Chapter 2

Drelia 

The camera in my hand drops unexpectedly and my breath caught in my throat. I scream jumping up from my seat.

This is a joke!

He didn't move but cross his leg, looking too relaxed for someone who died.

I'm talking to a ghost?

If he is a ghost, we touched, I felt his breath, I...no way. I think I'm insane and it's just me hallucinating.

What?

I roll my eyes to the end of the bleachers as I can suddenly see students, coaches and paramedic gathered at the spot Zac is sitting.

I pull down my headphone and loud wail blast my eardrum. Even the game wasn't playing.

I was too occupied with Zac that I didn't notice. There are murmurs and mourn.

Blood dries in my vein as I become hypersensitive. It's not true!

Whistles are blown, paths are cleared as Zac's body is placed on a stretcher with an oxygen mask fixed on him.

A large crowd follows his stretcher.

His girlfriend cries and his squad more terrified than ever. What is happening?

Now I'm looking at miles who runs after his friend in panic.

Zac is dead? How? No, this can't be real. I'm hallucinating because I have prayed a thousand times that Zac cease to exist but not die.

My hands flies to my mouth to suppress a silent scream.

"I know you're happy I'm dead" he whispers, his voice sends a shiver running down my spine.

I stagger backward almost missing a step that would send me falling down but he grip my collar and haul me to stand properly.

His eyes darkens at me as it's like he's hypnotizing me.

"Whatever this phenomenal is all about shorty, I don't care, you're bringing me back now!"

What's he saying?

I'm dumbfounded, my heart rate is beating more than regular, sweat sleek from my forehead and my soul is out of my body.

Nothing makes sense here.

I widen my eyes in circles, suddenly not freaking out but...

Run!

I break out of his hold and begin a race from the bleachers like my life depends on it.

I run as fast as I can, judder through the sudden crowd that gathers at the exit door.

I can hear the whispers, the wistful thoughts and it's all about Zac's passing away!

According to what my ears heard, he just slumped.

My muscles stiffen, adrenaline rush inside me and when I notice I'm out of the academy, I stop running to regulate my breath.

It's like my heart will explode as my feet stutter back and forth. I scan around me and notice there's no one.

No Zac either.

With weak legs, I pace to the crosswalk a distance from me but chill run down my spine as I hear a scoff in front of me.

I shift my eyes only to find Zac.

He's leaning to a pole, flickering his fingers and looking pissed off, he bites his cheeks as he curves his lips upward.

"Interesting shorty, you could win the Olympics with that dramatic run"

His voice sounds like a mockery. Every single time he opens that mouth to speak, it cringe me out.

"You're.. you're..." I stutter unable to complete the sentence as I bend slightly still suffocating.

I have to accept the fact that Zac is dead?

I stand upright, rub my cheeks with my shivering palms, pretend to be blind and walk pass him.

It's a chaotic day and even around the street, it's suddenly about Zac.

It's real. He is dead and everything happens so fast that I want to purse time.

The one person that is the reason I want to commit suicide is dead?

Should I be celebrating or mourning?

He's following me!

I can feel him. Please leave me alone.

"Shorty, I'd cut to the chase, bring me back"

Silence.

I cross over, mumbling to myself as I feel him closer than ever.

"Bring me back, I fucking know you can! I have to play the nationals in hundred day, I can't miss my coronation..."

As he speaks, his words blurs out and rather than taking a cab home, I decide to walk.

"Damn it shorty, the mansion is a long way, you'd get exhausted..."

I block my ears quickly with the ear pods from my pant pocket because I'm going insane with his troubling voice.

He's pestering me, if I act dumb, then my illusion will go away.

I hasten my steps as I'm now in an alley with tall buildings, not really much people just so they don't flee from me.

"Name your price shorty! Talk to me!" He roared interrupting and suddenly everything made of glass blast.

My earpod stops working too and I froze, bewilderment reel inside me.

Even passerbys screams, taking shield as no one knows who caused it.

I shudder, fold my hands into claws, spun sharply to look at him.

Somehow, I still believe I'm talking to an image I formed in my head.

My feet march forward in anger and when I'm an inch close to him, I studied him.

"Rest in peace Zac, it has been a horrible experience with you" I mutter, give him a bow and intend to leave but he holds my elbow just to stop me.

