See Through

Olivia Adams isn't alive, but she isn't dead either. Somewhere between heaven and hell lies perpetual purgatory, and she's inevitably stuck in it. There's unfinished business to be tended to, but the question of what it is remains unanswered. She walks the streets of New York City with tears in her eyes, but nobody notices the girl that barely exists. Until a beautiful day. Niall Horan has found her, and he sees and feels and hears her. She's falling in love with him, even though she's frightened since her last lover took her very own life. Through Niall, Olivia is able to reconnect with her sister, Jessi, and exist as if she never left. But, what happens when a dark mass tries to ruin any chance Olivia has of living again? Will the mass get to her, allowing her spirit to move on? Will she be able to fight it off long enough to become human again? Or, will she forever remain see through?


10. Death Stricken



God, why isn't Niall answering his damn phone! I call an ambulance and try my best to clean up some of the blood pouring from her head. It's no use. She's a goner and I'm helpless. I can't do much but wait, and the ambulance arrives within about five minutes. Calling Niall's phone again, I climb into the ambulance with Jessi and pray that she'll be alright. She's blacked out, and there's so much blood I could literally faint. I don't know what happened exactly. One minute we're walking down the steps, and the next she's tumbling down them so fast that I can't stop her. I chased and chased but she fell flight after flight. Something pushed her. No, not something. Someone. Someone pushed her, Olivia.

Turns out we were right about her all along. She's not good, and I will NOT let her hurt Jessi again. This is go time. Me against the ghost. “Jessi, it's gonna be okay,” I whisper into her ear, doubtful that she can hear me.

Niall doesn't answer, again, so I call Harry instead. Maybe he's around Niall and can inform him of what his little ghosty friend did. Ugh. I don't know whether to be upset or pissed the hell off. Right now, I'm just scared. Scared of Olivia, scared Jessi might never wake up and look at me again. It's agony, waiting in this ambulance, rushing down the street at ninety miles per hour (in New York City, might I add).

“Hello?” Harry answers. I try to tell him what happened but it comes out as a jumbled mess of jibberish. Finally, I just tell him to have Niall come to the hospital and he agrees to.

How do you come to conclusions when it involves something you can't see? Nothing is solved, but it will be. I will personally get that investigator to get rid of her once and for all. I loved Olivia when she was alive. She and Jessi were there for me when no one else was, but now she's not Olivia at all. This thing that's tormenting Jessi may have her looks and her voice and memories, but it's NOT her. It can't be.

Olivia would never do this to Jessi, and I know now that whatever this thing is, it's tricked us. Big time.






“I love laying in bed all day like this,” I say, playing with Olivia's fingers in my hands. Being with her all this time has literally been the happiest time of my life, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. But, soon I'll have to go on tour. We've canceled about ten shows already so that we could have February off too, but it's almost March and we have to go sooner or later.

The guys and I are so tired, and lately we're not much for anything. Ever since I found Olivia, she's all that matters to me and I refuse to go on tour and leave her here. Then again, she could go with me. No one would see her....makes sense, right?

“I'm going to miss you when you go on tour,” she says, like she's reading my mind again. I wonder if she really does... “Promise you'll come back to me.”

“Why don't you come along?”

She turns her head and gives me a questioning look. “Wouldn't that be weird? For the guys, I mean. It's one thing for Harry to walk around naked all the time, but it's another to live on a tour bus with him for months. You know I freak him out.”

“He's a wuss.”


“Seriously, I want you to come.”

My door rattles loudly at the banging of another person on the other side. I jump out of bed, startled, and open it to find Harry's heaving chest out of breath. Panicked. “Niall, you have to go to the hospital. Jessi is hurt.”

I look over at Olivia, who's eyes widen in complete terror. “What happened?”

“I don't know. Andrea was frantic and I could barely understand her. Something about stairs and blood.”

“Let's go,” I say to Olivia, and rush to throw on my shoes. I grab her hand and fly out the door to go to her. I'm scared, to say the least. There's a mix of emotions, worrying for her life, hoping she'll be fine in the end.

The streets are crowded, and I fight may way through crowd as hard as I can. Olivia has no problem, walking through people and benches and light posts. But me, I'm solid and I can't get there fast enough. Finally, I decide it's no use and I call the next cab I see.

“I'll give you five hundred dollars if you can get us to Saint Catherine's in five minutes,” I say to the driver, who is eager to oblige. We almost wreck five or six times throughout the drive, but the driver gets us there within no time. I sling ten fifties to him and jump out of the cab.

Nothing. Nothing, beats the pain in my chest as I see Andrea waiting in the lobby with some man. They're both crying uncontrollably, Andrea with her mascara-stained cheeks and the man with snot running from his nose.

