about the voice earlier, but quite
sure she would think I was crazy. I took a deep breath. “Bryn?” I asked hesitantly.
She swallowed quickly, “What is it?”
“I know that I’ve probably asked you this a million times,
but do you have any proof that Nick caused the accident?” I said quietly in
case anyone was listening to our conversation.
“How many times do I have to tell you that yes, I have proof.
You shouldn’t have to ask me over and over again. Ryan’s dead, isn’t he? That
should be proof enough for you,” she said.
I groaned. “I don’t need your sarcasm right now. I just want
to know if we’re going to look like idiots when we go to the police.”
“Why do we have to do that?” she asked quietly. I chuckled.
“They believe that Ryan’s death was just an accident. But it
all feels too weird to me, and I can’t sit on my butt not knowing the truth
about what happened. Did you really expect me to find out that Nick killed Ryan
and not do anything about it? I couldn’t do that to Ryan, he was my best
friend.”
“Well, actually I don’t think I really thought about it at
all. When Derrick told me that Nick had cut the brakes on Ryan’s car so that he
would get into an accident I was in shock. I didn’t get why he would do
something so mean to his best friend. I really wanted to run and tell you as
soon as I found out, but Derrick told me that if I did that it would just make
everything worse and he wasn’t sure what Nick would do, so I just kept quiet.
I’m sorry.”
“I just wish someone would have told me. I don’t like
keeping secrets from each other,” I said.
“I don’t, either,” Bryn agreed.
“I do have something to tell you, but first I want you to
promise that you aren’t going to tell me that I’m crazy.”
“I promise,” she said.
“Okay, so on the way here I had something weird happen to
me.” I paused, “see I was driving down the freeway and all off a sudden I
glanced at the speedometer and it was moving on its own, like someone else was
doing it for me.” I glanced over at her. She looked pensive, as if she was
actually debating what I said.
“It’s Ryan,” she said plainly.
I cocked my head, “What did you say?” My voice shook.
“It’s Ryan,” she repeated. “He’s trying to send you a
message that he still loves you and he’s all right now.”I did not know that she
believed in the supernatural. I took another bite of pretzel.
“And here I thought that I would have to convince you what I
said was real.” I took a sip of my drink, coughing a little as pretzel got
stuck in my throat.
“No. I believe that when a person dies they stick around in
the living world until it seems that it’s all right to cross over to the other
side. Ryan can tell that you still need his help and he’s here for you.”
I shivered, as I heard Bryn’s words it felt like it was Ryan
talking. I couldn’t quite explain it, so I shook it off.
“I’m not sure if I believe it, though. Can we just get going
already? You said that you knew of a store to get supplies.”
Bryn brushed away the leftover crumbs, gathered up her trash,
and threw it away. I took my drink off the table and stood there waiting.
“Yeah, I do. Let’s go!” Bryn said excitedly, pulling me
away.
“Let me catch up.” I rubbed my arm to put feeling back into
it.
“Here it is.” She stopped in front of a store that I had
never seen before. It was called, Getting Caught and had every single
piece of surveillance equipment that you could imagine. She walked up to the
front counter and started talking to the clerk. I walked away looking at things.
I had no idea where to start. Bryn walked over a few minutes later with a bag
in her hand.
“I’ve got everything we’ll need to do this,” she said
proudly. My face fell, I was disappointed, I had wanted to wander around the
store and help pick stuff out.
“Bryn,” I spattered, “I thought that we were going to do
this
sure she would think I was crazy. I took a deep breath. “Bryn?” I asked hesitantly.
She swallowed quickly, “What is it?”
“I know that I’ve probably asked you this a million times,
but do you have any proof that Nick caused the accident?” I said quietly in
case anyone was listening to our conversation.
“How many times do I have to tell you that yes, I have proof.
You shouldn’t have to ask me over and over again. Ryan’s dead, isn’t he? That
should be proof enough for you,” she said.
I groaned. “I don’t need your sarcasm right now. I just want
to know if we’re going to look like idiots when we go to the police.”
“Why do we have to do that?” she asked quietly. I chuckled.
“They believe that Ryan’s death was just an accident. But it
all feels too weird to me, and I can’t sit on my butt not knowing the truth
about what happened. Did you really expect me to find out that Nick killed Ryan
and not do anything about it? I couldn’t do that to Ryan, he was my best
friend.”
“Well, actually I don’t think I really thought about it at
all. When Derrick told me that Nick had cut the brakes on Ryan’s car so that he
would get into an accident I was in shock. I didn’t get why he would do
something so mean to his best friend. I really wanted to run and tell you as
soon as I found out, but Derrick told me that if I did that it would just make
everything worse and he wasn’t sure what Nick would do, so I just kept quiet.
I’m sorry.”
“I just wish someone would have told me. I don’t like
keeping secrets from each other,” I said.
“I don’t, either,” Bryn agreed.
“I do have something to tell you, but first I want you to
promise that you aren’t going to tell me that I’m crazy.”
“I promise,” she said.
“Okay, so on the way here I had something weird happen to
me.” I paused, “see I was driving down the freeway and all off a sudden I
glanced at the speedometer and it was moving on its own, like someone else was
doing it for me.” I glanced over at her. She looked pensive, as if she was
actually debating what I said.
“It’s Ryan,” she said plainly.
I cocked my head, “What did you say?” My voice shook.
“It’s Ryan,” she repeated. “He’s trying to send you a
message that he still loves you and he’s all right now.”I did not know that she
believed in the supernatural. I took another bite of pretzel.
“And here I thought that I would have to convince you what I
said was real.” I took a sip of my drink, coughing a little as pretzel got
stuck in my throat.
“No. I believe that when a person dies they stick around in
the living world until it seems that it’s all right to cross over to the other
side. Ryan can tell that you still need his help and he’s here for you.”
I shivered, as I heard Bryn’s words it felt like it was Ryan
talking. I couldn’t quite explain it, so I shook it off.
“I’m not sure if I believe it, though. Can we just get going
already? You said that you knew of a store to get supplies.”
Bryn brushed away the leftover crumbs, gathered up her trash,
and threw it away. I took my drink off the table and stood there waiting.
“Yeah, I do. Let’s go!” Bryn said excitedly, pulling me
away.
“Let me catch up.” I rubbed my arm to put feeling back into
it.
“Here it is.” She stopped in front of a store that I had
never seen before. It was called, Getting Caught and had every single
piece of surveillance equipment that you could imagine. She walked up to the
front counter and started talking to the clerk. I walked away looking at things.
I had no idea where to start. Bryn walked over a few minutes later with a bag
in her hand.
“I’ve got everything we’ll need to do this,” she said
proudly. My face fell, I was disappointed, I had wanted to wander around the
store and help pick stuff out.
“Bryn,” I spattered, “I thought that we were going to do
this
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