Ghost (One Direction )

Chapter seven

3rd person POV

The small elder lady continued to mutter under her breath.

"She's here, don't let her take me."

"Margaret please calm down she won't hurt you."The nurse responded as she lead the elder lady through the asylum halls.

Every door they went past at the window stood the girl her brown blood stained curls cascading down her back her torn up hoodie and her bruises and beaten face.

"Please don't leave me with her please." the lady cried out.

Meanwhile the girl she watched the lady curiously, why did she hate her so much why did she want to kill her with the same methods she died.

Now some may wonder if the girl recognized her killer.

The answer was no, slowly but surely the ghosts mind was beginning to forget her family her past and her death.

Like a fading dream she was fading from the world and slowly crossing over.

Everyday the elders lady death date approached the ghost would fade and fade.

"Please."the old hag cried out again.

"Mrs.Margaret please stop."the nurse forcefully shoved the what people assumed was a crazy old woman, into a room

Tears ran down the lady's wrinkled cheeks as she slid down the door.

Her eyes were trained on the dead girl before her the girl she stole a life from the girl that had been haunting her since she moved into the house she killed her in.

"Leave me alone, I've already apologized."she cried out to the girl.

'What did she apologize for?' the girl wondered as she glanced at the lady.

She approached her slowly anger boiled under her skin as she approached the elder woman.

Her skin began to rot and her body slowly became deformed.

"Leave me please I'm sorry spare me."the elder woman screeched pounding on the door.

"Help! Help! Help !"she cried out.

In a instant the girl left the room disappearing back into the wall.

She didn't understand her hate and why she did it.

In a brief moment the girl faded from the mental asylum and back to her home.

Sitting on her bed she looked up at the hanging rope brief flashbacks made her close her brown eyes as her expression turned sour as she remembered the bitter memories.

"Rosie?" the girl turned to see Zayn standing behind her.

During the stay of the lads in the so called haunted house the two had grown close the ghost girl had developed a attachment to the raven haired lad.

She truly thought he was almost perfect the closest thing to perfect.

His olive like skin, hazel eyes, soft dark black hair, white teeth, lean yet strong body, the way he smelled like a mixture of mint and cigarettes and how he seemed to understand her.

"Hi, Zayn."she smiled putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I've got a question what was the name of the ones that, killed you?" the raven haired lad sat at the end of her bed as he asked her.

"Their names, their names are, his name was uh, her name was... I can't, I can't remember ."She grumbled as she was in deep thought.

"How come?"he asked wrapping an arm over he shoulder.