Saving You.//n.h

86.

-Heather's P.O.V

The room suddenly became dead silent, the only sound was the waves hitting against the rocks outside and the birds chirping. My body was molded against Niall's, my eyes threatening to spill tears that were begging to fall, my fingers fidgeting with each other as I continued swallowing the lumps in my throat that kept appearing.

"Baby," Niall whispered in my ear, but I didn't answer. I was scared that I would just have a break down and start screaming, I didn't glance at him. I continued staring at the wall as all eyes watched us, Niall's voice ringing through my ears.

"I think she needs some Vodka," Everyone glared at Hanna, usually I would of laughed, but right now isn't the time. I just wanted to wrap my hands around Collin's neck and strangle him and let him know what the hell my sister went through.

After a few moments of silence, I stood up, all eyes on me. I couldn't hold back or stand being in the room, I speed walked out of the kitchen, sprinting up the stairs nearly tripping as I started crying. I shut the bedroom door, placing my hand over my mouth from keeping myself quiet. It was too late. I was full out sobbing, my body shaking as I sat at the end of the bed, my face in my hands.

A while of crying, the bed dipped down next to me, a hand resting on my back.

"We're going to get dinner, come on." His voice was quiet, almost as if he spoke too loud that I would just suddenly go deaf. I wiped my face with the palm of my hands shaking my head.

"No, I'm not hungry." I spoke quietly, sniffling shortly afterwards.

"Babe seri-"

"Niall I'm not hungry!" I snapped, the room becoming another silence. He sighed quietly pulling his arm away from me, standing up with his hands shoved into his pockets staring down at me.

"My wallets down on the the table incase you decide to get dinner." With that, he walked out of the room, several voices speaking down stairs as I sat on the bed, jumping as I heard the front door slam.

"You're so mean to him, you know that?" I suddenly froze, my heart feeling as if it stopped beating and my blood stopped running. I could hear her familiar laugh, no longer smelling the alcohol and smoke that lingered onto her. She smelt of flowers and candy.

"You're not real," I whispered, not tearing my eyes away from the dresser in front of me, my fingers twitching. When I felt the bed dip besides me, I knew I wasn't hallucinating anymore.

"Yeah, I am. Only you can see me." I slowly looked over, scared of what would be in front of me. My eyes were wide and mouth slightly open, this wasn't Elizabeth. She had on a yellow dress, her brown hair pushed over her right shoulder with a pair of gold heels and her make up done nicely.

"E-Elizabeth?" I whispered, my voice cracking, she smiled showing her perfect white teeth, grasping my hand into hers.

"It's me Heather, it's me." A smile stretched across my face, my arms wrapping around her neck as she hugged me tightly. "I almost forgot what it's like to hug someone," I held onto her tighter, staring out the window where a perfect view of the beach was.

"I missed you so much," my voice cracked as I pulled away, a smile still on her face as she pushed a strained of my hair out of my face.

"I missed you too, now lets not sit here and cry. Let's go outside on the beach, get me a sweater? Kinda cold." I nodded standing up from the bed still not believing that she was here, only that I wouldn't be able to tell Niall or anyone, or I would be called crazy.

"Here," I tossed her my pink sweater as I grabbed Nialls black and gray Adidas one, sliding it over my head. It ended below my shorts, looking as if I was wearing a dress.

We made our way onto the beach, the cool sand sinking between my toes as the salt water smell filled my nostrils, the waves calming down slightly. Elizabeth and I sat on the cool sand a few feet away from the water, staring at the orange and pink sun set.

"What's your biggest fear?" I looked over at Elizabeth with a questioned look, she shrugged playing with the strings on my sweater. I sighed bringing my knees up to my chest, my chin resting on them.

"Death and water." She laughed, literally laughed. She had her head thrown back as the wind blew her hair all over, a confused smile on my face at her sudden outburst. She looked over at me, smiling as she shook her head while fixing her hair.

"I understand death, but water? Really?" I rolled my eyes curling my toes into the sand, my attention turning towards the sunset.

"I'm scared to grow up, it just seems so scary." I told her, feeling her eyes watching me as she listened. "Leaving the real world and knowing that you aren't coming back, it just scares me so much." I whispered, looking over at her.

"Death is scary Heather, but not as scary as you think." I furrowed my eyebrows, staring at her. "You're watching over the ones you love, making sure that they are okay and nothing is happening."

"Why are you here?"

"What?" She looked over at me, confused.

"Why are you here Elizabeth? I wanna know." I swallowed hard, scared for her answer. She sighed.

"You found out how I really died, Collin did kill me."

"How do you know Collin?" I asked, a look of confusion across my face.

"The funny thing is, he was like my best friend." She laughed, shaking her head. "Watching all of our favorite TV shows together, helping each other with all of our issues, stuck to each others side like glue." She looked over at me, her eyes filling with water. "Our life was twisted just like that, it wasn't easy." Her voice cracked, and a tear slipped from her eye. Never had I seen my sister cry.

"Elizab-" She cut me off.

"I was abused by both of my parents, and Collin always took care of me. He never let me down or broke one promise, I never broke my promises. My mother was never was a fan of me, I was just the quiet one in the back of the room. Until one day," I watched as her face turned hard. "She came home drunk and was so angry, she just hit me. Punched, kicked, screamed at me, threw bottles at me. No one heard me screaming for help until the cops showed up at our door, they came storming into the house immediatly putting me on the stretcher and threw my mother back into the the cop car." She was full out crying by now.

"Elizabeth..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"I didn't want her to be in jail though, it was my mom. I never wanted her to leave my side, no matter what she did to me, I still loved her even though she was a crack whore. I made a important promise to someone special to me, he was so special. He would clean out my wounds from mom and kept me safe at night even though he was moms favorite, he cared for me. I was gone the next morning, the police had decided it was best for me to be in a Foster care." She wiped the tears away harshly that had fallen down her red cheeks. "I never saw him again, when I was put in Foster care. Your mom came in one day with a large baby bump, and I immediately hated her because I knew that I wouldn't be cared for. John was with her, he convinced her to bring me home, and agreed. Everything changed, I started over, everything was new. And I never saw him again, until months ago."

"Wait Elizab-" I wasn't able to finish when she put her index finer over my lips, keeping me quiet.

"I have to go, Niall is here and I don't want him knowing that you're talking to me." I frowned.

"He can't see you though.." I trailed off, she shook her head.

"It doesn't matter, but I hope this starts making sense. I'll be back soon, if you let me." She hugged me once more, before she suddenly vanished, the pink sweater dropping into the cool sand. I grabbed it with my hands, sighing.

I gathered all of the information inside my mind, hoping that I would figure something out.

And that's when an idea had popped inside my mind, and I only knew one person that could help me out.