The Boy Who Died

I watched Ryan die. So how is Ben wearing his face?

Six years ago, I watched my best friend--and secret crush--splatter all over the pavement.

He died. I saw him.

Yet, in the back of my mind, I've never stopped looking for him.

Seeing him in crowds, in the classroom, in my dreams--and my nightmares.

It's cost me everything--my identity, my sanity, and maybe my life.

So when I walk into class to see a man who looks exactly like Ryan standing before me, I freak out again.

My therapist tells me to s...