The Déjà vu

We used to pass each other in hallways. hang out but those hallways and us in them weren't gonna be for-ever, right? He was in my grade, my homeroom. A cute boy, young and skillful, with a penchant for music and the guitar. I can be described as young and tough, normal without those looks. I was his best friend, we lost contact when he left school in 11th grade. I don't know why, what I do know is, he isn't anymore. Not here, but not on the earth he isn't there. 

I grabbed the bunch of keys and flung them in his car's window, leaned in, "Do you need anything else, Rich? You okay, buddy?" He stared at me with blank eyes. "I'm feeling sleepy." "Uh, okay. Lemme know if you need anything, okay?" "Yeah. Leave my guitar here." "Fine. See you later.", I smiled. He grinned and closed his car's window. I recieved a text. I read it and shivered. "He is gone.", it said. I immediately gasped and turned to check on Rich, but I couldn't see him. His guitar rested there with broken strings, and there was blood oozing out of the car. Darn. Too late. I was horrified at the sight that met my eyes. There were red spots on the small black velvet box Rich kept his phone in. Man. Who was there? I turned around and glanced at everything. Maybe I didn't know this horrific place as well as I thought. Maybe. 

"Get up!", a voice shook me and shouted. I opened my eyes. It was mom, and Rich was there smiling at me with that bright goofy grin ,"It's Friendship Day. I got you some bracelets" "I know." "Then why still asleep, huh?" "Don't ask. I dreamed your death." All the colour drained out of his body. He turned pale. "Tell me about it on the way to school." I nodded and ushered him out of the house. I showered, dressed, packed, ate, and there he was.        As we walked, I thought about my dream. Was it a deja vu ? I heard these things happened in reality and if I had dreamed it, maybe god had sent it to me as a sort of warning. You know, like beware it's gonna happen. Yeah, that kind of warning. I turned to him, "Rich? Shall I tell you about my drea-? I mean, my nightmare. It was pretty scary, you know. You were in the car, then someone texted me that you are gone, and then you disappeared from the car, your guitar's broken strings and blood spots on the velvet. What's it about? You know?" He looked annoyed and said, "How the heck would I KNOW? You dreamed, right? I didn't." Then there was this soft silence, then he whispered, "Look. I have got to die. It's just destiny." "Then write your own, like these quotes say.", I retorted. He smiled and said, "One should never go against god's wishes." 

I was angry, not at him but myself. Maybe he would go on telling others about his "death" at the cafetaria and lunch. I shouldn't have told him. Why couldn't I resist that? I was angry and sad. It meant there wasn't much time remaining to spend with him. Not much time to spend playing basketball at the county park. Not much time to play with his lil' sis. Not much time. No, he would go. I felt tears flowing down as I thought this. I dabbed at them with my hankerchief. He had gifted it to me, and I loved it, maybe because I liked him too. He was my best friend and he would always be my bestie. I texted him," I will miss you.". He texted me back, "Forget it."