Ghost [Niall Horan]

Chapter 2

    An unknown guy sits on my bed, a mischievous smirk plastered on his face and his eyes glisten with humour. "Why are you here?" I question; fear, excitement and tension fills me.

"I was given a second chance" his once plastered smirk is now a sad frown. I hear an engine cut, my mom was here. I sigh in relief.

"Who's that?" The guy asks.

"Mom! Mom! Mom, hurry up! Mother!" I scream and rush downstairs. Stupid! He'll dissappear if you leave him! I run upstairs again. He still sits there and waves at me, "I ain't goin' nowhere."

"Mom! Come here! Upstairs! Mother" I scream, again. He sighs and gives me a sinister grin.

"Coming" I hear my mom's tired footsteps. "Happy birth...." I cut her off.

"Mom this guy...." I motion to the blond boy on my bed. He waves at my mom.

"Oh, darling. You got me there. Happy birthday!" My mom, engulfs me into a warm hug. What? There's a trespasser in your property! You don't hug me, yout call the police!

"Mom..." I motion towards my bed and the boy winks at me.

"Happy eighteenth! You already look so grown up. I brought you a cake and you have some presents to unwrap" my mom pushes my out of my door. I look at the guy as he waves me 'bye-bye' and take in all his features, he looks so real, he looks so visible. Why can't my mom see him?

"Mom can you not see the guy on my bed?" I ask her, with all the seriousness I can muster.

"What guy? Stop with the joking. I brought you a nice cake. Oh, there's a cake. Who made you this?" My mom speaks.

"Mrs. Davis" I answer, dully. I take a last glance at my bedroom door. I'm not crazy and I'm f**king not hallucinating. We eat some cake and I open my dad's and older sister's parcelled present, my mom's and Jenna's too. Dad sent me a wrist watch and my sister sent me a set of roller ball pens with intricately designed bodies. My mom brought me a dress and Jenna's present consisted of a lucky charm bracelet. I thanked my mom. We exchange a little talk and then I go upstairs. I take a deep breath. Hallelujah. I open the door and scan the room. There's no one. It's either my unsteady mind or my restless eyes that's playing games with me. Being eighteen is not as fun as I guessed. Not cool. I decide on taking a shower.

            I wrap myself with a towel and walk out of the shower. I clean the steamed up mirror with my free hand. Taking in my tired reflection. I see a girl with messy brown hair till the shoulders and tired brown eyes and a pale face. Afterall, I'm not a runway model. I wear my pajamas and a loose white t-shirt and without taking any effort I pull up my hair into a loose ponytail and walk out to my room. I wonder how it feels to be skinny. I wonder how it feels to be beautiful. I wonder how it feels to be wanted. I wonder.....

"Missed me?" That voice; peculiar accent. Best birthday ever! I'm eighteen and hallucinating.

"Get off my bed" I fold my arms over my chest.

"We can share" He's signature smirk spreads on his facial features. Is there nothing else on this f**king planet that he can do other than smirk?

"What are you? Why are you here? Get out please" I tell him. Why didn't my mom notice him? It's not like he's tiny as a rat. Weird.

"Is it not obvious to you yet? He said you were smart and beautiful. Well I agree with the latter but about being smart.... not so sure" he chuckled.

"You're wrong" I spat. I'm smarter than you think.

"Well then scratch that, I'm a ghost. Dead. End of story. I'm going to be stuck with you for some time" he tells me with an uninterested face.

"You're a ghost" I say coolly. Ghost! Typical thing ya know? Chill.

"You're not buying it are you?" He yawns.

"Not at all."

He stands up from the bed and approaches me. I take a step back. His face now shows the all seriousness label. I back and hit the wall. No escape. He puts his hand on the pulse of my neck.

"Feel that?" His voice low, his jaws clenched.

"You're so cold" his hand was so cold. This is not normal. Inhuman. I feel solidified, iced and it gets worse when his hand pass completely through me. He is indeed, not human.

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