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?


9. Thump, Thump



Everything that glitters isn't gold, they say. But, Olivia does glitter, and she's beyond gold. It's like she's the string that keeps me attached to this earth, and keeps me in tact with my body and soul. She's the light at the end of the tunnel, and I'm not going to let her fade away. I just can't do it, no matter what Jessi says.

You'd think Jessi would want her around more than me, but it seems as if Jessi is literally terrified of Olivia. I understand that, given what the investigator said. However, that investigator doesn't know Olivia Adams like I do. He doesn't possess the knowledge that I him – and everyone else besides Lena and I – she is see through. Invisible. That being said, how would they know what she's capable of? They don't, and they never will. I, on the other hand, know she's good and she'll bring none of us any harm.

After Jessi and Andrea freaking out on me, I go home to tell her what happened. As it turns out, she already knew. “If you find me threatening, then by all means go along with your life and forget I even exist,” she says with tears in her eyes. “I trusted you.”

“I don't find you threatening, Olivia! You can trust me. If you can't trust me, then you can't trust anyone.”

“Maybe I can't. You told Jessi you would make me go away.”

My lips tremble at the thought of her actually not being here. I've grown so accustomed to seeing her that it'd be miserable without her. “No! Well – yes, I did, but only to shut her up for a second. You're not some demonic....thing....that's trying to kill me. You're a human being, whether they believe it or not.”

She stares into my eyes for what seems like eternity. Her gaze is like telepathy...she feels something strong and intense. It's a feeling of safety and security, like I'm what keeps her sane. I don't know if she's really sending me this sort of message, but at the pit of my stomach I know what she's saying inside her head.

“Olivia, I can't live without you,” I say in almost a whisper. “So please, don't make me.”

She sighs and comes closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Never,” she says with a smile, and kisses me firmly on the mouth. My knees shake as she pulls away, and I'm left with a sense of power, or higher energy.

But, there's still a question lingering somewhere in my mind. Why can Lena and I see her? I don't have the answer, but I swear I'll find it – not just for me, but for Olivia and Jessi too. Regardless of what she thinks, I know Jessi loves Olivia. How could she not? This beautiful see through girl standing in front of me is like sunshine on a summer's day. Lighting up every room, blinding you with her innocent smile. Olivia is so, so special, and it took me until now to realize it.

The bad part? I have to break it to Jessi, and I have a feeling she won't like it too well. Procrastination sets in and I think it's best that she not know I want to be with Olivia. At least, not yet. The last thing I need is some sisterly girl fight, if that's even possible between them.

“Olivia, I know you want to be with me, and I want to be with you. Why are we fighting it?”

“Because I'm dead.”

“No, you're not!” I say bluntly. “You are HERE, do you not get that? I don't care if other people can't see you. I can, and that's all that matters. I want you...forever.”

She smiles and I see that same hint of careful, blissfully amazing affection in her eyes that I saw when I first met her. Only this time, it seems more real than before. This time, she's giving in to her feelings and dropping the shield she put up. This time, she's mine.

“I'll make you a deal. Promise me that you'll never give up on me, like all people usually do.” She comes closer and I can feel her warm, lively breath on my lips. “Then you can have me.”

It doesn't seem like much of a promise, because I know that I'll never be able to give up on her...whatever she means by that. When I decide to care about someone, I never give up on them. Ever. And Olivia...I care about her more than anything.

“I promise,” I say with a smile and close the gap between our lips once more.







I felt dark, and mean and rude and every bad thing you can think of. Then, one look into his eyes and the bad is gone. With him, there is only good and perfect. Yes, that's what he is. Perfect. I never knew I wanted perfection until I found it in him, and to be honest I don't care if I'm dead. If he wants to be with me, I can't deny him because I know myself that he speaks only the truth to me.

We spend the next two or three weeks going about our usual lives. Jessi isn't happy that I'm “still around,” but she'll get over that dreaded fear in her mind. She's completely insane if she thinks I'll ever hurt Niall, or Lena. The people who see me mean everything to me because they know how hard it is to be the way I am. They understand, and I can't shatter that.

In my mind, and in all of our lives, all is well. Until right now.

Entering Niall's room hand in hand, we collapse onto his bed and engage in small talk. Work, weather, him going on tour. Then, out of no where, a shadow emits itself from the corner of the ceiling. Red. Black. Dangerous and intoxicating. One look into it and I feel like depression has overcome me, and I fear the blackness that hovers over us, looking down into our romance and destroying every hope and dream that I could possibly ever have.

“Niall, do you see that!?” I exclaim, jumping into his arms and cuddling up to him under the blankets.

“No? What is it?”

He looks up to where I point and it slowly fades back into the corner as if it seeped right into the wall. Like it was never even there. Relief strikes me and I feel better, more in touch with who I am and how I really feel.

“Nothing, never mind. I guess I'm just seeing things.”

The world revolves around that blackness. I saw the reflection of evil in that black mass and I swear to God if I see it again, I'll go completely insane.








“I think Niall and Olivia are....together,” I say to Andrea as I throw my dirty laundry in my clothes basket to take to the laundromat. I sort the whites, the colors, and the delicates and begin walking with her down the hall to the complex's elevator.

“What makes you think that?” she snorts. “I thought you two had something.”

I shake my head in disagreement. “Not since we kissed. He hasn't even mentioned it.”

“Maybe he's just scared.”

“Or maybe he's banging my sister.”

She gives me one of her 'are you even serious' looks and laughs. “Get real, Jessi. Isn't that considered necrophilia? Even if not, I doubt it's even possible.”

“I don't know,” I say, pressing the elevator button, “but I'm getting impatient with him. I love my sister. Really, I do, but I can't shake off what the investigator has told me so far. If he wants to put himself at risk, then I can't stop him.”

I press the button a few more times before noticing the sign that says, “Out of Order: Please use stairs.”

“Great,” I say kicking the door. “Looks like we'll get our workout for today.” There's that coldness again, and that smell of lavender and vanilla. Olivia must be with us. “Olivia, I know that's you,” I say with a laugh. “Knock it off, you're creeping me out.”

The wind picks up and blows mine and Andrea's hair. In the hallway? Indoors? Uhmm... “Olivia, that's not funny,” Andrea says as we open the door to the staircases. It turns colder somehow as I place one foot on the first step, and then the next...and then the –

My vision is tumbling, and it feels like every bone in my body is breaking as I hit the stairs with every inch of my being.



“OLIVIA STOP!” someone yells, clearly running after me.



“JESSI I'M COMING JUST HANG ON!” they yell again.





I fall on my back as the pain sets in and surrounds everything I have. The last thing I see is Andrea hovering over me with blood on her hands, and I slowly slip away into the dizziness. My eyes are closing and I...



Author's Note: Thank you guys so much for your feedback! That last part has some mystery behind it. Andrea thinks it's Olivia, but is it really? It could be. Possibly. But anyway, I'm so glad that you guys are so interested in this story! It means a lot to me, you have no idea :') I want to write more tonight, but I need to stop being an insomniac and get some sleep, lol. Love you guys<3

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