The Frozen Death

Chapter 5

The underground

I watch my dad open the backdoor and grab his shovel, he then takes my body out there, digs a shallow hole the size of a grown man's body. I'm no where near a grown man's height. I'm only 14. I watch him make sure my body would fit (it definitely would) I then watched him cover my body in dirt until you couldn't see me anymore. I don't get a coffin. Not even a normal grave. I get a shallow, no coffin grave. But, I expected it. I don't expect him to have a random coffin laying around. I don't think anybody would have a random coffin laying around. Right?

I watch my father go back in the house. I don't move. I don't feel a thing. Not just because I'm dead, no...That's not the case. It's because nobody cares. Nobody even cares to actually call the police. Get an ambulance. Instead the only amount of shits they give is to put me in a coffinless shallow grave. I stand there and think. "Its okay." I hear Malaria say. It startles me. I turn around still kinda shell shocked my eyes a little wide. "Did I scare you?" She asks Im calmer now. It's weird, I don't feel my heart beating in my chest like somebody would when they get scared. I say nothing "I know, I know, it happens." I give her a confused look "The only reason why I'm a ghost, why all of us are ghosts, is because we are tied to the body. When we don't get a proper barrial, we stay attached. And we stay until we get our barrial." I say nothing and stared at the bare dirt from my grave. "Oh." I say, that's all I can manage to get out of my mouth. I really wanted to scream. I wanted to cry, get it all out, but I didn't. I stood there.

We stood there in silence for what felt like forever. I felt uncomfortable with this awkward silence. I decided to go back in the house and as soon as I entered I was met with shouting once again. "WHAT ARE WE TO DO!? WE CANT KEEP THIS A SECRET!" my mom shouted. "Hunny. We need to." "NO WE NEED TO CALL THE POLICE" My mom shouted. "I don't want to be here" I say. I don't know why I say it, it's unlike anybody can hear me. Except for Malaria and the other ghosts. Which I hadn't noticed had gone outside to pay respects to my "Grave" using that terminology makes me quiver with rage. I calm myself down. The yelling isn't helping. My visions going red. I go as fast as I can out of the house. My vision comes back. I'm still angry? Why? I run further just to realize I'm back in the backyard. I can't go to my spot. My spot I need to go to. I run into the forest behind the house taking the root that I took everyday when conflict and yelling happened in the house. They would never even notice when I would leave unless the shouting was about me. It was hardly ever. I was never remembered. Remembering that made me more angry. My vision was going blurry I took the last turn and the forest opened up to a clearing with thick trees surrounding the clearing making a circle. In the middle was a thick tree that looked like it was thousands of years old. Attached to a strong branch was a wooden swing attached by two strong strings. When I reached the clearing I practically flew myself onto the swing.

When I was alive, I would run to this clearing and swing on the swing to calm me down. I started to swing subtly. It works. It's far enough away that I won't be forcefully out back where my body is. At this point I realized. I'm never getting out of here. My vision blurs with red I swing harder. It calms me down. I pretend to breath in and out, it calms me down somehow. Even though I didn't actually breath at all it still helps. I start to except it. "Zane!?" A voice shouts. It startles me. Branches crunch. I look around frantically "Are you there?" I stopped swinging I heard a branch behind me. I whipped around. Even without circulation or a heartbeat anymore, I could feel something in my chest and my cheeks felt warm. I'm confused. That confusion quickly goes away when I realize that the person there is Eric. I can feel my cheeks get hot. I'm still confused about the fact that my cheeks can get hot. But it's my last concern right now. He walks towards the swing I sat on. My cheeks feel hotter. Like they're burning.

He touches the swing and sits. Makes my stomach flutter he catches his breath "Zane?" "What are you doing here?" I say out loud. I realized he couldn't hear me. His clueless face looking around makes me sad. "MALARIA!?" I shout. No response I shout again, "MALARIA!?" I shout again "what" I jump, "who's he?" She asks blankly. "Uhh just someone I met at school.." my cheeks flushing red. "When I was alive that is.." I calm down. "What did you want?" Malaria asks, like I interrupted her sleeping or something. "I was wondering... is there any way that I can... Make a human see me?" I say, clearly with hesitation. "Yes, what about it?" She says, with some sass in her tone. "I-I....I just want to know so I can practice scaring people!" Damn it. I can't stop stuttering. "Your family?" "Yes." I say, knowing it's a lie. "Okay, fine. Let me tell you how this works."

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