This Never Happened (Olympus Drive Chronicles)

Part .75 - Hang in with me here

So I had a little after-death to-do-list going. If I was gonna be dead, right, like dead-dead, dead and gone, then I needed to make a few things right. I had already seen and apologized to Neil for ever involving him in my train-wreck of an afterlife. So. That's crossed off. Anyway, here's my list:

1)    See Neil and apologize for ever involving him in my train-wreck of an after-life

2)    Find Isaac, make sure he's okay, and say goodbye in case I really die

3)    Apologize to Delia and get her out of prison since she had every reason to kill me

4)    Kill that bitch that killed my Meg and our babies

5)    That's about it I probably won't get much farther. I'd say goodbye to my mom but she probably already thinks I'm dead.

Isaac is my top priority. He's my twin. I can't just leave him, even if things have been weird between us. What if he really went off after he thought I was dead? I have to make sure he's gonna be okay with out me. Give him some nice PS I Love You type speech thing (it was Delia's favorite movie, maybe I slept through it a lot, but it's emotional crap, all right?) about being okay without me and not being upset.

So, first of all I have to get the heck out of Dodge. That's easier than anticipated, since no one can actually see me. Yes, it does occur to me maybe Isaac won't see me. But that's stupid. He's my twin. He has to see me. He'll know I'm there. At the very least I'll see him and know if he's okay or not.

Last I heard, he was in New Mexico. My mother said he was staying with some cousin out that way. I'll see if I can track him down.

I find a bus depot, and get in the very last seat. Nobody seems to see me, nobody asks for a ticket so that's good. I prop my feet up and pull my hood over my head.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

I look up at the speaker. A girl, probably young woman. Maybe twenty, but probably less. Big grey sweatshirt. She's clutching a bag like she doesn't ever want to set it down.

"Sure," I say, moving my leg a little so she can sit down next to me on the bus. I don't pull down the hood of my purple sweatshirt. If I'm being seen, I don't really want to be.

"Thanks," she says, sitting down and holding the bag still.

"You ah—okay?"

"Why?" she frowns like she's more used to that than smiling.

"You really don't look it," is that all she has? "This bus goes all the way to Tulsa."

"Good. I'm running away."

"Why?"

"I needed to keep a promise to somebody," she says.

"What's in the bag?" I ask; she's still clutching it.

"An urn," she says, darkly.

"Right, sorry," I say, leaning back, "My name's Hugh. What's yours?"

"Brianna."

"And why are you going to Tulsa with an urn?"

"Why do you ask me that?" she asks, tipping her head. Her brown hair is cut severely at chin length, and she has freckles across her nose.

"Because I'm dead and most people can't see me and you can, so it's kind a different, I ah---might have gotten cursed by some fuck-lord of the Dead, so now living people can't see me. Except apparently you. Which is inconvenient because I'm trying to get revenge," I say, shrugging.

"I'm stealing my two only friend's ashes so I can bury them together like they asked," she says, staring at me a little.

"You believe me?" I ask, frowning.