Ghost | Jachary

Chapter Eighteen

Zach's POV

Last night I barely slept a wink, for all sorts of reasons.

1) My leg was aching and I didn't have enough power to get the medicine Jonah told me to take.

2) Through the walls I could hear two voices arguing back and forth. I wasn't sure why Jonah and Corbyn were arguing but it was obvious they were.

3) My skin felt extremely hot. Every now and then, my body would feel as it was being tore apart which made no sense. I kept hearing screams of pain whenever I closed my eyes too long.

Those were the main three reasons because of them, the next morning (today) I felt completely drained. My leg needed a new bandage to help the healing process, I didn't know where Jonah kept them nor did I know where he was located.

So I spent the majority of my time, up until noon, laying in bed thinking things over. Things like:

What would've happened if I never moved into this cottage?

What is Jack doing right now?

How's Daniel doing with his recovery?

Is there anyway to save Jack from Satan's Torture Room?

Why were Jonah and Corbyn fighting a few rooms away?

Am I alone? Is someone else with me?

Does Jack actually want me or not?

All the questions running through my head stopped at that one, that was one I thought over for hours. Was it possible to love a ghost?

If Jack was to be brought back to me, would we be in love or would I just be a food source to him? A strong urge inside me told me it was love but what would I know about a feeling as powerful as love...?

After all, I'm just a 17-year-old teenage boy who came from a normal family and past. I didn't expect any of this to happen and it's truly terrifying. I shouldn't be making friends with ghosts who could drain my life force at any second.

When I look back at my life before Jack, I have wishes to go back in time. To the time when my biggest worry was if I'd win a football (soccer for the Americans) match against my pals.

Whether or not, I could cook a meal without burning it or setting the house on fire. That was a bad time, hehe, sorry mum.

But now, I have so much to stress about and honestly it's giving me a headache. A large unsettling headache which doesn't just disappear after a nap.

"Hey man," The blonde boy greets while entering the room. His eyes instantly lands on my leg and frowns. "Want me to bandage that?" He asks, pointing to the wound which was bleeding once again.

The old wrapping from yesterday had stained red and started peeling off, Jack's claws had cut rather deeply into my flesh and it was a very strange wound.

At random moments, it would tear open again and start bleeding heavily. The pain would have me in tears as it washes over my body.

"Please do." I answer, watching him dig through a med-kit he was originally carrying. His slim long fingers expertly unwrap the bandage and he then dumps it into a box which I assumed would get thrown out.

"You see, Zach, I can only touch you when you give me permission. Same with Jonah and Daniel but for some reason, Jack acts like a human around you. He can touch you whenever he likes and I'm not sure why," Corbyn starts to explain while cleaning the claw marks.