Silent Cries ☾N.H.S

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❝ i think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare. ❞

A/N: I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN FOREVER, BUT HERE'S THIS. THE STORY WILL LIVE ON, EVEN THOUGH MOST OF MY CHARACTERS ARE EITHER DEAD OR DYING. FUCK, I'M TURNING INTO SHAKESPEARE.

☾ 15 ☽

"Well, thank God. You're finally up," a deep voice said, shaking me out of my slumber.

I opened my eyes and looked around. We were in a small, dark room. The curtains were drawn and the only light came from a candle flickering in the corner of the room. My back was pressed against a cheap mattress, it smelled like rotten fruit.

"Where the fuck are we, Walter?" I asked, suddenly really tired.

I felt more tired than I had ever felt in my life. Too tired for my body to handle. Walter was sitting on the edge of the bed, his forehead pressed against the palms of his hands, his elbows digging into his knobby knees.

"We're in a motel. I just needed somewhere to go-it was all too much," he whispered the last part.

I asked, "Who am I?"

He paused and then turned around slowly, his hair was one big mess and even in the dark I could see that his skin was almost see through and extremely pale, causing his hair to look a shade darker.

"I only knew you when you were alive, I don't know who you are now." He turned away, his posture slumping as he returned back to his previous position.

Maybe it was the way he said it, but I couldn't help but feel sad and despondent at his response. I didn't want to feel anything. I needed answers.

"You'll find out who you are along the way. I'll tell you about who you were before, but right now we're almost about to embark on a mission."

"What mission?"

"Well aren't you missing your Niall?" He asked quietly.

I perked up. "You'll help me?"

"Who else would?" He asked.

I didn't respond. He was right, there was no one left. My mom and dad shouldn't have to be burdened by me anymore, my sister too. Carter was dead and some sort of demon creature to top it off-my boyfriend was from hell. I had no friends now, all of them wouldn't understand. Niall was gone and Walter was going to help me.

Feeling ecstatic, I leaned over and hugged him. My arms wrapped around his slouching figure, and my face pressed against his warm back for about a second before I realized what I was doing.

I awkwardly let go of him and felt heat creep up into my cheeks out of embarrassment. He remained silent although he had jumped when I touched him. My fingers tightened onto the rough covers and suddenly I shivered because he was warm.

"How do you emit heat if you're dead? That's so gross." I remembered the feeling of his warm back against my cheek which was still scarlet.

He buried his face into his hands. With a muffled voice he said, "it's the warmth my soul disperses."

"You still have a soul?" My voice was an octave higher.

"Do you think I'm some sort of hell beast with dripping fangs and no soul?" He sounded slightly hurt, but I couldn't exactly tell because his face was still in his hands.

I snorted. "No, I've come to the conclusion that the hell beast is Carter."

He laughed into his palms, a deep and slow laugh. The kind of laugh that made you feel as though the clock's hands were suddenly not moving at all.