The mentally brave ( Editing)

"I can't believe you're going to meet him" Natalie say in a dreamy voice.

"Just for this one time, he said I owe him" I take off my top, getting ready for a quick shower before I go to see what Harry is on about.

"You owe him? More like he owes you after you saved his life"

"He might not see it like that" I point out to her "He might see it as the rest of the people round here"

I had about a few days of being the hero, when questions from the by lookers started surfacing. At first it was how did I manage to get the boy out from under the car.

Then it was how come I went for the boy who was clearly still alive. I should have gone for the little girl that was hit first. The one question they should have all asked had never been said- No one questioned how come I was the only one to run into the street to help. They all just stood there looking.

My answer was a weak one, that Harry was closer. What could I have said? That I knew she was dead already? Since I couldn't hear her thoughts screaming in pain?

The people got me questioning myself at one point and I remember bringing it up at one of my midnight talks with Natalie. Maybe they were right? Maybe I should have tried saving Harry's little sister. Maybe she wasn't dead after all? I can't hear his thoughts, so maybe it's a genetic thing. Maybe I couldn't hear hers as well.

Natalie was the one who came up with the idea to try and read his mum. But when I met Anna at the store on the corner of the street, I could hear every single thought that ran through her mind the moment she laid her eyes on me. Her thoughts jumbled up making it difficult for me to understand but one. Her gratitude. That is when I knew I didn't care what they all thought and said. The mother of the little girl didn't see me as the killer like all the others, but she saw me as the savior, the person who managed to keep at least one of her children alive. If that was enough for her, then it was enough for me too.

I was supposed to meet Harry at the cemetery. East entrance row 43 plot 3. But I already knew where that is and how to get there since I've been there before.
He is already waiting for me. He has a woolly hat on, even though today was a relatively a hot day.

"Didn't think you'll show" He wasn't looking at me but at the tombstone.
I stand by his side, though I'm not looking at the same thing he is. I already know what is written on his sister's stone, so I'm watching his profile.
The reason that I got so fascinated by this boy isn't for his good looks, however it doesn't hurt. He shifts his eyes to mine. He has no smile decorating his features tonight. He looks me up and down and only then starts talking again "You've changed"

"That happens you know.. After three years.. So did you"

"You mean i'm not attached to a wheel chair" he gives me a half smile making his dimple pop.

"You can look at it like that if you want" I shuffle my feet not really sure why I'm here.

As long as I can remember I wanted to stand alone with the boy in front of me, and now that it finally happens I just want to run the other way.

"Are you afraid of me?" He asks mistaking my step back for fear.

"No" I collect myself to my full height, but he is still a good foot taller than me.

"You might be the only one" He takes a step closer

"Why is that?" I stand my ground to prove I cannot be frightened so easily.

"Because" His jaw is set, as if he is keeping something from me.

"Hasn't your mum taught you that 'because' is not an answer?" I fold my hands, since I can't seem to find something better to do with them.

"Why did you leave?" He answers me with a question of his own.

I am searching his face trying to find a trace of something, anything that can help me understand what is going through his head.

"You look disappointed" his expression curious.

"You're unreadable to me" If he only knew how true this was.

"Wouldn't that make this a treat for you" He flashes a white grin. That last comment made my blood turn to ice. He can't surly know can he?

"Harry, why am I here?" I cut to the chase wanting to get this little reunion over with.

"First, I never really thanked you for saving my life" He half tilts his head.

"It was what anyone would have done" I wave him off

"You would think that, but no one did but you, they just stood there watching"

"You've noticed?" I am shocked. He may be the only one other than me who noticed that part.

"I have. They all gave you grief for not helping my sister, and blaming you for her death, but none of them moved a toe to help, so if her blood is on your hands, it's on theirs too"

"Let it all out love, I can tell you've been holding it all inside" I didn't mean to sound as if I'm mocking him, but I guess I did.

"Don't tell me you don't agree with what I just said" He raises his brows.

