Don't You See It

       "Nobody understands what's in here!" Kevin yelled, pressing the gun against his temple.
       "Kevin, put the gun down," I said; I was horrified.
       "Nobody understands.  Nobody else sees them!  I can't take this anymore, I feel like I'm going insane!"
       "Kevin, don't-" the gun sounded and Kevin fell to the floor.
       I had just watched my best friend commit suicide.  It was a life changing experience, I'd never seen anyone die before.  Well, sure I'd seen it in movies, but not in real life.
       It all started at the beginning of senior year.  Kevin came back from his family vacation in the Bahamas.  He was acting strange from the moment he arrived home.  Staring, looking scared.  It wasn't like him at all; he'd always been overconfident.  His mom even called she was so concerned.
       "Roger, do you have any idea what's wrong with Kevin?" I guess she figured if anyone would know it'd be me; Kevin and I had been friends forever.
       "No, I have no idea."
       She sighed, "It all started during our vacation.  He started acting paranoid.  He'd have outbursts in the middle of the night.  I thought having him back home where he could be with his friends would help.  But we'd been home two days and he dumped Angela."
       Believe me, I knew he had dumped Angela.  She had been a wreck.  Called me, cried, had me on the phone for an hour and forty minutes talking about how she still loved him and didn't understand why he'd left her.
       At first I just thought she was in denial, but when I asked Kevin about it, all I got was an awkward silence.  Which was strange, Kevin had always been outspoken too.
       Hanging out with him wasn't the same either;  we never talked about anything.  I'd try, but he'd never respond or his answers made no sense.  Once, I asked him how the Bahamas was and I got a frightened, yet stern glare.  I didn't ask again.
       Then his grades started dropping.  He'd always been a C student, but his grades all went to D's and F's.  He never focused in class.  Just stared out the window.  And what scared me was that he didn't look like he was zoning out; he looked like he was looking at something.
       In early October he approached me, something that hadn't happened in a long time.  He shoved one hand into his jeans' pocket and pointed across the street with the other, "Tell me what you see over there."
       I looked.  I saw a tree, a yellow house, and two teenage girls, probably fourteen or thirteen.
       "A house, a tree, and two girls.  Why?"
       He set his jaw and his eyes came ablaze.  He shoved his other hand into his jeans' pocket and said through gritted teeth, "It's nothing."
       I was really beginning to miss best friend; the Kevin I had gron up with.
       Christmas didn't bring much joy.  Kevin didn't get me anything; not that I cared.  It was more upsetting that he couldn't afford anything because he had quit his job.  And he hadn't even tried looking for a new one.
       My New Year's Resolution wasn't really a resolution.  It was more of a wish.  I wished it would all stop.  That Kevin would stop acting so strange.
       Then, in March, I went over to his house; something I hadn't done in a long time.  And I found him holding his dad's pistol.  Well, you know the rest.
       I went into his room after the funeral.  It was a mess; strange for neat-freak Kevin.  I was going through his desk and then I found them; the drawings.
       They looked like people and animals, but there was something wrong with them.  They didn't look like anything I'd ever seen before.  But they were too real looking to have been imagined, every detail was drawn with close scrutiny and they were shaded perfectly.
       I looked back at his desk.  I saw his diary.  It was locked, but it seemed Kevin's common sense had also been lost before his death; the key was sitting right next to it.  I put the key in and twisted it.  I opened it.  I saw Kevin's perfect handwriting.  The first entry was from January of Junior year, really dumb stuff like 'I love Angela' and 'chem test was dumb'.
       I flipped through the pages, trying to find a later date.  I stopped abruptly at July 26th.  The handwriting had suddenly gotten sloppier.  I began reading.
       "I saw the strangest thing last night; natives, singing and dancing around an idol of some sort.  But it was different than most; its face was... oddly familiar, yet like nothing I've ever seen.  On the hike back to my hut, I swear something was following me.  I only caught a glimpse of it, but I do know it had long white hair."
       July 27th: "They must've been burning some strange crap on that fire.  I'm hallucinating; seeing things that aren't really there.  Crazy."
