Beyond (Niall Horan) (COMPLETED)

Chapter Six

I thought this plotline might be...interesting (x lets see how it turns out, shall we? (:

Mariana's POV

"I've been waiting for you."

With a gasp, I immediately turned, running up the stairs. Now standing back in the attic, I glanced around, growing more and more anxious by the second.

"Where are you?" I called out, my voice just a bit above a whisper. I didn't want my brother or my parents to wake up and come looking for me. (I don't know how thin these walls are or if the attic extended up above my parent's bedroom).

"Hello?" I called again after not getting a single reply for five minutes.

About ready to sigh and shrug it off as my over eager imagination, I heard it again. The voice was quiet, faint, but it was definitely there.

"Please don't leave."

"Where are you?" I asked again immediately after hearing the voice. I wanted to know if I could actually get a response this time.

Or if I was completely losing my mind...

"I'm here," said the voice. I tried looking around, but still saw nothing. Even the flashlight's steady beam revealed nothing as the light bounced off the dark attic walls.

"Can you show yourself?" I asked. The spirit, presence, whatever it was, hadn't replied to me. It seemed to be...shy.

"Turn off the light, please." This response came almost immediately after I had spoken, shocking me. I hadn't expected for it to reply that fast, if even at all.

"Which light?" I questioned, wondering if the spirit was talking about the flashlight or the overhead lightbulb that was so dim it proved almost no light whatsoever.

The question hanged suspended in the air as it awaited a response.

Finally, one came.

"Both..."

Its (his?) reply was short, curt and it seemed to drift off, quickly coming to a silence. But it was still understandable.

"Alright," I smiled, although I didn't know why I was smiling. I couldn't even see the ghost! (If it even was a ghost)

But...I guess he could see me. He probably could.

Making my way across the attic, I flipped off the light switch. The amount of light in the room hardly changed at all, as the lightbulb was shit anyway.

Moving into the center of the room, I clicked off my flashlight.

The Next Morning

Waking up the next morning with a gasp, I snapped my head around, looking at where I was.

I was on the sofa.

In the living room.

Light streamed in from the windows, and I could hear my father preparing coffee in the kitchen.

Did last night even happen? I wondered.

Was it actually a dream?

No...

It couldn't have been.

Last night was too...too real to have been a simple dream.

I couldn't believe what had happened up there. It wasn't a dream, there was no way. Everything was so real, it had to have actually happened.

But how did I end up on the couch back in the living room?

"Oh Mariana, you're up!" I heard a voice exclaim, knocking me out of my thoughts. Looking up, I was met with my father in his favorite red striped pajamas, clutching a mug of hot looking coffee. He eyes were still filled with sleepiness.

"Hi Dad," I smiled.

"I was just about to wake you." He said, sitting down on the sofa. I moved my legs, settling myself so that I was now sitting up instead of laying across the entire thing to give him some more room.

"What time is it?" I asked, watching as he brought the mug of coffee to his lips.

"Seven," came his response.

I gasped. Dad looked over at me, his face full of confusion.

"What?" He asked.

"I was supposed to wake up half an hour ago!" I exclaimed, jumping up off of the sofa. "I have to get ready for school!"

About to take off running up to my bedroom, Dad spoke up.

"Actually, you don't."

Turning towards him, I shot out a quick reply.

"It's Tuesday! Yes I do!"

Ms. Hilten was going to kill me if I was late to class again, I worriedly thought.

"Your mother and I contacted the school. You and Eric both have the rest of the week off to help us unpack and settle into the house. You'll start school next Monday," Dad explained, taking another sip of his coffee.

I simply gawked at him.

"But...but...why didn't you tell us this before?!" I demanded. Just yesterday, they had brought up something about school today.

"It was a last minute decision," Dad shrugged. "Your mother and I decided that it might be best to get you and Eric settled in before you must deal with school again."

After this, I didn't really know how to reply. So, forcing a smile on my lips, I just uttered two simple words.

"Thanks Dad."

He smiled.

"No problem sweetie."

After finishing his coffee, Dad kissed me on the head before getting up and heading to the kitchen. I heard him place the empty mug in the sink before he shouted at me, telling me he was going back upstairs to get ready for work.

"Okay!" I hollered back, listening to the sound of his footsteps on the stairs.

After waiting a few minutes, I immediately hopped up from the couch. Going upstairs as quietly as I could, I snuck past my parents bedroom door, which was closed, and then Eric's bedroom door (which was also closed).

Finally, I reached the last room. My room. Opening the door and shutting it silently behind me, I stepped into the room.

Immediately, my gaze fell upon the door to the attic.

I had to go up there again.

It was time to ask the ghost boy about what had happened last night.

o: what happened in the attic the night before? I love cliffhangers :3 comment and vote if you want!