Not only was Zack extremely upset over what happened to Cody, he was furious with himself. His little brother was only trying to help him, how could he treat Cody like that? The guilt multiplied when Carey told him what Cody had said…Cody had remanded loyal to Zack, right up to the moment he died. The feeling tore through Zack. He felt lower than the scum on the bottom of his shoe. He continued to ask himself, how someone like him could still be breathing while someone as innocent as Cody was dead.

"Do what you want, I don't care…" The words spun in Zack's head over and over. Each cycle was the equivalent of a punch in the stomach…an endless torture.

Outside, the sky was as gloomy as ever. The group filed around the grave site as the coffin was brought by, shrouded with a black veil. Once the group was set, the priest said a few more blessings before pointing to Zack. "And now," he finished. "A few words from the one who knew Cody best, Zack Martin."

Zack wiped his eyes as he pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket. Zack took a deep breath, looking up. "Cody was…" he began, but his voice broke a second later. He was silenced by the picture his eyes took in the moment he opened his mouth. He was back.

Standing on the opposite side of the cemetery was a boy with shoulder length blond hair. His skin was white as snow and looked as if it was almost transparent. Dried blood flowed from a hole located in his 'clothes' just above his abdomen. His outline also seemed to fade off.

"Cody was…" Zack began again, but then his eyes met the eyes of the spectra. Its eyes were dark with each pupil completely dilated, and seemingly filled with pain. Its eyes had very dark circles around them and its face held an expressionless look. For a moment, Zack was completely spellbound, until a second later, the boy disappeared.

'Cody…" Zack said a third time, but his voice trailed off. He was stunned by what he had just seen. Was it real? Was that really Cody? How could it be? Cody was dead…what about his body in that coffin? Zack blinked twice. Between blinks, Zack had thought he saw him again, but the sight was gone as quickly as it appeared.

Carey put her arm around Zack, before looking at the priest, slowly moving her head back and forth, as if to silently tell him that Zack couldn't do this. The priest nodded and concluded the service with another prayer. After that one by one, everyone placed a flower on the young boy's coffin before leaving the cemetery.

The whole way home, Carey left her arm around her son, telling him that it was "ok." Zack didn't respond.

That night, Zack tossed and turned, and despite every adequate effort, could not fall into a descent sleep. He would doze off momentarily and snap awake a few minutes later. Finally Zack sat up and looked around his room, once again taking in all the memories he had of his brother, the worst of which was his brother's light blue "blankie."

Suddenly, Zack heard what sounded like a soft rush of wind. Zack looked over at the window, initially thinking he may have forgotten to shut it. A second look however confirmed that it was indeed closed. A second later, Zack heard another soft breeze, inside his room. "Zack…" the wind seemed to say…in a voice very similar to that of his brother's. The wind however seemed to die as quickly as it came.

Zack shivered, fear beginning to fill him. "W-what's going on?" He asked himself. "I must be dreaming, I guess I'm more tired than I thought." Zack kept telling himself that, however as he did, he began to shiver more and more. He then realized that the shivering wasn't just from his fear. No, the temperature in the room was dropping at a rapid rate. Zack's eyes began to widen as he saw his breath form a cloud of mist in front of his face. His breathing deepened, causing the cloud to grow.

He heard the wind a third time. "Zack…." It seemed to say again, this time much more distinctly. Fear continued to flow through Zack's body. He shivered more and more, his mouth hung open as his brain searched for a reasonable explanation.

Suddenly a form appeared through the misty cloud Zack's breath was sustaining. Zack's eyes widened to the size of golf balls. He wanted to scream but couldn't find the air to do so. His breathing was little more than a bunch of quick, short spurts, each one contributing further to the mist that now twirled around the form. Feelings of fear and true terror surged through Zack's body.

The moon's light reflected of the form's pure white, yet semitransparent skin, causing it to glow frighteningly. The light also reflected off the figure's blond hair, the outline of which seemed to fade off. Zack's mouth hung open as his eyes then fell on the pair staring back at him. Each was a dark hole, surrounded by a dark, baggy circle. The whites of each eye also glowed in the moonlight, contrasting frighteningly with their dark surroundings.

"Zack…"

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