True Ghost Tales

I met Megan in the 10th grade. I was new to the school. I never really talked to anybody so I was pretty much considered a loner. But at that age and in that grade I needed somebody to talk to. Not only for being in school but to also hang out outside of school. I wanted to be more social with my life. One morning when I arrived for first period (I was taking choir) I noticed Megan sitting by herself. I went to sit by her and right away we started talking. I never got along with a person so well in my life. I wanted her to be my best friend.

As time went on we grew closer and closer. I was always with her and such. I became so attached because she always had this power to make me smile and laugh even when I was sorrow. She taught me how to smile. And I thank her for that. I was struggling in school and I had no choice but to go to the alternative one. I was really upset because I was leaving Megan. I mean the alternative school was in the same town but I was afraid of not being able to be with her at lunch and having the same classes. When I told her where I was going she jumped up with excitement and said “I’m going there too.” My eyes grew big and I was just as happy as she was. It was so weird because she told me that she was going to tell me that she was leaving the school to a different one also. I was ecstatic.

About a month passed and I could see a change in Megan. She always looked so depressed and when I confronted her about it she would smile and say “Nothing is wrong at all. Everything is perfectly fine.” But I knew she was lying. I wanted to help her like she did with me. She had a new boyfriend and her relationship with her mom was falling apart. And her father had died when she a little girl. I felt her pain… when she was feeling down so was i. Even though she never admitted it to me. I could just see it in her eyes.

I told Megan I wanted to help her and that I was here for her. I guess she was so overwhelmed she exploded at me and all I could do was feel confused. I tried to call her, text her, email etc. She never replied. And at school she wouldn’t even look at me. I never cried. I was just confused more than anything. I decided to give her some time and maybe she will talk to me again.

I was right. A couple weeks after all of this mess. She invited me over to her new place (she just turned 18 and was really excited). Of course I agreed. She looked so happy and I was too. She told me that her boyfriend was moving in and she was graduating soon. We had a conversation (but I never brought up that situation when she blew up on me) and talked for most of the night. She told me she was leaving soon because she was going to visit her cousin about 60 miles away from where we lived. So it was time for me to go so I gave her a hug and did a heart with my hands and said “I love you meggers. Forever and always. You’re my best friend.” She smiled and said the same thing.

Now you are all probably wondering what the point of my story is. It gets depressing and I’m tearing up as I type this.

The next morning I felt this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I felt as if my heart had dropped into my bladder and I began to cry. I thought it was hormones. So I thought nothing of it. But I received a phone call that I wish was never true. Megan had died in a car crash last night around 11. I dropped to my knees and was bawling my guts out. I never thought I would lose my best friend. She was so happy and was doing good in life. I didn’t want to believe it. But it was true. It was in the news and on Facebook. I wanted to die too.

A few weeks have passed and I was depressed more than ever. I was driving around with my other friend one night and when I looked up I saw a girl dressed in an orange sweater with jeans and black flip flops. I yelled “slow down there’s a girl in the street.” My friend looked at me with disbelief and said “no-ones there.” I looked over to my left and noticed that Megan’s apartment was right there. And it hit me… Megan was wearing an orange sweater with jeans and black flip flops the night she died. And the girl I saw was her.

The world around me was a blur. I see her all the time. I could be walking and I will see her with that outfit on just walking in front of me. I know it’s her. I remember one day I was in Wal-Mart and I saw her looking right at me. I waved at her and she smiled and ran down the isle. I ran after her but by the time I turned the corner she was gone.

I can still see her even though she’s gone. They say “would you cry that one of your loved one’s died or would you smile because they lived?” I never used to smile until I met her. So I am going to smile. But only cry because she’s not here to see it anymore. R.I.P sweetie. I love you best friend.

Sent in by Cheyenne, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com