"I already told you officer, I don't know anything."

"Listen kid, there's a missing boy out there and we're trying everything we can to find him. If you know anything, anything at all, you've got to tell us."

"And I'm telling you right now, I don't know anything."

Eli Goldsworthy, he was such a snake. I didn't like how easily he could sit there and lie to a man of law. Of course I was nothing better, but for him to give such a convincing performance of a lie? That didn't quite settle well with me. How could Clare be so dumb to get mixed up with a guy like him? Dark clothes, dark demeanor. He was just a dark kid with a bad reputation. And Clare, she was such a sweet girl who deserved nothing but the very best. Sure, I hadn't proved that, but I liked to believe I was better for her than a boy who drove a hearse, with the types of rumors he had spread about him. Obsessed with death. Moved to Degrassi when he murdered his ex girlfriend. I didn't usually pay attention to rumors, but when it pertained to Clare, I made it my business to pay attention.
Clare and I had been in love once. At least I like to think so. She was the apple of my eye until I blew it for a blond pop tart who wanted nothing more than fame and didn't have the intelligence to not get knocked up. I suppose she's not the only one to blame. And now, Clare was with the boy in black that sat in front of me in the interrogation room of the local police department, and I was somewhere else on the verge of death.

"Can I assume, officer, that you're questioning everyone about K.C. Guthrie missing, or do you have some piece of evidence against me that I don't know about?"

The officer stayed silent, and Eli smirked a triumphant smirk.

"That's what I thought, I'm gonna leave now and I'm not talking to anyone unless I have a lawyer present."
Again, silence fell as the tall tanned man looked at Eli through weary eyes, studying him. Eli was more clever than he looked, of this I couldn't even deny.

"You can leave." The officer said and a beeping sound came from the room door as it unlocked and Eli stood up. He grabbed his jacket and nodded a goodbye to the other in the room before he glanced over in my direction and left through the door. I followed him quickly, staying close by his side.

"You're a good liar Goldsworthy."

"In a world like ours, you have to know when its right to tell the truth and when its a good time to lie."

"But you could have told him.."

"Told him what? That I've been seeing your ghost? There's people in this town who actually believe you're still alive..."

"But I am alive!" I said angrily as I stood in front of him. It wouldn't have stopped him, but he stood still anyways.

"I'm not dead."

"Then what are you Guthrie? Because as far as I'm concerned, the fact that I'm the only one who can see you means that you're a damn ghost!"

"If I was a ghost, then how come you can see me?"

Eli paused, I seemed to have stumped him there.

"I don't know, maybe I'm fucking crazy. Wouldn't surprise me or half he people in this town." He mumbled and continued to walk on. I tried to stop him by grabbing his arm, but it was no use, my hand went straight through.

"Will you stop that?" He exclaimed as I followed after him, "That's just weird. It feels like an ice cold electric current going through me."

"Point number one, if I was dead, I wouldn't have energy coursing through me still, would I?"

"Congratulations, do you want to charge my batteries for me?"

"Very funny. Always with the sarcasm. God, would you just listen to me?" I stopped, and to my relief he stopped too. We'd already reach the walkway of his house and as he stood at the steps by his door, he turned to look at me.

"I know I'm not dead. I can feel my heart still beating..." I said and placed my hand on my chest, "I can feel my blood pulsing in my veins and I have a raging headache that hasn't gone away since I woke up. I don't know why you're the only one who can see me, but you are and you're all I have right now."

"That's too much weight on my shoulders, I can't deal with that."

"You have to, please? Don't let me die, Eli. I can feel that I'm dying, but I'm not dead yet. But I'm getting weaker every second."

Eli sighed, his black nail painted fingers were clenched so hard his knuckles were turning white, "What... what am I supposed to do? You don't have any instructions Guthrie. But how can you expect me to hold the weight of your death on my shoulders if you do die?"

"Just, don't let me."

Silence, again as we both stared each other down. The two of us, we had nothing in the world in common except maybe the mutual love of a girl. We'd hardly even spoken a word to each other ever, yet here we were, stuck together.
At least I'd hoped. I had no faith in finding myself with out him, and I'd surely die.

"What do I have to do?"

"We have to find me."

" You can't do that yourself?"

"And what? Make a call to the police? That would work if my hand didn't go straight through the phone. I can't tell anyone but you, because I'm fucking invisible. All I know is that we need to find my body before I die, and as far as I can tell by how I feel, that won't be very long from now."

Eli sighed, anger in his eyes. I knew he blamed me for this. Hell, I blamed myself. After the night I went missing, I wouldn't blame anyone but myself. But then again, maybe I should explain that night to you in a little bit more detail...

I hope you guys like this so far! I'm really excited about it. I just go this burst of inspiration. If you've ever watched the movie The Invisible then this might seem a little bit familiar, it's where I got the idea from. I hope you're not too confused, I promise it'll make more sense as it goes. Please leave reviews! They make writing so much more fun and definitely worth it (: