Aren’t you curious?

It was days after the incident in the school, with his school bag, zayn made his way down the hallway where two blondes stood twisting their braids by the side of their hair.

He passed without caring about what they said, not like he ever cared about the gossip in the school but this one caught his attention, he slowed his walking a bit. "I don't know but he died"

"Did he?"

"Yes, no one is saying anything about it, everyone is just being secretive about it." The second girl mumbled, sighing. 

"He was such a bully but I never wanted him to die. It's pitiful" she shook her head. 

"Hmm only coughing out blood, what could trigger such a thing. He didn't even eat anything we could blame it on his allergies, if he really has one for a bully like him" she tried to laugh but the sight of zayn stiffened it, making her eyes go wide by what her friend said next. 

"Some few people saw him staring at zayn" the friend said looking down at her painted nails, her gum syncing with her eyes as she batted it "like staring staring where you are like ogling but…"

"Let's go back to class" the first girl dragged her hand but she tried speaking down on it when her eyes found two piercing blue eyes gazing back at them. He hadn't left but stood to hear what they would say but most especially what she was trying to insinuate.

"Yes let's go back" the both of them scurried away down the hall and zayn shoulders lax. His body tensed also but for a reason he didn't know. He composed himself later on and left for his class. He didn't need any answers, everything was fine as he thought.

****

He went home that day feeling sorry for zander who had died after coughing too much blood to an extent that led to his death. His house was always calm and quiet. His mom was at work. 

By this time, when his father was alive, he was always inside his office locked from the inside. No single noise that a living human is there, as he passed the door his eyes roved around the door and its posts. No handle, no sign of lock. Just a normal door that would be more or less like a wall if not for the wood.

He opened the door to his room and the thing that greeted him was the words on the wall above his headboard.

"Do you want answers?" 

His eyes were fixated on the words which he didn't even know what to do. He wasn't scared. No one did this but only one person. This is the third question he was asking him and none of them has been given an answer to. 

He went in not minding the writings, he was going to try to clean it before his mother returns. He dropped his bag on the bed "you don't have to scare me ghost, there is no need for all this" he shouted in the room.

Whatever he was, he knew he was hearing him, watching him. He doesn't care about the faction or whatever but they should not involve his mother in this, his father is already dead with their dirty actions which he doesn't care about anymore.

"AREN'T YOU CURIOUS HOW THE BOY IN YOUR CLASS COUGHED OUT BLOOD ONLY BY STARING INTO YOUR EYES?"

He heard a voice in the room. No wraithlike figure. No shadow or whatever, just the swinging of his curtain by the window and the normal looking room. Nothing menacing except for the voice. It was still afternoon, there was light in the room. 

"Such a coward" derision swirled his words and tone "a coward who can't show his face, if really you are alive" he taunts, going to loosen his shoe lace but the sound of a window breaking stopped him. Another squealing noise outside his door, things breaking. 

He immediately ran out from his room to the kitchen. All the plates in the kitchen, the chandelier in the living room, the windows, and the television were breaking. It was like the house was going under an earthquake. His heart thumped in his ears, his hands shook, not for the things but his mom. 

With his school uniform, he walked around, things still breaking, he didn't know where to start from. He knelt down watching his mom's favorite vase his father bought for her on one of her birthdays in slow motion and a background laugh from the wraith falling to the ground breaking into pieces. 

His eyes burned, tears, fury, rage, wrath to put out on a certain somebody or ghost. "STOP" he yelled.

"NO YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE THAT WHEN TELLING ME TO STOP"

"I SAID STOP" he yelled again standing up, he went to the vase it was already destroyed. Tears pooled his eyes at the silence that had returned and the pieces he held in his hand. 

He knew he was failing, failing his mom. This is all his fault. His father died because of him. His interest in everything mythical and those damn books. What was he going to do?

He knew that wraith won't leave him until he gives him an answer or what he needs, which he doesn't know but has a clue about.