Okay. Updation time. Hope you like it. I have no idea how it is and I'll reread it later. After I'm off my meds. I swear, the biggest effect they have is making me feel crazy. That, and I can't really remember what I do for about two hours after I take them. I can do stuff to people then say I have no idea what theyre talking about. Anyhoot, here it is, and I hope the girl doesn't seem too bipolar. Or anything. Not yet anyways. "Hi!" she repeated, as if he hadn't heard her. And honestly? He hadn't. He couldn't get past the whole OMJ-SHE-CAN-ACTUALLY-SEE-ME-I'M-SECRETLY-SCREAMING-IN-MY-HEAD part. She can really see me! he thought. This is Unbelievable! It's like a dream come true!! But... He looked closely at her. That hair...it was familiar. She reminded him of someone. It was...it was...it was her. The girl from the accident. "...Hi?" she repeated when he didn't respond. He just continued staring at her, lost in thought. "Hello? Hellllooooo? Are you okay? Can you speak? Do you need medical attention? I know the number for an ambulance. I can call them for you, no trouble." At that, I barked out a short laugh. The medics couldn't help me. Hell, they couldn't even SEE me. "Okay," she said, looking worried. "Obviously you need help. I'll call an ambulance," continuing, she reached for her phone, lifting her arm as if she was reaching into her purse. "Do you need me to call anyone else? Your parents, your wif--Hey! Where's my purse?!" "My wife? Are you serious? My wife?" Jake began hooting with laughter. "My WIFE? I'm not old enough to have a wife! A wife." He couldn't control his laughter. He now knew what it meant to literally roll on the floor (the ground, really) laughing. "That's hilar--Oomph!" "You creep! Where's my purse?!" She kicked him in the stomach again. "WHERE is my PURSE?! Give it back NOW!!" He moaned, wondering why he had used his breath laughing. Gasping, he attempted to catch his breath, but couldn't. "Why...why...why-y did you...kick...me?" "Give. Me. Back. My. PURSE!" she punctuated the last word with a stomp of her foot. "I need my purse! I knew I shouldn't have stopped to talk to you! I ALWAYS seem to find the CREEPERS to talk to!! Now give me back my purse!!" Wow. He made a mental note to never take a woman's purse. If this was the reaction of a teenager...wait. She was a teenager, right? She looked like one. "How old are you?" he asked, with less of a breathy tone. He could breathe again! ...Sorta. "Why does that even matter? It doesn't! You stole my purse; why would I tell you how old I am?!" she was panicking, almost hyperventilating. Her purse must be important. "I don't have your purse! I didn't take it!" Not wanting to get kicked again (and he couldn't kick her back. She was a girl. A GIRL. He refused to hit a girl. No matter how badly she made him want to cry.), he slowly stood up, holding his stomach. "I didn't. I swear." "Then WHERE is it?!" she looked like she was about to break down crying. He was confident, but Jake wasn't sure he could handle a hysterical female. "It's in the car over there! Okay? Problem solved, your purse has been located." he told her, thinking he was avoiding a problem. She would find her purse and be happy. "Uh-huh. Whatever you say. But...," the girl went to find her purse. She turned and walked back to the car, slowly and untrustingly, until she looked, really looked, at it. She saw the telephone pole sitting on the roof of the car, saw how the roof was crushed. She saw the place the pole had been standing, and she saw blood seeping out of the passenger door, and she stepped closer. Oh shit, Jake thought. He just realized what he had done. He rushed over to her, to try to keep her from seeing inside the car, but he was too late. The girl peered in the passenger window and saw herself, just as he had: her crushed body, the many cuts on her body, blood pouring from her and pooling on the floor--much slower now than it was before, more of a trickle. She saw herself bent and broken, and stopped. A bloodcurdling, inhuman scream came from her throat. She screamed, but Jake couldn't move. He tried, but it was like his feet were glued to the ground. Watching, he saw her scream, the sound causing her to tremble, then fall to the ground, sobs wracking her body. And, when she fell, when she stopped screaming, he could finally move again. He sprinted over to her, and saw that she had stopped crying. She wasn't moving at all, just making small, pathetic whimpering noises and mumbling to herself. But he didn't know how to deal with her. So he sat down beside her and waited for her coherency to return.
...I almost don't know why I bothered dev. Lol I know you didn't mean it. I'll get it updated eventually