We Lost him...*COMPLETE*

"Hey guys where's Liam?" Niall asked, his mouth stuffed with chips. I decided to go outside and check on him. I went out to the street and felt the cold wind blow on my face. Then there was Liam. I smiled. Poor Liam had his hands full of coffee cups for us. My smile faded and was replace by a terrified face. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"


6. Its the whisper that let me know...


I went up the stairs to my room and quietly layed down looking up at the ceiling. I sighed as the memories of Liam washed into my head.

It's hard to do anything knowing that your bestfriend has died, and that you could have done something to help him, but u didn't. Once again tears streamed down my face. I couldn't hold them in. I wanted Liam back.

Liam, please. If you're out there give me a sign that you forgive me. I miss you and so do the other lads. We need you Liam. We want you back. You don't deserve this.

I closed my eyes and almost fell asleep when I felt a sudden cold. I covered myself with a blanket and closed my eyes once again.


"huhhh?" I gasped. I just heard someone about to call me. My hair in my arms were now sticking out and I had goosebumps all over. I felt a chill run down my spine and when I turned to the mirror I screamed.


I went to Niall's room first. He was the one who saw me die. I just wanted to know how he was doing. I don't want him doing something crazy he'll regret.

I went throught the door and I noticed that Niall got cold. I got excited, maybe he will see me. I tryed calling his name. But my throat hurt when I tryed tot talk. He gasped and looked around. I went over to him and put my hand on his forehead.

Immediatly I can tell that he felt a chill run down his spine.

But before I could do anything else Niall screamed. I looked at the direction he screamed, and there I was. In the reflection of the mirror, my hand on Niall's forehead.

Niall jumped out of the bed and ran to the corner. He started bawling and whispered "Please don't hurt me" My face softened. Me? Hurt him?


I nodded my head. My throat was too sore. Niall's face was pale and his body was trembling in the corner. He looked at me again before running away. I just stayed in the same spot. He's afraid of me. Niall is afraid of me. What now?


I was on twitter and was reading all the tweets Liam was getting. Many of them were nice, messages. Other's were really sweet. But the one's I removed were the hate ones.

There were messages like 'Finally god made a miracle' or 'Its about time! Lets all celebrate' as well as other worse ones. I decided to tweet my own..

'For those haters just keep in mind that those hate messages don't get sent to heaven, but to hell where many of you will soon join.'

I read it one last time before tweeting it. I still couldn't get any sleep at night. Liam's image would haunt me. I shoudn't have entered the emergency room.

I feel awful about Liam's death and I know Niall does too. They were great buddies, always together.


I said goodbye to the phsycologist as he left the room. I still stayed seated looking at the chalkboard. I thought about him again. This therapy crap was no use. They won't make me forget Liam. They won't.

Just then The chalk lifted from the desk. I stood up ready to run when suddenly words started making its way on the chalkboard. I gasped and felt very dizzy. This must be a prank. This can't be it. The chalkboard said

'I may be gone, but I will haunt, theres nothing in life, So please join on'

What did that mean? Was this......Liam?

Does he really want me to join him? Whats going on? What is this?


I thought about it a couple of times and decided that I will. I will buy it. Than I can see Liam . I can apologize and be with him one last time.

I'm the the.....




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