My UnTruthful Lie ☠ Liam Payne

Chapter Eighteen

She said I would be seeing a lot more of her, and she wasn't lying. I saw her, I saw Melody again. This time, although I was not dreaming. It was at our spot. See, when we were in elementary school together, there was a spot at our school, I'm pretty sure only a few people knew about it. There was a space in between two classrooms, and it was a path, and when you followed, there were four benches in each corner, kind of like a wall closing you in. In the middle was a small pool, and had lily pads in it. It was fairly small, but it was our favorite place to be.

She was sitting on one of the benches, but I could see right through her. Like she was one of those monsters. Her head was in her hands, and her long scarlet hair was draped around her face. Her reflection in the water made her look two times bigger than she actually was, but let alone she still looked beautiful. Although, her white dress I saw last time was now gone and she wore something that looked bery similar to a wedding dress. I would have thought she was wearing one, but there were no flowers, no people, no veil, and no groom.

It hurt knowing that she wasn't here anymore. But I also knew I was lucky I could see her unlike other people who cared about her.

All these words about her were floating around in my head just waiting to be said. Although, I couldn't figure out how to form them into a sentence and actually speak to her. She looked so disappointed and I wanted to cheer her up but I didn't want to scare her.

I walked over to sit next to her in the bench and when I did her head finally removed itself from her hands and her eyes met mine.

"Hey Mel. " I said with a smile.

"Hi Ashley. Seen any ghosts lately?" She replied with a sense of humor knowing I was seeing and speaking to one right now.

"No not really, what about you?" We looked at each other dead in the eyes for a few seconds before we both started laughing.

If someone were to see me right now, they'd probably get me a spot in a mental hospital, or they would just look away. But in all honesty how could you not see Melody? Someone so beautiful, yet so fragile. So broken on the inside. Someone who had just got their heart broken just hours before she was murdered. She didn't deserve death and it almost changed my mood from happy, and laughing with my beautiful sister, to angry and murderous.

Melody was too stubborn to tell me who had killed her, but I knew for sure we would find out soon. After I had pulled out that knife from her bleeding stomach, my fingerprints couldn't be the only ones on that bloody knife.

"Meoldy, what happens when I grow old and die? Will all the spirits be released from the underworld and disrupt the Earth?" I asked out of the blue. I knew that she knew the answer by the way her eyes looked straight into mine, like she was looking straight into me, or was just looking past, like there was something behind me I just didn't see and she did.

"No, no, no. See Ashley, you're not just escaping death, you're escaping murder. The spirits will only be released if you're killed. Killed as in disease, murder or stuff like that. The way you're ment to die is only of old age. You need to live a full life. Of smiles, and escape." I had so many questions just waiting in my head to ask her, but I couldn't just yet. I needed to enjoy this day. Enjoy the frogs in the pond as they hopped from lily-pad to lily-pad.

"My turn" Mel stated.

"For what?" I wondered.

"To ask you questions." The simplest answer had a million questions running through my mind. What was there to ask? I stayed silent for awhile waiting for her to speak up.

"What is it like to be depressed?" that question hit me like a ton of bricks as I tried searching my mine for the most descriptive answer I could possibly give her.

"It's like drowning, except you can see everyone breathing fresh oxygen around you. The broken pieces are suffocating you. Like you can't breathe but the air is dying to meet your lungs, just as much as your lungs are dying to meet the air. Your broken pieces are not visible to the naked eye, and someone would have to look deep inside to see them. You just lie there broken. Emotionally, psychically, and mentally. Your just broken. Beautifully broken." Those words came from my heart, every single one of those words described perfectly how I feel. It was an amazing definition of depression and I completely understood every word that left my lips. 

I could tell Melody was having trouble coming up with a response to mine, so I tried to change the subject, "How does it feel to be dead?"

"Well, You feel free. But at the same time you feel responsible for peoples' futures. If things don't turn out the way their supposed to you feel like it's your fault. You guide people to their future.If you make a wrong turn, and things don't turn out right, it's you. You blame yourself for that person ending up the way they did; a fuck up. I'm not going to let you turn out like that Ashley. That is not your future."

I honestly had no idea what to say back, and I think she noticed that. She changed the subject very quickly might I add. "Well, Goodbye Ashley, See you later." and with that, she vanished into the thin air that surrounded us and the little pond we were sitting by.

When Melody left, I didn't. I had called up Liam, and now we are sitting together by the little pond looking over the lily-pads as frogs jumped from pad to pad. "How are you? I mean it seems like forever since we last talked."

"I'm okay, I am mostly worried about you. How are you holding up after the funeral?" Honestly, I am doing better than I ever had in my entire life. I was always dragging on my past with my Father, but now that the Devil is after me, I can finally let myself go, and be who I've always wanted to be. While constantly escaping death, of coarse.

"Better than before. That is a fact." We laughed, for the first time in a long time, I felt safe. I havn't felt safe in a long time, but around Liam, I feel like nothing could hurt me, because he was a shield protecting me from the outside world, and I loved him for that. I just don't know if he feels the same way.

He wouldn't stop staring down at the bench between them. He looked at the cement, not the pond, not his hands, not his feet, but the cement between us. He seemed to interested in it as he traced patterns on it with his fingers, almost like he was studying it. Telling it how beautiful it is,and how much it meant to him, and I loved that about him, that he could see the beauty in everything.

There is so much about him that I love, and it has not even been that long. How much more about him is there that i don't already know? How much more of him is there to love?