Seeing Through Lies/DISCONTINUED/

Chapter Seven: My Decisions

I shook my head, in disbelief with how frightened I was in this situation was.

"THEY ALL LIED!" They chanted, practically their voice screaming at me.

"S-stop! No more!" I commanded, as my fingers clutched the soft fabric of my own shirt.

My body trembled, as I had bit down on my bottom lip, anxious in await.

"Please..." One of them cried in a dry, forceful voice.It sounded just like the crumble of a building, crackling and soon falling.

I floated towards where the singled voice was, in which I was greeted with the view of them, and the many more souls.

Their bodies were bony, withering, ancient looking. All of their skin was tugging onto their bones, the skin being a burnt colour that to similar of a roasted marshmallow.

Their faces were distorted, dry, deformed. Most of their eyes were gone, only the empty,dark and scary holes of sockets there. I could see evident dry blood trailing down from their eyes in the candlelight.

Only a few still had an eye, but usually it was either closed or looking up into the sky, which was the dripping ceiling. They seemed to be as if they had stared directly at the sun.

All of their hair was gone, which had caused me to realise they were wearing their own hair as clothing.

"Save us"  They croaked, which sent a shiver up my spine.

Just then a sudden roar had boomed over top of their noise.

I looked towards the cause of the noise, which was a cell that was further down from where I stood.

"What was that?" I questioned, looking towards them again.

"Help us." They repeated, which made my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Augh, that's totally helpful." I shook my head, as I had wrapped my arms around myself.

I began to float towards the source, until I heard a voice speak to me again.

"Don't do it Peter, save it for later." It had suggested, which had creeped me out.

I looked behind me, towards the other withered and odd looking beings. They all looked practically fine, besides the fact they were a pretty large mishap.

I shrugged, obviously not going to have taken a mysterious voice's word on what I can and could not do.

"Peter!"  It sternly called my name, like that of a frustrated parent or some sort of overprotective guardian.

"Okay, okay. Fuck you whoever is telling me this." I insulted, as I began to float back up towards the floor above me.

"Should I tell the others? Is it even worth telling them?"I blinked, confused in whether or not to tell the three-idiot-teers and two responsible ghosts.

I sighed heavily, now being able to have seen my familiar surroundings of the dining room.

"Petey!" Someone yelled for me outside the dining room,in which I recognised the voice of Jacks'.

"I-I'm right here!" I shouted back, with my hands cupped around my mouth to project my voice to be louder.

Jacks rushed through the wall, flying face first into me.

"ACK!" He blurted out. "OOF!" I voiced my pain.

"Wh-what the hell Jacks!" I complained sourly,rubbing the back of my head.

"Sorry!" He laughed, in which he punched my shoulder.

"OW!" I hissed again, which had me grumbling afterwards.

"You're such a baby," he teased, my face becoming a burning,dark orange.

"I am so not!" I disagreed, in which he lashed backed.

"So too!" Jacks stuck his tongue out at me, spitting at my face.

"You're twenty-one or something, why are you arguing like that!?" I groaned irritatedly, folding my arms over each other.

"Uh-cuz I can!" He laughed, as he floated up and off of me.

"You suck." I insulted.

"You swallow." He retorted.

After we had exchanged ten-year-old-roasting, there was just uncomfortable silence.

Somehow, we managed to both break the silence with a large snort and a continuous laughter from the both of us.

"Dog pile!" A scream of enthusiasm rung through our ears, as another body-which was Matthew-went and flopped on top of us.

All three of us were laughing, even after Matthew had phased through the both of us.

"What are you lot doing with all that noise?" Whined an aggravated Teresa, with her hands over and covering her ears.

Dracks followed closely with her complaint, giving only a grunt.

Amber then came in, with a wide,cocky grin on her face.

"We should punish them for the giant racket!" She cackled,showing off her humongous and terrifying muscles off by flexing them.

"No." Dracks simply responded to her suggestion, probably not really into punishments.

"S-sorry..." I apologised, our laughter and fun dying down into a more dull one.

"Shut up Pete!" Jacks growled at me, with furrowed his eyebrows.

Matthew just continued to chuckle, floating back up straight and stretching before he had joined the other side of ghosts again.

"Traitor!" Jacks gasped, his finger pointing at Matthew with accusation.

I just coughed, floating away from Jacks since I felt embarrassed from him.

"I'm being double betrayed! Someone has to support me." He groaned, his cheeks puffed out.

"I'll join you." Volunteered Dracks uncharacteristically, floating over to his twin brother without another word.

"Thanks Dracks." Jacks smiled, which now made me feel bad for making him sad.

Dracks gave him a thumbs up, before he sat down beside him.

"Where were you,Peter?" Questioned  Teresa, in which Amber chimed in. "Yeah, I couldn't find ya mate!"

"Same dude, where the heck you been?" Matthew joined in on confronting me, again.

"G-guys! Why am I the suspicious one all the time! This is unfair." I scoffed, rolling my eyes and irritatedly began to float away from the five of them.