Chapter 4: The Escape
By: Cimmy
(Un) Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: These parts are a bit more dramatic, even though it wasn't intended to be that way. Sometimes I just can't help myself...
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Connie hurried out on the parking lot, looking for the 'invisible' Guy. She was sure that he was hiding from her on purpose, just waiting for a chance to jump out and scare her.
Her eyes weren't used to the sunlight, and she had to blink several times before she got her sight back. Then she spotted Guy, leaning up against her Dad's car, the car she'd been driving there in.
"How can you lean when I can't touch you?" she asked when she finally caught up with him.
"What's with this obsession about touching me all the time?" Guy snickered. "I can't remember you being this eager." Connie kicked at him, forgetting about the basic rule of being see-through. She hit the car and let out a squeal of pain. Guy only shook his head, looking tired. "I told you that don't work!"
Connie limped over to the driver's seat. "Like I care. I'm leaving now, and I don't want you to follow. Why are you even here?"
Guy rolled his eyes again, walking over to the other side of the car. "Because that dumb fool in the hospital bed promised to never leave you. I don't understand why he made such a promise, since you're obviously very demanding."
"I thought you were him," Connie whispered. "And he also promised that nothing would ever happen to us."
"No, his exact words was 'if by any chance something happens, I promise you that I'll always be with you', and I'm forced to keep that promise. Otherwise we're going to hell when he dies."
"When?"
"If he dies," Guy quickly said. "Oh, look, he's getting better!"
Connie looked up from staring into the steering wheel, watching Guy's hand shimmer slightly. Then it went back to being sharper. Connie questioned him with a confused gaze.
"Not to worry," he smiled.
"How did you do that?" she asked curiously. She couldn't help but finding the whole thing rather cool. "Did you do that on purpose?"
"No. You see, every time he gets a little bit better, I disappear some more. And when he gets worse, I'm more visible."
"What happens if he dies?" Connie feared the answer, but had to know.
Guy shrugged. "I guess you'll finally be able to touch me," he explained quietly. "And then I'll be gone, too."
Watching Guy stand next to car made her shiver. Then she burst into tears. "I don't want you to be here," she cried. "I want my Guy back! Go away!"
"If I go away, he'll die," Guy pointed out.
"Stop saying that! That's not true!" Connie shouted angrily, gasping for air. "I'm leaving, and I don't want you to follow me!"
While Guy stood by the sidewalk, throwing his arms into the air, Connie quickly backed out from the parking and out on the street. She had to get away, or else she'd lose her mind. She couldn't have Guy running around, bugging her, when she was this upset. Upset about him dying. No, the confusion was too big for her to handle, as she'd stated earlier.
Instead she drove away, hoping that Guy would stay at the hospital, being his own guardian angel. And stop getting sharper. Connie suddenly realized that she was thinking of him as a real person. That made her drive even faster.
Just so she could get away.
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