The Dead Boy (Ziall)

Chapter 3 ~ Escaping the dark

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Chapter 3 ~ Escaping the dark 

~Zayn's POV~

Never even have I been so scared before as now, locked in the dark. In a room I barely know. 

My heart is bouncing so loud I'm afraid it'll break out of my chest. My eyes are open wide, desperately to find some light in here, but not finding anything. My ears are focused on any unusual sounds since what I saw the cat do, but all I hear is my own raging breath. Chills are running down my back, creating goosebumps all over my skin. 

God help me.

I know the door and stairs are behind me somewhere. They have to be since I didn't move yet. Now all I have to do is stay calm and find my way through the dark. 

I gulp and calm myself. There is no one here, except for Theo's ghost and I know the cat likes me. 

A bit less scared I turn around slowly. My arms are in front of me so I can feel it when I reach the stairs are a wall. 

I dropped the flashlight and I'm not planning on finding it. 

Slowly I start walking, putting one foot in front of the other. The creaking of the wooden planks beneath my feet sound through the room, mixing with the sound of my breath. 

'Almost there' I encourage myself mentally. I have to be. I walked against some boxes, but stepped out of the way, then stepping back to the same line I was walking on. 

And then finally my hands touch something. I almost breath out in relief. I finally found the wall, but then I realize it isn't the wall. Walls aren't soft and warm. 

My hand slides over the object in front of me. It feels like skin, and then I feel someone's hair.

I suck in my breath scared out of my mind. 

I am touching someone. 

"Boo." A voice sounds through the room. It wasn't louder than a whisper, but still enough for me to hear.

I'm totally frozen. What can I do? I'm standing in an unfamiliar room in the dark with a person here.

My heart only stops completely when I see two lights starting to form in front of me. They're about on my height, maybe a little bit lower. 

I can't turn my head away from the two flames, it's like they have me under there spell. 

Second by second they become larger, enlightening what is in front of me.

In the flickering light I see the same boy  as on the television earlier. The one with the blond hair. 

His mouth is cut open and dried up blood hangs around the wounds. Several cuts are on the rest of his body and the flames, they shine from in his empty, burned eye sockets.

Even though he doesn't have eyes, I know he is looking straight at me. The smile cut on his face makes it look like he's smirking at me. And maybe he actually is.

Slowly he starts to raise his bloody hand and brings it closer to my face. 

I can't move away. I can't even look away from his face. I can't do anything but wait for him to touch me and probably kill me. 

My heart is hammering against my chest again. I can hear the blood rushing through my ears, that being the only sound I can hear.

His finger is almost touching my cheek. Bringing it closer and closer...