Tears of the Clueless

Liar

Three days.

That's how long I've been dead for.

Three days.

I sat in my alley and cried. That's all my body wanted to do. I stayed huddle over my chalk outline and I cried.

Well, I didn't cry all the time. Sometimes I'd have to take a break to get rid of anyone who came through my alley.

Just yesterday, three teenage boys had stopped by.

"I heard a chick died here," one had said.

"Some people say she's haunting the place," another had added.

"I'm not afraid," the third declared.

"Me either," stupid #1 said.

"Or me," stupid #2 added.

Stupid # 1, 2, and 3 stepped into my alley.

I screamed at them like I had everyone else and the garbage pelted them until they ran away, screaming their heads off and crying for mommy.

Today, a priest stopped by with a bible in one hand and a container of holy water in the other. He read a scripture as I screamed at him and buried him in garbage. I wasn't in the mood for another damn exorcism today.

He ran away, saying "the Spirit is too evil!".

That hurt. Bad.

It made me start crying again.

"I'm not evil," I sobbed, burying my head in my knees. "I'm not evil. It's not my fault. I'm not evil."

***

Five.

What's the significance of that number, you ask?

Why, that was how many priests came at the same time to exorcise me today.

"Evil Spirit! You've harmed enough! Leave this place at once and never return!"

They had all yelled that, might have rehearsed it, and flung buckets of holy water into the alley.

"I'M NOT EVIL!" I screamed, my voice cracking as tears flowed down my cheeks. I was angry, incredibly so. Garbage flew around me and hit them each with a force that knocked them back fifteen feet, across the road and onto the opposite sidewalk.

A camera crew had come with them, and someone I hadn't noticed until now.

My father.

I froze upon seeing him. I couldn't move. He was standing there. Right there. A pretty reporter girl talked to him.

"Heitsu-San, this is the very alleyway where your daughters body was found. How are you coping after her death?"

"Well, the police wrote it down as a suicide, and I'm not surprised. Alice never was very mentally stable," he replied. "I was always worried this would happen."

"That's not true..." I said weakly.

"Witnesses say she'd been running from something."

"I'm afraid that's true. Before she left home, she had screamed that she was going to kill herself, and I tried to get her home before she could, but- I'm sorry.... It's too soon..."

"You're lying," I said, a bit louder as I started to break from my trance.

"Oh, you poor man!"

"I loved her, with all my heart. She was my only daughter. And the thought that her Soul might be trapped here, where she died, it- it breaks my heart."

Suddenly I was right beside them, yet unable to step even an inch out of the alley, and unable to reach him.

"YOU'RE A LIAR!" I screeched. "YOU MURDERED ME! YOU DID IT! YOU YOU YOU!"

"Why do you think she did it?"

"Well, my daughter, she was always different. She was bullied, and people rejected her. And she rejected me the longer it went on. Finally I guess she just... Couldn't take it any more..."

"LIES! YOU KILLED ME! DIE, DIE!" I was sobbing now. Screaming and sobbing as I beat on the barrier that kept him out of strangling range.

"And now onto Jin with sports, Jin?"

They left, leaving me there, alone, sobbing, clawing at the barrier fruitlessly.