Deranged • Ghost N.H. au

Nineteen

I slowly moved my body so I could sit up straight, not once taking my eyes off of the two people that I had missed so dearly. Once I was sat up straight, I placed my hands on the asphalt and pulled myself to stand up, when I looked down, something caught my eye. Two police cars were parked not far from me, sirens ringing loudly though the normally silent evening. There were several cops trying to block out the crowd that was forming by pushing them aside as an ambulance rushed to the scene. What was all the commotion about? Was there an accident? I took a last glance at my mother and father before turning around and making my way over to the crowd. I tried to push through when I noticed that that wasn't even needed. I could walk straight through these people, they didn't even see me or aknowledge me there. When I looked down at my own body, I gasped and clasped a hand over my mouth which went straight through my face. What is going on?

I quickened my pace, now running through the crowd of people. I felt disgusting as I ran straight through their bodies, but I needed to see what was going on. I stopped in my track when I finally saw what was going on, almost falling to my knees at the sight in front of me. I was laying on the ground, or at least my body was while several people were trying to bring me back to life, attending CPR to my body. Was this what it felt like? Was this how Niall felt, the past eight years? Had I died? 

I was covered in blood, my back was bent in a rather strange position and there was a big gash that started on my forehead, trailing all the way down to my neck. It was sickening, really, to see yourself like this, people trying to save you while you know that it's already to late. 

"It is not too late yet, my dear." I heard a soft voice, coming from behind me. The same voice that had sung me a lullaby every night, right before I would go to sleep. Mom.

"M- mom?" I hiccuped, making my way over to her. "Yes, honey. It's me." She smiled, opening her arms for me, when I reached her, I wrapped my arms around her torso and hid my face in her chest. She wrapped one of her arms around my waist, the other on my head, stroking my hair. "You look beautiful, my dear." She smiled, pushing me away from her, looking me over. 

"Where's dad?" I asked her while looking around, trying to find him. I thought I had just saw him, where did he go? "He had to go back, he still has a lot to process, love. It's only been a year, your father isn't ready yet." She spoke, her hands still on my shoulders. "Mom, am I dead? What's happening?" I asked her, it felt like I was crying but there were no tears coming out of my eyes. 

"You have a choice, honey. I know about Niall, if you want to go back and stay with him, this is the time, go back and finish what you've started." She spoke, pausing for a brief moment before continuing. "However, you may come with me, if you want. If you're ready to leave this all behind, you can come with me, back to your father." Her smile left her face when she offered me to come with her, almost as if she didn't want it but was forced to tell me this.

"I missed you so much, mom. You have no idea how much I missed you." I replied, wrapping my arms around her once more. "I know, honey, I know." She spoke, her chin resting on the top of my head. I could go with her, leave all of this behind, I could be with my parents again. I've prayed to god so many times the past year. I've prayed for him to take me with him, back to my parents. You have no idea how much I had missed them and how much I longed for them to be within my reach again. 

But now that I was actually being given the opportunity to join them in the afterlife, I suddenly didn't want to anymore. And the very reason for that was Niall. I wasn't ready to leave Niall behind yet. There will be a time that he will no longer be with me, I know that but I wanted to cherish the moments that I could still have with him and I needed to be alive for that. I know I will see my parents again, I know I will be with them again but not now. If someone had asked me this six months ago, I would've agreed in an instant but not anymore. I will join my parents when I'm old and when I've lived a long and happy life. 

I need to go back to Niall and tell him how I feel, and eventually I will have to help him move on. 

"I have to go back, mom, I'm not done yet." I whispered as I released my grip on her and we both took a step back. She took a deep breath before responding. "Go, honey, We will see each other when you are ready." A proud smile was etched to her face as she looked at me before turning around, making her way back in to the welcoming, bright light. "Bye, mom." It came out as a whisper but apparently she heard me because she turned around once more, waving at me before she was out of sight and the light was pulled back, back in to nothing and eventually it disappeared.

I was hardly given any time before my current form, or my soul as some would call it, was pulled back by a force that I couldn't see, let alone fight. After a few seconds, I could feel my own heartbeat again and I could feel the blood pumping through my veins. 

I tried to realise what was happening when I started gasping for air again, not being able to suck the air in to my lungs. After a while of trying to fight my own body, darkness engulfed me and I blacked out.

A/n: Of course I wouldn't let her die. #Riall needs to get it on first. Did you get any further on figuring out who the killer is? I WANT TO SCREAM IT OUT TO YOU SO BAD BUT I CAN'T SORRY.

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