Thank you for all the reviews for this story. There are so many questions again, but like always I'm not giving any answers to them, they will slowly come about in the story.

Anyway, here's another chapter for you to enjoy...

The Lakeside

Chapter 4: Truth

Chris swam in the water, but had become disorientated as he went under. Everything looked the same in the dark, he had no idea which way to swim. He could not see Wyatt, could not see the cabin, nothing.

Turning around in the water, he looked for any sign of which bank was his. There was still no idea.

"Help!" Chris called out to the blackness around him, "Somebody, help!"

When he realised that nobody could hear him, or was not listening, he decided to pick a side to swim and went. If he was on the wrong side then he would just swim back. Also, he knew there was a bridge around here somewhere, he could take that route back if he found he was on the wrong side.

Climbing out of the freezing water, he began to walk. It was so cold out, he had to keep walking, had to keep warm in some way. He placed his hands underneath his armpits, anything to gain some body heat from somewhere.

He continued to walk, away from the water. He had no idea where he was going, he just had to walk, just had to keep walking. He was sure he was going the right way to get back to the cabin, but was it really this far away from the water.

Stopping, he turned around to look back the way he came, maybe he was on the wrong side.

No, he was on the right side, he had just not walked far enough. He had to keep walking, had to keep moving, had to keep warm.

Finally he came across a cabin, but it was dark, too dark to be the one his friends were in. So dark that nobody could be in it. He was at the cabin that was abandoned, that was practically rubble. He was definitely on the wrong side of the lake.

He wanted to go back, but it was so cold. He was so tired, his legs felt so heavy, he could not walk anymore. Walking through the door of the abandoned cabin, he looked around it. There had to be something in here that could keep him warm for now until his friends found him. They would come for him, eventually, he was just too cold and tired to get back to them now.

"Come to me," Chris heard a heavenly voice in the corner of the room. He looked over to find the blonde haired teenager stood there, his arms out, "Chris, come to me."

"Wyatt?" Chris questioned, slightly confused. How long had Wyatt been there? He was sure Wyatt had been with him by the lakeside. Everything was so confusing right now.

He started walking towards the male, into his arms, someone who could keep him warm. No, someone who could help him get back to his friends. The Halliwell soon found that his teeth were chattering as he made his way over to Wyatt.

"Come here, Chris," Wyatt spoke again, "I'll keep you warm."

Chris made his way to Wyatt and found himself being pulled to the floor to the sitting position. His whole body was shaking, he could not keep it under control, he was so cold. He was tired too, he just wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep.

"Don't worry," Wyatt whispered into his ear, "You're ok. You're safe with me."

"I'm so cold," Chris shivered, trying to get any body heat from Wyatt but there was nothing, "I'm so tired."

"I know the feeling," Wyatt wrapped his arms around the Halliwell, "Trust me, I know the feeling."

"How…can…you?" Chris asked, has his breathing speeded up, through the shivering.

"There's something you need to know," Wyatt admitted to him now, "How I know how you feel. The boy that died wasn't my brother, it was me."

"I don't understand." Chris said through the cold.

"I was the one that died that night."

Chris could not figure out whether he had heard the blonde correctly, he could not have done. He was sure Wyatt had just told him that he was the teenager that died from hypothermia in this cabin, but it was impossible. He was hear with him.

"No…it…you…" He was too weak to make sense in what he was saying now.

"I'm dead, Chris," Wyatt explained, "I'm just a ghost."

"No…" Chris shook his head, he had to warm up and make it back to his friends and then he could really listen to what Wyatt was telling him. However, he stayed there, wrapped up in Wyatt's heatless arms.

"I'm a ghost," Wyatt repeated, "I died almost ten years ago. I've been in this place ever since. I can't leave. This is why I got you to come here, now, alone. I want you to join me."

Chris just listened. He was so tired. He just wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep. His friends would find him and then he could really find out what the blonde was saying. They would be laughing about what Chris really thought he was hearing.

"I just want you to join me," Wyatt whispered in Chris' ear, knowing that the cold was making Chris feel heavy and sleepy. Soon he would close his eyes, fall asleep and never wake up.

The ghost smiled to himself as he felt Chris' body feeling heavier on him, soon he would not be alone here.

So a few questions answered, but will it have a happy ending?

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