       August 1st: "haven't really felt like writing... no one else seems to be able to see them... I just wanna go home and gt away from this creepy island."
       August 20th: "They didn't stay on the island they're here too; they're everywhere.  I even saw them out the window when we were on the plane."
       October 31st: "I can't really put into words what I've seen... the one I can describe the best is the first one I saw.  It appears to be a female, with long white flowing hair.  It doesn't where clothes; its body is like a flowing white gown.  But her face... that's where I can give no description."
       December 24th: "I couldn't care less about christmas."
       March 3rd: "I can't take this anymore.  I feel like I'm going crazy.  Good bye everyone.  Mayeb I'll finally get away from them..."
       I closed the diary and that's when I saw it.  It looked like a young woman, floating just outside Kevin's second-floor bedroom window.  It was just as he'd described it; flowing white hair, body like a gown.  But the face... it was both horrifying and beautiful.  The eyes were a pale, almost metallic blue.  Her skin was white, with only a slight tint of baby blue.  The rest of her face was truly indescribeable.
       I swear, I thought I was hallucinating.  I rubbed my eyes and blinked several times.  But she was still there staring at me.  I slowly walked out of Kevin's room, trying not to think about the holes I could feel her eyes burning in my back.
       I began driving home.  Then, a big black dog ran out in front of me.  I hit the brakes and was rear-ended by the car behind me, running me into the dog.  But it didn't feel like I'd hit anything, even though it fell to the ground.  I jumped out of my car.  It wasn't a dog... it had huge jaws and perfectly round green eyes.  Its paws had an abnormal amount of toes and it looked like a rott weiler on steroids.
       "What the hell man!?" the guy who had hit was out of his car.
       "I was trying not to hit that dog," I said, pointing at the thing.
       "Dog!  What dog!?  There's nothing there!"
       A chill ran down my spine, "Don't you see it... it's right there," I pointed again.
       "What're you talking about?" the angry man now looked concerned.
       I froze and I could hear Kevin's voice in my head, 'Nobody understands.  Nobody else sees them!'
       I stood there a moment longer, looking at the thing only I could see, then I hurriedly got into my car and rushed home.
       I couldn't sleep that night.  She was standing outside the window, staring at me.  I finally got up the nerve by three A.M. To say something to it.
       "What are you?"
       She just stared at me.
       "Are you what Kevin saw?"
       She tilted her head to one side.
       I rolled over, frustrated.  Now I knew how Kevin felt.  And considering he had always been in full control of everything in his life, it must have been much worse.
       I awoke to find her still at my window, the same piercing gaze on her face.  It was really quite disturbing, it seemed she was watching me all the time.  Nothing was sacred anymore.
       "Roger!" my mom yelled at me as I emerged from my room, "What in the world did you do to your car!?"
       "I tried to avoid hitting a dog," I had to force out the word 'dog', "and someone hit me."
       She rolled her eyes.  I ignored her, I had much stranger things on my mind than the dent in my bumper.
       It was when I went to take a shower that I think I lost it.  She was still watching me and I couldn't take it anymore.  I remembered yesterday, with the car.  I couldn't feel it, but the dog-thing had been killed when I hit it.  She had to go.
       I got behind the wheel of my car and shifted into reverse.  She barely dodged the car, then glided down the street, eyes still glued on me.
       I followed her, going much faster than I knew I should.  I was gaining on her when I hit something, something other people could see, because there was screaming and I felt it.
       I looked out my window and saw blood spreading around my front tire.  I froze for a moment, then scrambled out of the car.  I had hit someone and by the looks of things, they were dead.
       The emergency responders arrived at the scene and I was arrested for man slaughter and speeding.  And as I looked out the window of the police car, I saw her, smiling this time.
       And now, sitting in this cell, I still am not sure what I or Kevin saw.  All I know is that it was not meant to be seen by human eyes.  And now, locked in this cell, she stares at me, every moment of every day.  A mocking smile on her face.~

Author's Note

very strange :]