The Dead Boy (Ziall)

Chapter 7 ~ Life as a dead boy

(A/N It's short, but you guys wanted a Niall POV) 

Chapter 7 ~ Life as a dead boy

~Niall's POV~

My eyes narrow as I see them talking together about me. He's suppose to be my best friend, how can he betray me and talk to that... human?

I watch as Liam says goodbye and disappears.  

The guy who is now living in my house, sits back down on the sofa. I think Liam told me his name is Zayn... Anyway, I don't care.

Slowly I start to float right up, through the ceiling and into my old bedroom I knew is located there. 

I lay down on the new bed Zayn had placed there and close my eyes. 

How dare he? The nerve to redecorate my bedroom.

I had decorated it myself when I was still alive and I was pretty proud on it.

I've lived under the same decoration for almost a century and now he's going to change it? 

Not only my room, actually. He had the nerve to change the whole house.

He even got this thing called electricity. That's cool though. I really like television. I can control it. 

With a sigh I think back to the time I died. 

I can still clearly remember everything from when I was alive. How good my life had been with my parents until the murder happened. 

I remember the faces of those humans.

The way amused shone in their eyes when they maimed my parents and saw my pain.

The way they chuckled when they killed my mum. How they clearly enjoyed it when they killed me. 

I remember I closed my eyes and died that day, but only seconds later I woke up.

I had been so confused back then. I mean, who wouldn't be confused when they saw their own body under them. I could even see the killers, they were still there. 

I cried when they positioned my body in the closet in my room.

I screamed at them, but they couldn't hear me. I even tried to hurt them, but my hands went right through them.

 I followed them outside, but after they left the ground that belonged to their house, it was as if I walked against an invisible wall.

I couldn't leave the ground, and I still can't.

The next day I had followed everything from the moment they found our bodies.

I followed the police investigation, trying to get them to notice me, but soon I realized it was no use. They wouldn't hear me anyway, so I just sat there and watched.

That's all I did for a few years.

Until the investigation was put on a stop. The murderers weren't found and wouldn't even be found. 

That's exactly the year I developed my intense hate for every human being.

They're all the same. They don't care about anyone but themselves. 

That's why they closed our case so quickly.

I never saw my parents again after the their murder. I assume they moved through the light. To heaven.

I never saw the light. I was never given the chance to leave this horrible place called Earth, even though I want to.

I would leave immediately when I would be given the chance to. All I do here is hate everyone except myself.