Why Only He Sees(Jason McCann Love Story)

Theories

"Well, I do have a few theories. This morning something really weird happened to me. To say it bluntly, no one except you can see me-"

"Wait, what do you mean no one can see you?" Jason interrupted.

"You saw the policemen a minute ago. They acted like I wasn't there, like I didn't exist. That's because they couldn't see. To them I didn't exist." Andy explained patiently.

"Ok, so what are your theories?" Jason said, a confused look on his face.

"All my theories are a bit crazy, but it's all I have right now. My first one is that I am ghost, although that doesn't seem very likely to me. I'm positive that if I were a ghost I would know. I have no memory of what happened right before I was put in this position. My second one is a little ridiculous. I sort of got it from a movie, but it's just as possible as me being a ghost." She said abashed.

"What is it?" Jason asked.

"That I'm in a coma, and having an out of body experience. I know it sounds a bit stupid, but I would much prefer that then being dead. I'm pretty sure anyone would." She explained matter of factly.

"Are those all the theories you have?" He asked, still sounding confused.

"I have one more, but it's even more far fetched then the others and I'm probably going to sound crazy just saying it." She explained.

"So, wait, we have a theory that's crazy, ridiculous, and far fetched. Why don't you just say you don't have a clue what's going on?" Jason exclaimed in frustration.

"Fine if you have any better ideas please share." She invited with her hand out. He stayed silent.

"Exactly, so please let me continue. My third theory is that something paranormal is going on. Oh wait, paranormal has everything to do with ghosts, and I already said that…supernatural, that's the word! Something supernatural might be going on." She said finally.

Jason looked at her like she was insane. She gave him a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, I was thinking out loud." She apologized.

"It's fine. So, are those all the theories you have?" He questioned.

"At the moment, yes. Although there are other things I noticed about my… condition. One of the reasons I guessed I am a ghost is because I can sometimes walk through solid objects," to demonstrate she quickly waved her arm through the bars in front of her, Jason's eyes widened. "But I can't always. It seems as though I can only faze, for lack of a better word, when it won't impact other peoples lives too much. For instance, before I came here, when I was first put in this position, I tried to open a door and my hand went right through the handle, but when I tried to walk through the door I just hit it. It hurt too." She said smiling and holding her nose. Without even realizing it Jason smiled also. "And when I entered this building I ran through the door. I think if I had hit the other door while running people would have noticed it more and gone to see what caused the noise. When I walk into something it is much quieter, and people tend notice it less." She told him. She wasn't completely sure it was true, but for some reason she felt like telling Jason anyway.

"This is too weird." Jason groaned burying his face in his hands.

"You think it's weird for you? At least people can see you." Andy said, eyebrows raised.

Jason looked up and glared.

"I would rather people not see me at the moment. If you haven't noticed I'm in a cell!" He exclaimed angrily

"And whose fault is that?" She asked calmly.

"The police's for catching me." He said in a 'duh' tone of voice.

"No it's you're fault, for doing whatever you did. Don't blame the police. They were just doing their job." She replied.

Jason stood up and started pacing the length of the cell. He didn't meet her eyes.

"I told you about my position, so what's yours? What did you do to get put in here?" she inquired. She knew that now wasn't necessarily the best time to ask, but her curiosity got the best of her.

He sighed and collapsed on the bed inside the cell. Instead of looking at her he looked at the ceiling.

"I did a lot of things." He said finally. His eyes hardened. " And I don't regret any of it. They deserve what they got."

She knew he was getting wound up again, so she decided to lighten the mood a little.

She glared playfully at him.

"That's not answering my question." She said.

He glanced at her and she smiled softly.

"You know I won't judge you because of what you have done. I don't know you well enough to yet." She persisted.

She knew he had to have done something pretty bad to be put in here, but she still wanted to get to know him. Not just because he was currently the only person that could see and talk to her, but she hoped she could see him some how.

He looked her in the eyes again and opened his mouth to speak, but just then the door to the front room banged open and the same two policemen from before came in.

"I suggest you act like I'm not here. You don't want to get thrown into the loony bin." She warned him quickly.

He nodded and looked out the bars above her head, heading her warning.

She stood up and got out of the policemen's way. She didn't want to give Jason a reason to stare at her, and having a policemen walk through her wouldn't help the matter much.

One of them took out some keys and unlocked the cell, and the other went in and grabbed Jason's arm, pulling him out.

The policemen who handcuffed me before entered my cell and grabbed my arm. I opened my mouth to demand them to tell me what they were doing, but a look from Andy shut me up.

I would know soon enough anyway.

They lead me out into the front room, which was now considerably emptier, and into a separate room off the side. It had only a mirror in it and a table with a single chair. In other words, it was an interrogation room. I was shoved inside. I noticed that Andy was nowhere in site. She probably stayed away to make this slightly easier and less distracting for me.

"A CSI worker will be here to speak with you temporarily." Was all the policemen said before the door was slammed shut.

I was left alone. I turned around and tiredly sat down on the uncomfortable metal chair, cradling my head in my hands. This was all too much.

First it was getting caught and imprisoned, and now there was a girl that only I could see waiting for me to return to my cell.

Really I didn't mind Andy; in fact she was probably the nicest person I had ever met, although I didn't know her that well. I felt I knew her well enough though. She seemed really bubbly and kind. I just couldn't let anyone get close to me, even if there was a possibility she was dead. If anything that made it worse. I didn't want to make friends with a person who could possibly disappear the next day. Plus in all honesty I had abandonment issues. I would never say it out loud, but it was true. My parents left me, Ralf left me, and Alex left me. As of now I had no one, and I didn't want anyone. They would just leave me eventually, or I would have to leave them. I knew it wasn't Ralf's fault he had to leave, but he still left nonetheless. I wouldn't, couldn't, let Andy get close to me. I didn't want to hurt her, and I didn't want to give her a chance to hurt me.

I was interrupted from my thoughts when the door opened once again. I looked up and felt anger boil my blood. Stokes was here to interrogate me. This wouldn't end well.