Are You Out of Your Mind?!

I'm not crazy. Trust me. I'm just a little...odd. Oh, why do I even bother, I'm not kidding anyone.

I see dead people.

No, I'm not kidding! Stop laughing!

I don't just see ghosts. I see scenes of people's death, so I guess I can sort of see the past.

I guess I knew for sure when I met a boy. But unlike the rest, he wasn't dead. He was dying.

It was a hot summer day, one of the last ones. I savored it as long as I could. Eventually, I went to the lake to go swimming by myself. I don't go with friends; I always go to the lake alone to collect my thoughts. So, I went over to my bench in the gazebo. Yes, it's my bench. It has my freaking name on it! It's engraved on it, though I'm not sure why. I started to take off my shirt and shorts- I had my swimsuit underneath, obviously. But someone interrupted my me time. That's a big no no when it comes to me!

It was a boy. When is it not about a boy? He had this scene thing going on with his black hair, and I'm not going to lie to you, he seemed cute enough. Hell, they all are cute enough until they open their mouths. Anyway, my hair's layered and really long, so I guess you would call it "scene" but I hate the stereotype. My hair is naturally brown/black. It can't make up it's mind. He had jet black hair and long curly lashes that framed weird silver eyes. I wondered if he wore contacts.

"Hey," he said with a twist of his mouth that could be considered a semi-smile.

See what I said about boys opening their mouths?

"What are you doing here?!" I growl.

Okay, looking back, I may have overreacted a little bit. Maybe.

"I might ask the same question to you. You can see me?" he asked casually, that insufferable smirk still plastered across his face.

"Of course I can see you, dumb-ass," I laugh.

He looked a little shocked, at first.

"Don't tell me I'm dead!" he cried, panicking, "my body's drowning!"

Uh...okay, this guy was just as weird as I was. And he had silver eyes, I mean, what is up with that?

"Shit, shit, shit! Save my damn body will you? Do some CPR!"

He was really starting to freak out now. I looked over to where he was pointing and I saw a body on the sand. How convenient.

"If that's you, then who are you?" I asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

Uh-oh, he was frothing at the mouth now! Does he have rabies? Hurriedly, I went over to the body. I had to take a CPR class just a few weeks before the incident, so I knew exactly what to do. But the compressions weren't working, so I had to breathe into his mouth. Ewww! Anyway, he started breathing again. Joy.

His eyes were an even more metallic silver now. Someone's been doing the Edward Cullen treatment! His hair was darker, a deeper shade of black. He had the beginning of a six pack, so I guess he really was doing the Edward thing. But Edward in the movie has, like, close to no abs at all, not to mention golden eyes and sparkles. Maybe he had switched mid-program to the Jacob Black package? No, no, too pale.

"I know you," he said, dazed, "your face is familiar but I can't remember why."

Slumping, he closed his eyes.

I started hyperventilating, for some odd reason.

"Don't die on me, please pretty please with a cherry of top with whipped cream and sprinkles. I just saved you, so don't you dare die on me!" I was almost crying by then.