However, I snap his hand away from me and said;

"I hate you"

"Well, I hate you more, stop giving me attitude and get me back to my body"

It creeps me out that I'm talking to a ghost. I need to snap out of my delusions immediately before it consumes me.

I walk out on him again and this lunatic keeps following me!

"I'd make you famous shorty, Everyone would worship you as a god"

Don't say a word.

Drelia 

Rather than walking it home, I board a cab to ignore him. 

If he's dead, then I think it's for the best so I can have my peace of mind.

Arriving home, I'm met with an empty house, everyone's gone to attend to their golden boy.

It burdens me that no one recognizes me, not even my biological mom.

Zac is their proud son, the one who brings glory and I, the one who brings curse.

It's ironic how they deny me in public, never have my attention and rather than living a life of a princess, I live a life of a pauper.

The memories comes flooding in my head. In my death note, I've written everyone involved in the reasons I want to die.

I feel bad for miles, thanks to Zac, his game gets halt. It's always about Zac.

I'm cautious that Zac didn't follow me home which justifies it's just my stupid imaginations.

The first place I visit is the fridge, to get something to drink.

I slam the fridge, hugging a custard to my chest and with a doleful gaze, I tread to the dinning table and then dump my bag pack on it.

It's the first time I'm eating at this golden dining room.

A lot of thought rings in my mind.

With Zac gone, will I finally be noticed?

"How can you be so heartless princess, your brother is hospitalized and you can't even visit!"

I yell pouring the custard on me as Zac is sitting at the edge of the table, opposite me.

I'm breathless and my heart flips.

"Stay away from me Zac!" I snarl throwing the empty bowl at him but he makes it suspend in the air.

"I'm not, you're going to the hospital and bringing me alive!" He retorts slamming his palm on the sleek table.

He's real...I mean his ghost and this is mystery itself. I quickly accept the fact that I'm speaking with his ghost.

We glare at each other, panting and I resign from staring while standing up to leave for my room.

He'd get tired and leave me alone. I appear at the lobby, hastening my footsteps but only his voice causes a distraction.

"You're my killer right? You're excited I'm dead, so you can have all the glory!" His voice echoes through the lobby and I swallow trying so hard to calm down.

Why am I seeing him? I don't see ghost! Something isn't adding up.

I reach for my room, almost grabbing the doorknob but he blocks me.

My head would have ram on his chest if I haven't held myself.

He's suddenly clingy.

"I can make you beautiful" he proposes still wearing that prideful look.

"You're dead" I remind coldly and he looks bitter, sucking in his breath.

He grabs my arm and push me closer to him. 

Zac feels so real, that I can feel his breath pouring on my face.

His eyes peer into mine and his vein tightens around his neck.

"I'm in a coma and whosoever sees me can bring me back, it kill me to realize it's you my enemy but I'm left with no choice"

"You chose wrong Zac and even if you're the last person on earth to save, I'd never save you"

His eyes suddenly softens as he seems sober and in that weak state, I break out of his hold again, stomp inside my room and slam the door at his face.

***

Night crawls in and I've been sitting by my window since I left zac, looking down below to watch the drama that displays.

The house swarms with fans, letters, flowers, gifts.

If I die, I won't be remembered like he is which is a relief. They won't even notice I'm gone.

Exhaling deeply, I move from the window to my drawer where I've hidden the poison I'd drink.

First, I take out the death note I've written from the drawer and staring at it, leads to tears brewing in my eyes.

Unfortunately, they'd be blaming me for Zac's death already because I didn't show remorse.

Pathetic.

Grabbing the poison jar, I place the note on my bed and standing opposite my bed post, I open my mouth and gulp down every liquid from the jar.

Goodbye wicked world.

My body falls to the floor immediately as I grunt, crawling in pain and vibrating on the floor.

I can't breath.

My hands flies to my neck, as my stomach twitches. Everything is in circles, dizzy and my walls are crumbling on me.

"Shit! Shorty!"

His voice is the only thing I hear now and suddenly my body is lifted from the floor.

I can feel him, my body's like a child in his arms and his palms hovers all over my face.

My hands try to push him away but his grip on me is firm.

He isn't letting go.

I grow weak, convulsing and writhing as tears flow from my eyes.

Unfortunately, Zac is the last image I'm looking at before closing my eyes.

"No! No, shorty stay with me! Don't close those eyes!" He roars and I feel my head leaning to his chest, my body jerks.

Perhaps, if I ever got an embrace earlier... would everything would have been different?