The midnight visitor [ON HOLD]

Part Nine

Chapter nine is here :D ! ----say whaaaaat? ----
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Earlier that day:

10:15 AM

Zachariah closed his eyes and leaned his head against the cool tiles of the shower to support his weight, as his weak legs threatened to collapse and his body became stiff from the excessive exercise. He let the lukewarm water stream down his body and rinse away the stickiness of the sweat and hopefully, the thoughts that stained his brain. Yet, his mind still swirled in a never ending spiral -same as the water that swirled under him around the plughole of the bathtub- confining his thoughts as they swung back and forth tormenting his soul. Everything around him became foggy as he continued to sink into his thoughts, keeping him from seeking clarity.

All just became too much in his world.

High School was overwhelming already with its never ending drama, fake people encircling him, draining the life out of him like vampires. Except, these people thrive by feeding off other's energy and not blood. On the other hand, lies the problem of the decreasing grades in his last semester, that it had become too much of a burden for him. By all means he didn't want to jeopardize his chances of getting a scholarship; it was his only way out. He was determined to compensate for those grades this semester, so he planned to stay up a little bit late tonight in order to study.

Although getting a higher education should've been his main focus, his mind always kept drifting off to his grandfather's situation, the big dilemma. He couldn't suppress his buried emotions more than he had already done. His grandpa's condition had an impact on him more than anything else, he loved him. The moment when the disease took over him, Zach truly realized how attached he was to Ryan as he was more than a grandfather; he was a friend, a true one. Alas, he lost him to the belligerent person that he had become.

A year ago, the family witnessed their beloved elder suffer from Parkinson's disease, but things weren't that bad as he continued to be the same old loving grandfather that he always had been. Sure Ryan was deeply affected by his illness both emotionally and physically, fully aware that eventually he won't be able to do things the way he used to, but at the end of the day he willingly accepted his fate. 7 months later, things changed when it came to his altered brain. Dementia took a toll on him, he fought but lost the war, they all did. 5 months now since he had been diagnosed with the neurocognitive disorder, and 5 months now of crisis, suffering, heartbreaks and tears. Their life instantly turned upside down, and they have been trying to cope ever since.

Back then, Ryan wasn't the stereotypical idea depicted in story books of what a grandfather is; a slightly tubby, short old man wandering around with elbow patched jumper and brown slippers, throwing dad jokes here and there. Or a Santa Claus look-alike edition sitting on a chair, thick glasses embellishing his white bearded and rosy-pale face, while puffing on a pipe and reading a newspaper under a shimmering light emanating from a fire place. One who would occasionally metamorphose into a Dumbledore, and instantaneously put you under the spell of his insightfulness and his incantation-like words. Instead, Ryan was a 6ft tall handsome old man who had wrinkles and dots adorning his exotic oval-shaped face. White hair neatly combed into place, added contrast to his tone. Bright hazel and almond-shaped eyes were the first thing that draws you to him, and when he laughed they would squeeze shut, and almost disappear under the stretched wrinkled skin around them and his squished up cheeks. His lips would go wider, making his beautiful white denture largely visible for the world to see. He maybe was old, but he always appeared younger than his age with his fashion sense of a 40 years old man, all dressed in a button-down shirts and smart pants.

Though the breathtaking and the handsome man that he was, his stunning features were not the main thing that people were truly drawn to. His charisma was out of this world, he had an undeniable magnetism that would pull the dead from their graves, and even the dullest person would become interesting when talking to him. He was the life and the soul of the party, if he entered a room, it would instantly ignite. Endowed with a great sense of humor and a sharp wit, adding to that his strong sense of morality and solid beliefs, all resulted into a lethal combination that induced everyone to show profound reverence, respect and awe for him.

He was a good man, always showed strength, never complained. Even when he lost Elena, his once companion, soulmate, partner and the love of his life, he remained as strong as ever, refusing to succumb to sorrow and choosing to live instead. He loved life. Adventure was his middle name and eventually he transmitted his excitement for life to young Zach as he taught him everything; from swimming to scuba diving, from horseback riding to skydiving. Although he was not society's definition of what a rich person is, he was rich at heart, at life and he made sure to instill that in all the members of his family.

He loved his family, he loved people and he always adored Zachariah.

Zachariah found himself choking up, his lips parted as he let out a small cry. He crouched down leaning his back against the tiles under the shower, as he let himself pour his heart out, weeping out his anguish. The sound of his cries muffled down by the sound of the running water.

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This chapter was more of an insight into zach's thoughts, as they're really important to the story, you'll understand by the end of this book (i'm so excited for you guys to read the ending already :D)

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