She's been talking to me. Not out loud but in my mind Brooke has been talking to me. Going on and on too. The first time I was in the bathroom and I felt her wanting to say something. She hadn't yet, but I could feel it. You ever feel like that?
B: You scared of me?
Me: No I'm not scared.
B: That's what you wrote. You wrote that you were scared of my ghost.
Me: I'm not scared scared. I mean, I don't want to see you or hear you out loud or really dream about you or anything like that. And when I don't want to hear you in my head then I want you to go away.
B: So those are the rules?
Me: For now yes. And I don't want to feel you. And if I feel like you're driving me crazy then you gotta go away forever.
B: Tell my story ok?
Me: How did you die?
B: Not now.
Me: That's your story though. How you died? Where are you? Are you stuck here? Did you see a light and just didn't go into it because you have to find out how you died and you found out and now you want me to tell people how you died?
B: That's not it. I won't work like that.
Me: We're not working. You paying me for this? How did you find out about me anyway? Why me?
B: You write about dead children a lot, why?
Me: How did you know about that?
B: I know a lot of things. I don't know how I know them. This world is different. It doesn't have to be that much different but it is.
Me: What do you mean "it doesn't have to be that much different?"
B: Well, now when I need something I know that if I really need it then it will show up and it does everytime. It's like, remember in The Matrix when the lady needed to know how to ride a motocycle and then it all came to her. Or was it the man riding the bike? But you know what I mean right? Well, it's like that.
You can do that too. You don't know it. But you can.
Me: How do you know about The Martix? You died in the eigth grade.
B: I told you. I know a lot of things.
Me: Are you going to tell me how you died?
B: Stop saying died.
Me: I don't know why I keep saying that. I don't usually. Usually I say passed away or something like that.
B: I haven't passed anywhere. I'm right here.
Me: Yeah but you different. You know that.
B: I know you have to get ready but I got it, you don't want to see me, feel me, hear me out loud.
Me: And don't drive me crazy.
B: And don't drive you crazy. And you'll tell my story. I have my own pace. Don't drive me crazy.
Me: And don't drive you crazy.