She meets my eyes, and I know what's happened.






When I see Andrea and my dad crying, I can't take it. Daddy's eyes are red, and his beard is sopping wet from all the tears. My heart breaks for them, and I know what I need to do. I lurch down the hallway through the door, and poke my head in each ICU room to find her. Finally, I find her in the last room on the left.

She's there with doctors and nurses surrounding her. Eyes closed, heartbeat getting slower and slower. The monitor ticks and ticks, fading away into nothingness. The beeps slip away until there's one long, loud chime indicating no heart rate. The doctors paddle her, CPR, everything they can possibly do until she just lies there. Lifeless.

“No!” I shout, running to her bedside. “Jessi, don't you dare do this!” I grab her hands and squeeze them as tight as I can. “Daddy needs you! He already lost me, Jess. Don't make him lose you too. I know you're in there. I can sense you. Please hear me, Jessica.” I lay my head on hers and begin to cry, my tears falling on her watermelon-scented hair.

“Olivia?” I hear her voice, loud and clear like it's everywhere but no where at the same time. I look down at her, but she's still laying with her eyes closed. “Olivia, look up.” I raise my head and follow the voice, seeing her standing by the door in confusion. “What happened to me?”

“I don't know,” I say, running to her. “Andrea said something about stairs.” It hits me then. She can see me now.

“Am I.....dead?”

“No!” I say to her, grabbing her face. “No you are not! I refuse to let you die.”

“But look at me, Olivia. I'm so pale...” she points over to the bed where her body lays, but I don't notice it. Instead, I see that black mass of depression inching it's way from the corner, on it's way to envelop me. It's coming for me. I can feel it in my bones that it's here. FOR ME.

“Come on,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her back to the bed. “Lay down.”


“Lay back down on the bed and focus. Attach yourself to your body, and breathe again, okay? You're not doing this. You're not becoming like me. That's the last thing I want for you.”

“Olivia, I –”

“Damn it, Jessica! Do it!” I shout, raising my voice. This time she doesn't hesitate and lays down on her body. I look up at the black mass as it gets closer and closer. The doctors are still all around her, fiddling with the wire hookups and unplugging the machines.

I can't even watch.

I place my hand on her hand and bow my head. “God, if you can hear me. Spare her this time. Not for me, but for her. Give her the chance I never had.”

There's a commotion in the room, but I don't dare open my eyes or remove my hand. I have to concentrate. My sister will come out of this alive. I refuse to let her do otherwise. This time, a life is going to be saved.

When I hear that beep again, I couldn't be happier.







“I'm so sorry,” the doctor says before he walks away. Andrea and the man break down to the point where Andrea collapses and I catch her with my arms and help her to a chair. The man punches the wall, leaving a gaping hole, and nobody even says anything about it. They whole place understands. They must see these reactions a lot.

Finally, about ten minutes later, they calm down just a bit.

“Call Johnson's funeral home,” the man – Jessi and Olivia's dad – says to Andrea. “I want her to have the same service Olivia did.”

This isn't happening to me. Jessi can't be gone, it's impossible. One thing I've learned from this entire Olivia thing, is that when someone dies, they're still here somehow. Even if we can't see them or hear them, we can still feel them in our hearts, and that keeps them alive forever.

Consoling Andrea is a lost cause. There's no stopping that kind of heartache from the loss of a best friend. I know if one of the lads were to – God forbid – die, I would be a total wreck. Right now, I'm more in denial than anything else.

“Mr. Adams?” The doctor appears before us again with a brightened look on his face. “Throughout all my career, I've never seen a recovery this remarkable.”

“What?” he replies. “Do you mean....shes..”

“Alive?” Andrea finishes his sentence.

“Yes, and she's awake. She's not fully aware of her surroundings, but she's conscious.”

“Can we see her?”

I've never once underestimated what Olivia can do, but I know she had a hand in this, someway, somehow. Like telepathy, again, I know what she's feeling right now, and she's happy. Andrea and the man both go back to see Jessi while I wait in the lobby. “Family only,” they said, and Andrea told them she was Jessi's sister.

After about twenty minutes, Olivia emerges from the doors with a smile on her face. “Hey,” I say to her, looking around to make sure nobody else is in the lobby. “How is she?”

“Perfect. The internal bleeding stopped. Just like that, magic.”

“Mhhhmmm,” I say, giving her a knowing stare.

“What? I didn't do a thing.”

“You're lying, you helped her.”

“How is that even possible?” she says with a laugh.

“I don't know, but I do know that you brought her back. You would never let anything happen to her.”

She smiles and gives me a kiss. “You know me so well,” she whispers when she pulls away. “I'd die all over again just to save her.”

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