That Sun That Never Sets

Sweet

Baila, baila esta cumbia
Mueve, mueve la cintura
Todos, las manos en alto
Y griten, griten con locura

Selena y Los Dinos played on the loudspeakers that were spread out throughout this stadium. I was walking with my close friend Darleen to our assigned seats when a random person nearly ran over me with his large frame.

Thick. That was the first word that came to me when I gazed up at him from the cold floor that I found myself on. No wonder, I fell onto the ground. He's got an immensely thick head. His forehead is as flat as a cardboard, while the rest of his head is very thick indeed. His piercing green eyes stare straight into my soul.

Adequate.

The moment would not have been lost, if he hadn't growled at me, "Watch it, terrorist."

Or not so adequate.

Roar. I like it when people growl. And I would've liked him if he was a decent person. I should probably enter his dreams to give him night terrors. Only if I was born with this supernatural power, life would be extremely easy for me. Oh yeah, and Mr. Thick, also known as Mr. Cardboard Head, walked past me as he captured the attention of the group of people who were walking behind me, then pointed at me and bellowed  "Murderer!"

I turned my attention toward the gray colored floor and began to ponder. When will people ever learn that it wasn't me who did it? When will their eyes and mouths stop judging me?

As the next half an hour passed by, more eyes began to glare at me. At one point, I felt the urge to throw my drinks and popcorn into the faces of these people.

"If you didn't do it, then you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Forget them." Darleen said to me in a monotone voice.

I immediately turned my head around to look at Darleen. "Are you serious, Darleen?"

She looked at me puzzled.

"Did you seriously just say that? Do you honestly believe that I had something to do with her death?"

Darleen had the audacity to roll her eyes at me when she said, "Listen, it doesn't matter what I believe. I'm just saying that you should not let people's beliefs and opinions stop you from living your life. That girl is long dead. She can't keep controlling your life from her grave. And for the record, I believe you over everybody else here. The whole town may hate you, but know that I will be sticking by yourself like a moth to a flame. I just hope that I don't get burned in the end."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Darleen raised her palms up to her shoulders and said, "Don't blame me, blame yourself. You lied in bed with the devil and this is where it got you now. That's why you should've stayed away. I don't mean to offend you, but you did have an involvement in her death. I know that the girl was going to die regardless of you being friends with her or not, but you- Man you, invited Beast Boy over and let him ride you and her out. I mean, game over. You lost. She died. And he left undefeated. Y'all were used and abused. Absolutely, but once she was done with him, you seduced him and gave him your all. And he gave you his all by killing her. But if you tell this to police who's going to believe you? You're already treated as the murderer by the entire town when you're merely a girl who became addicted to seducing and letting people abuse you." She laughed as she grabbed my hand and began to lead me to the restroom. "Truth be told, this is victim blaming at its finest.  If you are anything, that is what you are. No wait, you're a stupid victim who didn't know what she was doing and who she was with. Your wide eyes had died before you even opened your eyes."

My vision became hazy. I tried to grip something to keep my balance. Tears began to trickle from eyes onto my cheeks even as I struggled to keep them in.

"Here's the restroom that you needed to go to earlier. Baila esta your death old friend. It's better to be dead than alive," she said before she roughly pushed me into the isolated dark restroom. " Goodbye."

When my head collided into a wall, I could faintly hear her saying, "Your messages have arrived. Please pay your dues to him before your times up. He may tire of you pretty soon because your kind is not appreciated here so please do make a note of that."