The Ghost Of You

V

"Not all those who wander are lost."
-J. R. R. Tolkien

One second.

One minute.

One hour.

I've been sitting in the streets for about an hour, getting hit by cars, obviously phasing through me. I felt a hand clench my shoulder and dragged me into the sidewalk, then slamming me down.

Weird, I actually felt that! Just kidding.

The feeling of someone being able to touch me gives me this sense of being alive, but I'm not so that feeling is useless. At least it's something.

Lying on the ground, I looked up, seeing a heaving Psychic look down at me.

"I've been there for nearly an hour! What in the fucking world were you doing!?"

"Yeah I know it's been an hour, I've been in the streets getting hit by the cars. I could've died, you know?" I said in the most sarcastic tone ever.

He sneered then hollered,"Thanks for asking how I got out! I literally had to crawl out your window and find a way down."

"Shaddup or they're going to hear you Andrew."

Andrew stuck a finger in the air as if he was about to give me a pep-talk, then slowly put his arm down then sighed. He was probably going to lecture me about calling him Andrew and not any of the other names that instead, he wanted me to call the psychopathic Pyschic. Andrew was a better name in my opinion.

All I heard was heavy breathing as silence hummed through the air. Once Andrew finally caught his breath, he started dragging me again, not like I'd get hurt.

"Where we going, Drew?"

"Shaddup for once. I'm amazed you didn't call me by my actual name."

"Yeah yeah, I'm really curious though."

"Curious about what?"

"How come you can touch me?"

I felt him shudder at the question, supposedly thinking it in the worst way possible.

"Not like that you idiot," bumping over a rock,"Like being able to hold on my clothes and smack me in the face. How is that possible?"

"Well, I'm a Psychic so I'm able to protect or support those who are in trouble. Being a Psychic gives me the ability to see and feel the dead, you know? That's why I can smack a little whiny bitch like you."

I scoffed,"You wish I was."

After about a ten minute drag, we sat on the sidewalk.

"What are we doing now?" I asked.

"We...need to go check out the school first. That's where all the connections are, right?"

I nodded, then began stood up to start walking. I looked down and saw Andrew still sitting on the ground. Humming, I began walking, forgetting about him sitting on the sidewalk.

I walked backwards in the road, where no traffic came by. Andrew was still sitting there, not even noticing. I stopped and ran back, wondering what's going on with him.

I hollered,"Yo Andrew! Get your head out of your ass!"

I walked back to Drew to check on what was going on as he gapped down, looking at the ground. Once he noticed me, he blinkers few times then said,"S-Sorry, I have never been in a school before, or really know much about it."

Man, is he that much of a chicken to get up and look around a place he has never heard of?

"Wait, how were you educated?" I asks in a peculiar tone, sitting besides him.