Ghost From The Past {Levi x Reader}

Prologue - Memories

I still remember that same night. 

I got home and just laid on my bed trying to forget the insults my classmates threw at me all day long. I looked up at the clock near my bedside to see it's only three o'clock in the afternoon. My brother should get home after a few hours then. And mum and dad, too. They usually come from work around eight. Just in time for dinner, though they don't usually eat with us. It's just me and James. 

Ugh, where is that airhead anyway?

As I undress and enter the shower to clear my thoughts, I feel a stare peircing my back, but as I turn around I see no one. I shrug it off and turn the faucet, letting the lukewarm water hit my back. With a sigh I start gliding my fingers through my hair, letting the feeling of relief and relaxation flow through my body. But something still bugs me in the back of my head nonstop even after I finish my shower, dress in casual clothes, and write my homework, something is off.

I feel that stare again, all the time, wherever I go, but it can't be real, it's not. I try to relax myself. I haven't had those nightmares from when I was little. Only five years old, and now nine years later that I finally forget about them they can't be coming back. He can't be coming back. No. It's not real. I'm just being paranoid again. I laugh trying to ease the tension that has fallen over my room and hear the door on the first floor opening as James's voice rings through the house. 

My bigger brother, only with three years though, is in the kitchen already digging through the contents of the fridge, fishing out the pizza we had yesterday and putting it in the microwave as I go downstairs.

"How was school?" He asks and I fidget nervously with my hair.

"Cool. You?" I ask back, preffering to change the topic, but he rarely buys it.

"(Y/N), stop lying around this lifetime and maybe you'll be a trustworthy person one day." James sighed just as the timer of the microwave went off and he got the pizza out. "Want some over a converse with your big bro?" He asked and I smiled with a nod as we seated ourselves at the counter and picked a piece of pizza, then chewed on it.

"It's that every day they treat me strangely, it's as if they're afraid, but hide it with being violent." With a sigh I went to the fridge and got out a cola from the inside, pouring some into two cups and handing one to James, who just listened.

"They punched you?" He gaped at my side and then just as he was to become furious, I stopped him.

"No, it happened once and it was an accident." I calmed down myself and took my pizza back in my hand. "No, they insult me, then stare at some blank dot behind me and cower away. It's af if they see someone... behind me. But there is never anyone there when I turn around."

"Oh, my sister is getting chased by a ghost!" James said dramatically.

"It's not funny, James. Really, they do act as if there's someone scaring them, but they don't dare say a word to him if he's even real and get their anger and fright out on me."

"I know, (Y/N), don't worry, but believe me when I tell you that ghosts exist." James grew serious, but even if it wasn't for the cheese dangling from his bottom lip, I laughed full on.

"Never thought my realist of a big brother would be the one to believe in ghosts." I exclaimed while clutching my sides, but then feeling sharp stare at the back of my head, making m freeze and turn around with the speed of light, however no one was there again.

"(Y/N), I'm serious, mum and dad believe it, too. Plus kids under fourteen are supposed to see ghosts and maybe that is what your classmates see."

"You mean there's a ghost hot on my trail every single day of my life and I haven't noticed? For how dumb do you take me, James?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as he sighed.