Beyond (Niall Horan) (COMPLETED)

Chapter Fourteen

Well I’m watching the show When Ghosts Attack and I thought it’d be a good time to update this :P

Mariana’s POV

“Wh-What?” I ask, looking at Niall with wide eyes. Niall’s face is grim as our eyes meet. His are afraid, while mine are reflecting shock and confusion in his eyes.

“We need to get you and your parents and your brother out of here. Now.” He repeats, his voice rising with urgency with every word.

“Wh-What? B-But…wh-why?” I ask, my voice shaking with fear with every word. I tried not to sound afraid, but I could tell that I was failing. Niall’s expression told me so too-he could sense how scared I was becoming.

“We need to get you out of here. Before they come. Before they hurt you.” Niall mutters in urgency as he goes around the room, looking like he was trying to figure something out. “I know. We can-“

Before he can go on, I interrupt him. “Niall.”

“What?” He asks, turning to look at me again.

“I’m not going.” Luckily for me, the fear disappears out of my voice as I lock eyes with him, trying to seem as brave and calm as possible.

“What?!” Niall demands. He doesn’t seem very angry, just shocked. “But we need to get you out of here before they-“

“I’m not leaving you,” I tell him, my voice soft. My reply seems to shock him and this time, he’s the one that stutters.

“Wh-What?”

“I am not leaving you.”

“But…but you need to! You need to leave before they-“

“Niall,” I say again, moving closer to him. This time, as I reach my hand out to touch him, we actually come in contact. I touch his arm, which is cool and whispy feeling, almost like a sort of mist. He tenses up, but doesn’t jerk away. “I’m not leaving you. Remember what that book said? I’m your human. I’m the one who needs to help you.”

At first, there’s silence. Niall doesn’t say a word as he looks down at me, his blue eyes extremely light due to his transparency. I’m not quite sure if I’m imagining them or not,  but I swear I can see tears shining in his eyes.

“Mariana-“he begins, but I cut him off.

“No.” I state stubbornly, convinced that he’s still going to say something to try and convince me to leave, “I’m not leaving. You can’t make me.”

I know I might sound like a small child refusing to do something for their mother right now, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to leave Niall.

“Mariana…I-I…th-thank you,” Niall continues on, ignoring my words. I gape at him in shock.

“Th-Thank me? For what?”

“For…helping me. Thank you. I-“

He’s about to say something, but suddenly, the room grows extremely cold. I shiver as I look around, somewhat wondering if the air conditioning decided to kick on.

But…I didn’t think we got air conditioning up here, in the attic.

Suddenly, there’s a loud noise. Not loud like a bang or a crash, but just…white noise. White noise, as if a T.V. had just been turned onto a station that was static and didn’t work. The white noise grows louder and louder, soon becoming unbearable. I cover my ears, cringing at the volume.

“What IS that?” I shout to Niall. Even though he’s just right across from me, it feels like he’s a million miles away. He opens his mouth and shouts something, but I can’t hear him. The white noise is still growing louder…and louder…and louder.

“What?” I scream, feeling tears roll down my cheeks. The noise was really starting to hurt now, I honestly felt as if my ear drums were going to burst.

He opens his mouth to say something again…when suddenly, I feel myself being lifted up into the air.

The white noise stops.

I scream as my feet dangle above the ground. Niall screams my name, now louder than ever.

“MARIANA!”

I scream as I continue to be lifted higher and higher, my head literally hitting the ceiling. Niall floats up to my height, trying to get me down, but it’s useless. He can’t touch me. The energy that had been there before was gone.

Just then, an explosion of laughter is heard. Laughter, satanic, evil, filled the room, floating all around me. I’m crying now, tears rolling down my cheeks, but that just seems to make the…the thing laugh even harder than before.

Through my tears, I see the attic door being thrown open. The door bangs against the wall, and had I been on the ground, I would’ve jumped. I can see the stairs leading down and the small rectangle of light that led into my room, with my bedroom door leading to the attic now open.

Just then, my line of sight is blocked by the book from the library being lifted up into the air too. And then, flames. Flames engulf the book and flicker right in front of my eyes as I watch what was probably our only source of hope being turned into ashes.

I scream.

Just then, I’m falling. Falling down the stairs, to my room. The door to the attic slams shut after I land right in front of it in a heap, groaning. Trying to stand up, I cry out in pain.

My ankle is broken. Or, at the very least, twisted badly.

“Mariana?!”

Just then, the familiar voices of my brother and my parents fill my ears. They’re on the other side of my bedroom door, banging at it.

I had left it locked.

I groan, not able to get up to unlock it. But I don’t need to. Seconds later, the door is thrown open. I can vaguely see the key to the door in my father’s hand.

“Mariana!” My mother cries out, running over to me as she kneels down beside me. “What happened?!”

All I can do is groan in pain.

“Come on,” my father says, “We’re getting you out of here.”

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