Crash

Chapter 3~ Dustin (Part two)

        I watched over Beth's shoulder as she scrolled through statistics on teenage texting and driving. She sighed and rested her elbow on the desk before resting her chin on her palm,"More than 3,000 teens die each year in crashes caused by texting and driving." Beth chewed her lip as she read aloud what was on the screen. She itched her forehead with her thumb nail and sighed,"Why am I even looking this up..." 

        "Because I said so."  I groaned as Beth tensed. How is she can only hear me at moments when I don't want her to hear me? I nearly slapped myself as I realized why. Every time I've been able to communicate with her was when she was relaxed or I was pissed off at her. That's why I was able to talked to her last night. Beth shook her head and ran her hands into her chestnut colored hair before going back to scrolling through the website,

        "There has to be a reason behind looking this up..." I formed a sentence in my throat but stopped myself. If I said anything, Beth would do one of two things; cry or go back into her little pit of depression and I really hated the latter or the two. She had just started to claw her way out of it and I didn't want to be the one to fling her back in. She leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling,"I didn't...Don't even know your name..." 

                I blinked, all this timed I knew her name... and she never knew mine. I reached forward and, mustering up the energy needed, I brushed my fingers over her hand, waiting for the gasp that I knew would accompany it. The gasp never came, but she move her hands aside and I took a shaky breath and hit the "d" on her key board and reached for the "u" but my hand started to shake and I watched it grow more transparent,"Shit." I pulled back, scoffing. I'm not even strong enough to type my whole name. It even put me out of breath. I sat on the ground and tried to get my breath back.

        "Drake?" I paused and looked up at her," David? Daniel? Dylan?" I laughed weakly and shook my head. 

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        I sat on the floor, my back resting against Beth's bed as I listened to her breathing slow. I felt her body relax as she entered that state of rest that I could talk to her in. "It wasn't your fault you know." The bed shook as she stirred.

"No..." She mumbled.

        I glanced over my shoulder," Last I checked, you weren't the one who died. You didn't cause the wreck, Beth." I heard sniffling and looked up to see Beth sitting up, wiping her face. I sighed, guess I need to ease her into the idea. I shrugged, I have all the time in the world.

~Sorry it's so short everyone. I have an idea of how I want the story to go, I just don't want it all to be piled into one chapter, so the chapters might be shorter for the time being. Thanks!~