Daydreams?

I dropped the phone, running to the door, grabbing my keys on the way out. The tears hadn't come yet; it hadn't hit me yet. I knew that he wasn't gone. Landon was more careful than that. I would go to the so called scene and he would stand with his friends laughing, telling me that it had all just been some kind of sick joke.

But that was just Landon. I just wish that it had been the truth.

I arrived at the scene, unable to see anything but ambulances and cop cars. The police were searching for something, as were the medics. I knew it wasn't a sick joke then. It was true, and there was no stopping it. Landon wouldn't be at school tomorrow, and our last day too. The day he had planned a huge prank on the principal. He loved Landon, always laughing at his petty jokes on teachers.

Unconsciously, I ran to his truck, ducking under the neon yellow tape. "Ma'am! Ma'am! You can't be over here!" I heard the police call, but I paid his warning no mind. I knelt by what used to be the driver's seat, looking inside and seeing nothing but a crushed steering wheel and a cracked windshield.

"Come on." I was lifted up from my kneeling position and dragged back to my car.

"What do you think you were doing?" An officer looked sternly at me from above. I could barely see his features clearly through my tears. I didn't trust myself to speak, only shaking my head and hiding my face in my hands. I sighed, my shoulders heaving as I took in a deep breath.

The next week was so surreal. For the first time, I went to Landon's house and couldn't find any sign of the beat up ford he had driven. His mom said nothing, and his dad simply nodded as I told him different stories stemming from our friendship. I attended my first funeral with an empty casket, released doves from a basket, and packed alone for my annual trip to my grandparents'. Let's just say that it was a lot of firsts for me.

Now, even as I unpack at my grandparents', I can't hold back my tears. I may have promised, I may have vowed, swore even, that I wouldn't cry another tear over that boy, yet I stand over my suitcase, barely able to see through the tears. "Why did you leave me?" I asked him, almost silently, since he couldn't hear me.

"Are you sure? I haven't left yet?" I heard a familiar deep voice say. I whipped around, seeing Landon, who simply shrugged. "I told you I wouldn't leave you, so here I am." I examined him, noticing that he wore a new outfit, but nothing else out of his ordinary stature.

"Y-you're alive?" He looked up, sighing and shaking his head.

"Possibly. I'm not actually alive."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Try touching me." I obeyed, my hand going through him. I gasped, pulling my hand away, frightened by whatever this was.

"I'm a daydream, technically. I'm stuck here until you figure out what happened to, well, Landon."

"So you're like a ghost that's just going to haunt me?" The tears fell harder and I tried hitting the thing in front of me, only falling when I went through him.

"Not really. I mean, I come from your imagination. I guess it's just a closure thing." He laughed, looking around my room. "I've always wondered what your room looked like when you went to your grandparents'." He smiled at the ceiling, somehow making me angry.

"You never wondered. Landon did." He chuckled, smiling at me.

"I could never imagine it right. But somehow I knew you would pick a blue paint for the walls." It angered me, even if it was my imagination. Or so it claimed.

"Please just leave." I put my head in my hands, praying he would be gone when I looked up.

"Dinner!" I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the late afternoon sun's light. I sat up, coming out of the fetal position I had been in, asleep.

"Just a dream." I muttered, wishing it had really been Landon.