Stuck Here (Ziall)

Chapter 6

**Again, I edited the last chapter to get rid of some things. You don't have to reread it, just know that I got rid of the black entity.**

(Zayn’s POV)

 

“Niall, I think you were murdered.” I said suddenly, grabbing him by the arms. I shouldn’t have been able to do that. Ghosts weren’t meant to be tangible. I could physically touch him and it was so strange because my hands felt like they were on fire, yet they were icy cold. I didn’t pull away, though. I kept him steady in hopes that he wouldn’t up and disappear. I feared that he had used up too much of his spiritual energy and would be gone, just like that. “Niall, I don’t know how or by who. I just know that you were murdered. You had to have been. It couldn’t have been an accident.”

I watched, as Niall grabbed at his shirt and pulled at the fabric where the necklace he always wore would have been. “I can’t believe I lost it.” Niall looked up and stared at me. His blue eyes were hauntingly beautiful. I lifted my hand and grazed his cheek with the tips of my fingers. “I can’t believe I lost my necklace and died.”

“It’s not your fault, Niall. That’s what I am trying to tell you.” I tried for a good part of ten minutes to get him to calm down, but he didn’t. He just grabbed at his shirt and stared off in front of him at me, though through me. “Niall?” I called out to him and he finally came to his senses and blinked.

“Zayn…” His hand traveled up to my own and cupped my cold hand against his cheek. I could never really understand Niall’s actions, but I let him do what he wanted. He frowned and then dropped his hand. I pulled my hand away and pocketed it. “Zayn what happened to me?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out, mate.” I stepped back and ran my free hand through my hair. I could sense Niall watching my movements. I stood straight and watched him. For a moment his body went slightly out of focus and my head started to throb. We were both at the extent of our abilities. “They found your, erm-“

“My body.” Niall finished the sentence for me and looked utterly broken. After all, he was a teenage boy who had lived too short of a life.

“Yeah, uhm, they found you in the park.” I pinched the bridge of my nose as my headache intensified. I pulled my hand away when I heard Niall mumble something. I looked up and saw that his blue eyes were wide and he was shaking his head.

“The park. The dog. The park. The dog.” He continued the pattern a few more times before his form flickered again and he turned to face his seat. I didn’t know what he meant about ‘the dog,’ but it had to be relevant. It had to be. I had read in a few paranormal books that some spirits could pick up memories from when they were alive. Of course I hadn’t had any experience in the matter, but I was going to leave it to the books and assume Niall’s words were his memories peaking through.

“Niall, what about the dog?” I stepped forward and reached out, hoping to bring his attention back to me. He stopped suddenly and turned to face me again. His face was blank and his usually vibrant eyes were dull. Then he spoke.

“It jumped.”

Those were the last words that Niall said before he disappeared into the air. I spun around, searching the room for any trace of him. I sighed heavily and stumbled back into a seat in the room. My mind was reeling with ideas of Niall’s death. The dog had something to do with it? Or maybe he was just recalling a childhood memory. I couldn’t tell at that precise moment. My head was hurting too badly to even function.