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Chapter 1: Died, Cried, and said Good Bye

The sound of a gunshot was the last thing I heard that day and the start of the end of my life. My life for as long as I remember has always had hard ship. From the time my father started to date, his now ex wife, Joyce to my untimely death. I remember some happy times before this and even after my father's choice of breaking up with my mother for that woman but not much. Joyce would always ridicule me every chance she got. Soon, by the time I was in middle school I started to enclose into myself and started to rely less on the people around me and started to rely more on myself alone. Because of this my classmates started to tease me and pick on me. This caused me to use books, music, anime, and manga as an outlet from the world.

When I watched, listened to, or read one of these it allowed me to become separate from all the pain and forget all of my problems even though I knew that they were still there. By the end of middle school kids started to hurt me physically because of my lack of response to their emotional torment but that didn't stop them from hurting me emotionally. Though I never showed it I was already used to the physical abuse because of Joyce's constant emotional and physical abuse. I started to become depressed and my grades went down. I started to draw in class and not pay attention to the teachers as often. Not long after my teachers started to notice and tried to talk to me about it. They didn't get very far.

The only one who knew about all of my troubles was my older half brother Sebastian. He was like me but the only difference was that he didn't get bullied and lived with my mom. Other than that not much we liked almost all of the same stuff even food. But he was popular at his school and got good grades. Soon he was the only one who hadn't given up on me. He and my family, but mostly him, kept me going as long as I did.

The day of the shooting was on Saturday January 14, 2012 9:30 am. I had to go buy the groceries for my stepmother Joyce. I remember that on the way back to the house I started to sing the song "Counting Stars" by One Republic and started to swing the shopping bags in my hands. All of a sudden this black car came zooming by. I turned my head to watch it go with my hair getting into my face. All of the students I start to hear sirens going and a cop car comes around the corner with their guns out the window going off at the other car. Soon enough both people in each car's passenger seat start to fire at each other while I'm in the cross fire. I don't know what I should do and I'm frozen stiff. Not too long after the arrival of the cop car did I get hit by a stray bullet in the back. It went straight through my heart. My bags went everywhere. By the time I hit the ground the two cars were already gone and since I was walking down a back road there wasn't anyone there to call an ambulance. As my eye sight began to blur it started to rain.

My last thought before I blacked out from blood lost was that the sky was so nice that it cried for me when I could not. I thought this because I couldn't cry anymore since I already cried all of my tears. Though I really wanted to cry right then because I didn't get to do anything good in my life I just lived and didn't do anything useful for future generations.

When I woke up it was sunny and the birds were singing as if nothing happened. When I opened my eyes I found myself laying in a puddle of water in my own blood. I sat up, grabbed my head, and winced. Man did I have a headache. It felt like I was hit by a truck. Putting my hand down I looked around. There was people hugging, holding their mouths and shaking their heads, people with shocked expressions, and others who were sobbing into themselves or into someone. Someone ran up behind me and started to shake something. I turned around and saw the most horrid thing in my life. I was dead on the ground, my eyes open with blood trickling down the side of my mouth, and someone yelling/asking me if I was alright. I stood up and turned completely around. I could only look at myself with wide eyes staring in disbelief. I couldn't be dead, that wasn't me. It couldn't be I was right here unless I'm some sort of ghost. I thought with my hand on my chin and my head slightly tilted to the left.

Denial went away at that thought rather quicker than I thought possible. After I realized I was dead I just shrugged knowing not many people would miss me. Looking back at the man who was asking if I was okay I thought that he was ridicules. I mean just look into my eyes they're so dull that it's obvious that I have no life left in me. Some girl walked up to my other side and checked my pulse while I heard some guy in the background call an ambulance which it was too late for that 'idiot'. The girl checking my pulse shook her head indicating that my theory of me being dead was real and I wasn't just having an out-of-body experience. When the ambulance came and took my body I decided it was time for a little stroll to see how long I was on that road.

I started with the shopping area since that's where most of the gossip is. I found out as I walked down the street with my arms behind my head that it was 4:35 pm the same day. I also found out they heard that the cops and robbers started to use their guns on Baker Street at 9:30 am. It turns out that 20 minutes before the shooting the people in the black car had just stole three thousand bucks from the bank three blocks down from where I got shot.

