Crash

Chapter 3~ Dustin (part one)

  The house was small; simple. Kinda cozy though, like your how your grandma's house would feel.

        From what I could tell, Beth lived alone and I couldn't find any family pictures to tell me otherwise. Matter of fact, she had nothing to tell me about herself. All she did the whole day was mope around the house eating ice cream and Ramen Noodles.... killed my spirit when she went back to blaming herself while watching The Boy in The Stripped Pajamas. Not to mention she broke out crying.. no, more like bawling. It hurt me to watch her, so I  shut off the T.V which only caused her to cry harder and apologize over and over again.

        I finally gave up and left the room. Hey, a guy.. er.. ghost can only handle so much you know. I wandered her house till I some how found my way to her bed room. With a sigh, I flopped onto her bed staring at the ceiling. Why? Why, why, why?!  I glared at the ceiling, "It wasn't her fault! She didn't cause that wreck!" I tangled my hands in my hair as tears burned behind my lashes, "I was the one that caused it! I shouldn't have been texting and driving! Why give her the guilt? If anyone should be guilty, it should be me!" I sighed, "But for some reason, I can't seem to bring myself to be guilty... I mean, I'm dead."

        I laid there for a good hour or two, just staring at the ceiling, before Beth walked in sniffling.  I sighed (I seemed to do that a lot when I'm around her) and watched her as she laid her phone on the bed side table before she pulled her tee shirt over her head causing me to blush and quickly look at the ceiling. I heard the shuffle of clothing as she continued to undress and I politely evaded my eyes until I heard the door to her bathroom close.

        I slowly sat up and took in the condition of her room; clothes scattered everywhere, take out dishes and ice cream cartons laid on the floor, spoons and chop sticks sticking out of them. I groaned and rubbed my face before mustering up as much energy as I could before getting off the bed and picking up all her clothes and going in search for her washer.

        If you thought it was hard to wash clothes as a kid, try doing it as a spirit.. not fun. Either way though, I got the clothes started and made my way back to her room where I continued to clean, picking up the trash and forks. Little by little the room became cleaner. Beth's bathroom door opened just as I picked up the last take out box.

        Her eyes widened as a gasp escaped her. Hell, I'd react the same way if I saw a white take out box and chop sticks floating in the air. I stared at her as they fell from my hand. I frowned and looked down at them before everything went black.

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         When I came to, Beth was in bed, the lights were off and the only sound was her steady breathing. I looked around groggily, "What the hell happened?" At the sound of my voice, Beth stirred. I froze. Can she hear me? I thought as I watched her slowly settle again.

        I bit my lip and moved closer before whispering, "It wasn't your fault."

        Beth frowned so I continued, "Look up statistics on texting and driving..."

        She mumbled something and I smiled. Maybe I could talk to her after all.