Tears of the Clueless

I'm A Ghost?

My senses came back to me.

I was so cold.

I was so sad.

I was so......... Angry.

I stood up and looked around. I was in an alley. The same alley. Had I lived?

I looked down. A chalk outline. Blood. The scent of Death. And my opaque body.

I was pale, and looked like I was made of mist. I could touch myself, but when I reached towards the wall, my hand went straight through. My feet hovered inches from the ground.

A chain came from the center of my chest and was strung all around and across the alley, with me at the center.

Nothing seemed too changed. Nothing too different. The same trashcans overflowing with garbage. The same dirt concrete. The same cardboard boxes. The same people, walking past the alley and in the sunlight.

Couples chatted. Friends laughed. Business men grumbled into phones. Women gossiped to companions. Teenage girls complained. Teenage boys joked and messed around. Cars passed.

No one took note of the chained girl.

I pulled at the chain and an anguished cry ripped from my lips. It hurt. It was agonizing. I wanted to die.

But I was too late.

I left the chain alone and sat down, huddled.

"I'm fine," I whispered to myself. "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I swear I'm fine," I sobbed quietly, clutching my head and pulling at my hair. "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine."

I stayed like that for the longest time, wondering when I'd actually start to believe it.

Wondering what I'd done to deserve it.

Wondering how my dad had been punished.

Dad.

Because of him I'm dead.

I stopped muttering and just cried. No, not cried. I sobbed and screamed and hyperventilated. I clutched my head tighter and shook it wildly, screeching in emotional distress.

But no one would come.

No one could help.

No one could stop the unbelievable pain I was going through.

I was left to feel like I was being tortured to death.

Not that it mattered, of course.

I was a ghost.

Ghosts can't die.

A boy and girl appeared and started making out. Both alive, both well, both with their whole lives ahead of them.

I couldn't help it.

I got angry.

I ran towards them and screamed at them, pushing them at them even though my hands went through.

"GET OUT! GET AWAY!" I screamed.

Boxes and garbage floated around me before flying at the couple, who ran away, yelling and screaming about poltergeists and demons and.... Ghosts.

I was a ghost, no changing that.

I was a ghost.