"What is going on?", an unknown voice behind us asked.
Mr. Stanley immediatly let go of Mrs. Jensen and gulped.
Mr. Hollow behind us walked to his daughter, looking at her worried.
"WHAT WAS GOING ON?", he yelled at Mr. Stanley, who just stared at the ground.
His hands started to tremble and he was about to step quickly into his house, but Mr. Hollow grabbed his arm and pulled him away.
"What were you doing to my daughter?", he asked him through gritted teeth.
"Nothing happened", Mr. Stanley mumbled.
"You fucking liar, you-
"Why are you fighting?"
Mr. Hollow was interrupted by a little girls voice behind us. It was the small girl with the dog named rugby who saved Ryan one day in school. She stared at the two men. The dog wasn't with her and I started to get worried.
Mr. Hollow let go of the man in front of him, who immediatly disapearded in his house again.
"Fuck!", Mr hollow cursed when Mr. Stanley was gone. His hands formed into fists and his expression darkened.
The little girl was staring at mr. Hollow with wide eyes. She took a few steps back before running quickly away from the scary, old man.
"Are you ok, rose?", he slowly asked, looking at his daughter who just stared at the ground the whole time.
"I guess", she mumbled, "But Ryan isn't."
"Oh no", Mr. Hollow sighed, "Don't tell me Mr. Stanley already has him."
"He does and we need to help him as fast as possible or he may won't survive this day", rose sobbed, giving me a quick side look.
"We will find him", her father said, giving her a big hug, "is Brendon here?"
"He is", rose answered, pointing at me, "he'll help us too."
Mr. Hollow, who obviously couldn't see ghosts just stared right next to me, smiling sadly.
"He can't see me, right?", I asked.
"No, but he knows that I can", rose chuckled.
"Sorry if I scared you guys", Mr hollow said.
"But what about the photos in his bedroom?", I asked.
"I guess we have a few things to discuss, but first we need to get Ryan out of there", Mrs. Jensen suggested, causing us to nod.
"But how?", I asked.
"We need more help, let's get your friends", she said, smiling slightly.
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Death Of Me - Ryden (Finished)
FanfictionThe story I'm going to tell you may starts a bit different than usual. It starts with a dead person. The poor boys heart just stopped beating. And at that young age, only 11 years old. The things he could've done in life, uncountable. At that age yo...