"I do, don't get me wrong, it's just.. I'm used to them pointing and staring, I'm the town weirdo. And this thing happened three years ago. I just put the whole thing behind me"

"It wasn't that easy for me" He gave me a pained look.

I wish I could tell him how hard it was for me. She might have not been my sister, but I would have died if anything happened to Natalie. I would have told him that the silent is worse than the screaming and crying, but even without being able to read minds he already knows that, his home turning quiet with the absence of his sister.

"I know" I start to reach out for his hand but then change my mind.

"You left.. So how would you know?" He challenges me.

"You're right, I don't, but that has nothing to do with the fact I left, we weren’t friends- ever, so why does it even matter to you that I upped and gone?"

"I wish we were friends" He whispers

"What did you say?"

"That I wish we were… Friends.. Back then" He looks into my eyes. I shake my head and turn my back to him so I don't drown in his green orbs.

"Why would you ever want to be my friend? You don't even know me. We are just to people who grew up in the same town, and ended up at the same school-"

"And one just ended up saving the other by picking a car off of him with the flick of her hand" He cuts in.

I am frozen in place too scared to move. He does know. "I did not do such a thing" I say tensed, back still to him.

"That's why you can't look me in the eye?" He asks

"You were delusional, you weren't seeing straight" I finally have the courage to face him.

"Please Lizzie, I know what I saw, don't lie to me, I need to know what happen that day help me fill in the blank" He takes hold of my hand and pulls me closer to him.

"I can't help you, I don't know myself what really happened there.. I'm sorry" I see the hurt in his eyes, the diamonds that haunt him. My heart breaks for this boy I want to know so badly but am scared to let get close to me.

"Can you please tell me what you remember?" He begs me.

Three years ago I was walking back from school listening to music through my ear buds to block people's thoughts out. But when I took the turn, the same turn I saw Harry at earlier today I could hear screaming and alarm louder then usual. I picked up my eyes from the pavement and looked for the source of noise. I didn't notice what was going on at first, since I was so used of relying on my glitch that I don't bother with my eyes. When I finally found the source, I understood how come it took me longer than always to catch on. Harry was involved, and wherever he is I miss pieces.

"When I turned the street that was when the car crashed. You were screaming in pain, so I ran to you, only then I realized it was a second crash" I say as we walk together out of the cemetery.

"I saw Amy fly onto that car. I didn't stop to think or look before I launched myself to her, just to be hit by a car myself" He says in a broken voice.

"You wanted to get to your little sister, I understand that" I say softly

"How is it we never spoke before?" He says suddenly

"I don't really know.. I reckon you were too busy with your popular friends" Now I am mocking him.

"My friends didn't really give you an easy time at school.. did they?" Harry replies.

"They didn't like having someone always one step ahead of them" I shrug.

"Come, let me give you a lift home" He offers.

"Its fine, I can walk" I say

"No I insists, it's the least I can do after making you come out to the cemetery at night to meet with me" He smiles

"Fine".

He opens the door for me and waits until I'm seated with my seatbelt on to close the door.
"Harry" I find some more of my lost courage "Tell me about the time in rehab and learning to use your legs again"

"Ok, if you tell me what I want to know"

"I told you everything" I lie.

"But people say they saw you pick up the car" He says more to himself then to me

"People also said It's my fault Amy is dead, but you didn't listen to that" I say.

"Are you staying in town? Or are you going to run off tomorrow?" He looks at me as he stops outside of my house.

"I'll be here tomorrow" I assure him

I watch as he looks out the window and to my front porch.

"I looked out for you sister when you weren't here" He says looking back at me

"So I've heard" I smile at him "Thank you"

"No trouble at all"

I look at him for a while longer and then get out of his car. I walk around and lean my hands on his open window letting my chin rest on them "Thanks for the ride" I say.

"Thanks for meeting me" He gives me a little nod.

I turn and walk the way to the front door. With just the use of my mind I get the door to open, not realizing that Harry is still there, watching me and noticing what I have just done.

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