Crash

Chapter 2 ~ Dustin

My heart hammer against my ribs as I watched the girl pull the pill bottle from her pocket. What is she doing? I thought as she opened the lid.

        I came forward when she started talking to my memorial. So this was the girl I got in the wreck with. The girl that lived. The girl that I helped live and..

        "NO!" I yelled when she put a handful of pills in her mouth. I surged forward and pounded my hand against her back causing the pills to popped back up.

        I frowned, counting the ones on the ground. Didn't she take more? I thought as I watched her count them as well. My question was answered when a small smile formed on her pale face.

        Anger surged in me, "I said NO!" I rammed my fingers into the back of her throat, causing her to gag and loose the rest of the pill.

        I was pissed beyond belief. I had done every thing in my power to keep this girl alive and here she was trying to kill herself! I narrowed my eyes and grid my teeth together as the girl bent over and coughed up the remainder of her stomach, "Serves you right!" I growled. I didn't really care about how loud I spoke because no one ever heard me. At least they usually don't.

        I gasped, stepping back when the girl froze and looked around. I will admit, I had a Jack Frost moment, "Can you.. Can you hear me?!"

        The girl stood wiping her face, cleaning it of tears, snot and ,well, you know the rest of the "stuff" off her face.

        "Great Beth! Now you're gong crazy!" Beth, as she called herself, swung her cane around only to stumble slightly.

        I reached out in time to keep her from falling. I really should stop touching her, every time I do, it takes more and more energy

        "STOP TOUCHING ME!!"

        I frowned as my hand was swatted away and Beth hobbled down the road away from me.

       As I watched Beth walk away, I felt myself pulled towards her. I wanted to protect her, to watch after her, to be with her.

        That was when I felt it, the Release. No, it's not what you think. I don't mean something... sexual. I mean something spiritual. Everyone who knows about spirits should know that the ghost, or spirit, or whatever you want to call us; is connected to a person, place or thing. When that connection is broken, it's know as The Release. Since the wreck, I had been connected to the road that I died on, never to leave due to the sudden and gruesome death but now..

        It felt like I been super-glued to the road and  someone had finally  poured rubbing alcohol over my feet and set me free. Well free enough. I realized why I wasn't connected to the road anymore as i watched Beth walk away. The farther she got, the weaker I felt.

        I groaned, "Why her?" I looked to the sky, "This is why I can't pass on? Because of her? I wont always have the energy to save her and I don't want to be stuck to her when she succeeds."

        I heard a whimper and looked up to see Beth drop to her knees at the edge of the road next to a battered truck. I muttered a curse before dashing to her, stopping at the hood of the truck when she let out a broken sob. It was the saddest, most depressing, heart retching sound that I had ever heard and I wanted nothing more then to pull her into my arms and tell her everything would be okay.

        As I slowly moved closer, I noticed that she held something in her hand. I frowned and knelt in front of her, gently poking at her fingers causing her to loosen her grip enough for the object to fall out of her small hand.

        My breath breath hitched as my phone tumbled from her grasp, "How did..?" I looked from the phone to Beth who had her face buried in her hands.

        A growl formed in my throat as I stood and kicked the I phone into the near by trees, causing Beth to cry out in fear and scoot away from me. I sighed, "Shit, I'm-"

        "I'm sorry. So Sorry! Your mad at me for killing you. That's also why you wouldn't let me take the pills. You want me to suffer, right?"

        My heart hammered in my chest well... my ghost one at least, "Would you stop that! It's not your fault!" When she didn't react, I fell to my knees beside her and brushed a strand of silky chestnut hair behind her ear, "How is it you could hear me earlier but not now?"

        Beth itched the spot on her cheek where my hand had grazed her before grabbing her cane and slowly standing. She let out a small hiccup before opening the truck door and getting in. I closed my eyes and willed myself into the passenger seat as she drove off the dirt road and onto the main one, heading to her house.