Destroyed

Ten

"So what did you want to tell me?" Ryan asked. We were now sitting in our seats in AP English. I thought that it would be a good idea to tell Ryan about my dream, but now I'm second-guessing myself.

What if he thought I was crazy? Or what if he thought that it was just a dream and didn't mean anything? Or what if I was just being nervous over nothing.

I mean, Ryan is my best friend right? I should be able to trust him with this situation...right? But then again, he didn't trust me with his secret.

I could tell that he knew exactly what I was thinking because he said:

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you my secret. I didnt think you were ready to find out. I promise that I won't keep anymore secrets."

Wow. That was one of the only good apologies I have ever gotten from Ryan. Whether it was genuine or not is the question.

I mean, how can this be genuine? There has to be more to this. He can't just pop up and say he was a seer and not have any backstory or reasoning.

"Ryan?"

"Hmmm?"

"Please don't lie to me. I know that there has to be other secrets. You can't just be a seer and not have a reason for it." I knew that my questioning was bothering him because he was turning pale. His face was going white. But you know what I did? I continued.

"Ryan, what else is going on? Why are you here?"

"Promise?"

"Yeah?"

"You already know."

The only words I had in my head were:

What the fuck???