I got one peep of sound and that's just a right amount of delusions to make me go off.

I looked out from a small but reasonably sized window to look at the sky and it was just turning into he evening. It was the right color of navy and as if it were a face, the sky was freckled with stars. Yep. Just the way I like it.

My elbow stood on it's own carrying my chin and just chillin' out there. My other hand stated outlining the faint bumps of wood that signified it used to have a life too.

Ever since I died, I've been emotionally attached to every living thing like trees and flowers. I got all rational thinking a few times "What if I haden't killed that house spider when I was four?"

I only laugh at my younger self because I've come to realize it that I was pretty in over my head.

My emotional connection with the trees are stronger than any love out there because I feel like they have feelings too. Although I feel quite terrible that I'm showing sympathy for these oaks of wood while I occupy a cabin made up of nothing but lumber.

I suppose I'm not so lonely after all these months. I also have a theory if these trees died somehow and ended up her with me. And to think that all of a sudden i became a positive person after hearing a rock plop into water.

The sky is no longer an aurora of pink, navy and purple but I stands a dashing hue of dark blue and the stars still stand proud showing off their gleam. I suggest It is time to go to bed because I know the sun will shine in a couple of hours, so I dive into to bed
And hope to fall asleep once my head hits the pillow, but... I don't.

Something still bothers me about the fact that-yes I'm still on this topic-I heard my first sound.

Like, it feels as if it shouldn't have happened, and I mean like something bad will come from this.

Like what? My inner voice inquires.

"Like the fact that for about a year It was dead silent and now all of a sudden I'm hearing things." I say aloud with no one really listening to me.

A war-like argument happens in my brain, opposing thoughts battling against each other to prove a point to my self. I'm not exactly sue but If I were alive then, I'd have a killer headache.

I toss and turn trying to get some zzz's but I can't. Arguing with yourself is pretty tiresome but then again it's keeping me awake at the same time which only makes this logic more confusing.

If I had NyQuil right now...

Soon the night escapes and the morning comes back with plenty of rest, while I on the other hand feel like a zombie after hibernation.

My feet plant themselves on the floor, and I stretch from my bones staying locked in numerous positions. Trust me, by bed might look fresh out of a hotel catalog, but it feels like I slept on a rock.

I trudge downstairs, mushoulderslumping forward and my feet creating a forte, strong thump against the hard wood floors.

I go to the bathroom(without a sink and toilet) and there in the mirror is a disturbing image of me looking worse that the demon from The Exorcist

I know, I know. I wake up with bed hair every day, but but now I'm starting to rethink if I actually did look better than now. Nobody will see me so it doesn't matter if I'm dolled up or not.

I'm in a place where eating was cut from my routine so obviously there's no kitchen. Or have I mentioned that already?

Again, I'm in the same outfit and although it feels clean, the thought of having it on for a really long time feels filthy. Unless an anthesis of sweet smells happens inside of my clothes, then I'll be satisfied.

There's no hair products like shampoo or conditioner(however I could really use some) but there is a weird brush that appears anywhere when I need it. And today it chose its spot on...the counter! Yeah, not really exciting.

I grab the brush by the handle and take a couple of strokes through my hair until I feel that it's tangle free.

The sun shines brightly, almost violently, through the windows. On days like this it would be hard to resist not going outside but today I just don't feel like it. It seems like morning, and only people who work and crazy people go out in the morning.

I guess I'm crazy.

A cantillation of beeping runs through my head for some reason but it's been that way since I got here; so I just ignore it.

A couple of months ago(or if time here is way different that on Earth) I've been feeling weird things happening around me an on me. Like if I'm on a trail in the woods, I'll see my little sister or mother from a distance but not quite there. Almost like an apparition. Which is quite odd since I should be the apparition that they see instead of vice versa.

As these weird happenings make themselves known, the more I learn about my own world, real or not, I'm apart of a place; and all of a sudden it feels new to me. Where I was clueless to my surroundings and only thought of this place as a forest of nature but barren of people. Sure I miss my family, who wouldn't, but I have a new life, In a new place, a new start, a new journey.My job is to make the best afterlife I have, learning and discovering new things about this place and my self. And it is my priority to fulfill that job.

Oh and don't worry, I have plenty of time.