I was driving yesterday. Nowhere in particular, just around. Almost in the middle of nowhere and I started looking around. I was the only car on the road. The sun was setting in the West, the colors were gorgeous. They reminded me of everything that had happened to me. Losing my best friend, killing my mother and father, who I blamed it on, who had my back. You would be surprised. I killed my mother and father on accident. Sort of. I put bleach in the coffee and put my brother's finger prints all over the evidence. I mean he did the laundry, it was a perfect plan. But the shocking part was that my 8th grade English teacher, Mr. Ryan Tsuwaga, had my back. And now he's my guardian. Legal guardian.
It's not that bad honestly. He never got married or had girlfriends. It was usually just us in the house. I had always thought we hadn't got along before, but this had made me think differently. He was one of the two people who knew the truth about me committing the crime. Him and my best friend. Mia. She was my rock. We grew up in almost the same house, since she spent most of her time at Ryan's. He always teased me about her. Always asking if my 'girlfriend' was coming over. I had a massive crush on her, and of course he knew.
But I could never ruin the friendship we shared. We talked to each other about everything. Girls, boys, school, home, the murder. She had a few girls she seemed interested in but there were boys too. It was mostly girls for me but, man crush Monday is once a week.
I realized later that I should've risked our friendship. After she died 7 years ago in a car crash. I was broken. I felt I had lost a part of myself. I was devastated for a few weeks. Maybe I still am. Maybe that's why it happened.
Why am I telling you this? Well, funny you should ask.
Yesterday, while I was driving, I looked in my rear-view mirror and saw her in the backseat. But that's not all. I looked behind me and she wasn't there. Furthermore, I keep seeing her in reflections and pictures she was never in. For example this morning. I woke up, put on my glasses, and walked into my bathroom. I looked in the mirror, and there she was standing next to me. I looked to my left and she wasn't there. I felt like I was going crazy, so I told Ryan.
He looked a little concerned at first but then told me that I probably didn't sleep well. Then he said I would be late to my college class if I stayed longer. He shoved me out the door saying if it kept happening I should talk to him when I get home from school.
Yet, here I am. She's standing right in front of me, blue eyes gleaming and blonde hair as long as it was before she died. She's just as beautiful as she always was.
The catch? This one isn't a reflection.