Treece Bill died on June the 14th, at the age of fourteen. She was murdered by a complete stranger but however, she is still roaming earth even though she died. She doesn't know where to go, no one can see her, and she is completely lost. But after...
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Drena had zipped her hoodie over her baby bump and raised a cigar to her lips. Drena was my age now, seventeen. She sat in the public restroom of a bar, smoking the cigar. I could smell the strong smell as she puffed rings of smoke in the dimmed restroom. She had long black silky hair and wore sunglasses that I watched her steal from the gas station.
Her phone rung, she didn't hesitate to answer.
"But where do you expect me to go, mama?" She asked. I hear the yelling from the other side of the phone, which took Drena by surprise. It took me by surprise too, her mother was always humble and quiet towards everyone and now hearing her yell her thoughts was surprising. I step closer to the girl, and smile, "You can do this Drena." I tell her, and I gently pat her shoulder. She trembles from my touch, and walks towards the sink, "But mama, Delano's not picking up his phone... He said he couldn't handle the pressure."
I felt sorrow for the girl, stuck in this position. She went from sneaking her boyfriend into her house to being homeless and pregnant. I couldn't seem to stick around and watch her helplessly anymore.
I left the bar, walking to a nearby cab with its door open for the lady who was making her way back to the cab. Her heels clicked as she slowly took her time walking to the cab. I slide in and so does she, shutting the door. The cab driver had started to drive, jazz bumping from the radio. "It's cold in here." The lady snaps and flicks a lighter to light a cigar. "The heat is on ma'am," He stated, his eyes scanning the road.
"Hm, I wish it was actually working." She grumbles and begins to adjust her clothes, re-applying her red lipstick onto her doll-like lips. She was like a life-size Barbie doll sitting beside me, like the ones I begged my parents to buy me when I was younger, I even had a collection of them. She wore a black dress, a leather jacket thrown over it. Her short hair was curled, velvet curls hanging around her face.
I don't exit the cab when she does, I decide to wait around for a new adventure instead of following her. I really wondered why there was no one else like me around since people died every day...
Was I left behind somehow...? I tremble mentally at the thought.
I fall asleep in the cab since I knew in real life I would've felt sleepy. I was able to sleep, dream, even eat. But still not be seen or noticed.
When I woke up the cab was parked at a motel just outside of the city. I could see the outline of the city far away, and miles and miles of fields. The cab driver wasn't the same old man, it was a younger man who looked too handsome to be a taxi driver. He opened the cab door and left me alone without knowing. I watched as he walked to one of the motel rooms. After knocking, he disappeared into the room, the pitch dark room.
I decided to wait around for him, falling asleep again after thoughtlessly staring at the leather seats for what seemed like forever.
This time when I woke, I noticed it has gotten dark and misty, only the glow of the sign lit up the area. I crawl out of the cab when no one is looking, or around. And no one is around anyway. It's still dark, maybe around midnight. It was humid outside, the air was thick and moist.