The walk down main street was very weird because I kept having people walk throw me without even realizing it. It made me wonder how many times I did do the same exact thing to some poor dead soul. Meh, they were probably already used to it I mean I was used to by the time I left main street. And in the beginning I never thought I would get used to. Now that I think about it I was getting used to being a ghost quit quickly. Walking home from Main Street was a fast walk but it gave me time to think of how Joyce will be acting when I get there. I wonder if she would act calm while seething inside and thinking up ways to torture me when I get home or if she is showing my father her true colors finally. I thought the former more likely.

But, boy was I wrong. As soon as I walked literally through the door a glass bottle went through me and hit the wall and shattered. Soon after I was faced with the sight of a seething Joyce and my dad being yelled for an explanation of why I'm not there yet and him yelling back he didn't know. Joyce started to let out all of what she had been doing to me all of these years without him even realizing. This got my dad pissed and he started to demand for an explanation of why she did all of it. When she told him that it was because of how prettier I was to her and that I was always hogging his attention. I could only think that she was a nut job and that she was the one always hogging his attention.

My dad must have thought the same thing because he stated that after he called her one hell of a crazy bitch. This must have set her off because she went nuts and started to attack him. This pissed me off so much that I forgot I was dead and dark aura came seeping out of me. The stuff around me started to rattle and some started to float. When Joyce went to bitch slap my dad a vase flew at the wall and shattered making her stop in mid swing.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing to my father Joyce," I stated calmly in a low ominous voice completely forgetting by now that I was dead. But being dead didn't seem to matter since Joyce and my father seemed to hear me.

"What does it look like I'm doing you imbecile I'm teaching the lesson I was supposed to teach you to your father. What took you so long you little twat?" Joyce yelled at me as she turned near the front door where my voice was coming from. "Did you throw that vase?"

"There was a shooting at Bakers Street and I happened to have been there and if I did throw that vase what are you going to do about it?" I asked in a dangerous voice. Way to pissed to fool around.

"Because if you did, your punishment is going to be worse than it already is. Where are you anyway?" With that sentence uttered from her lips I smiled sadly realizing that I was dead and just because she could hear me didn't mean they can see me.

"Call Richardson's hospital and find out," my voice went softer as spook to my dad,"and Daddy I'm sorry and it's not your fault for what Joyce did." with that I stopped talking all together even with Joyce's yelling for me to come out.

Joyce started to mutter about how dare I tell her what to do which made me giggle as she went over to the phone and called the hospital I was staying at.

"Hello," the secretary at the front desk answered," how may I help you?"

"I was told by some idiot that if I wanted to find my stepdaughter Alice Moure that I had to call this hospital though I don't know why," Joyce said in a snotty voice expecting to hear nothing about me there.

"Oh my, I am so sorry for your loss," the secretary exclaimed.

"Huh, what do you mean what loss?" Joyce stated dumbly.

"Your daughter is dead she died approximately 9:30 am when a bullet went straight threw her heart during the shooting at Bakers Street. I'm so sorry," the secretary clarified.

"Wait a minute that can't be write I just talked to her recently. She can't be dead." Joyce exclaimed shakily turning pale at the end.

"If it would help you to come to turn with your lost you can come down to the hospital and see the body. We haven't had the time to do an autopsy on her so you have time if you come in right now," the secretary suggested kindly.

"Well be there just give us a second," Joyce whispered.

"Take as long as you need. Well see you later." Exclaimed the secretary sadly.

"Yeah see you then," Joyce is voice quivered as she hung up.

I just stood there wondering if Joyce actually cared or she was just scared of being haunted by me. That thought made me laugh hysterically. Joyce told my dad to get his coat and then they went to the hospital. Leaving me alone in the house. As the door to the house clicked shut I felt something worm and wet slip down me cheek. I raised a shaky hand to my face to see what it was and it turned out to be tears. 'Heh, look at that ghost can actually cry,' I thought as I rapped a hand around my stomach and mouth. I fell down to my knees as I sobbed at the remorse I felt from doing something like this I knew my dad would be devastated when he found out and know I had to do the same thing to my mother and her family. After an hour of crying I got up to do what I had to though I wouldn't have to do it if they had found out before I told them. I slipped through the wall starting my hour long walk my other family in mind. But instead of a road that met my eyes it was my mother's living room. I looked around with large surprised eyes taking in my surroundings everything was exactly how I remembered it I could hear my mother in the kitchen humming along to the radio.

"Mom," I asked in sad voice as I walked into the door way of the kitchen. She didn't seem to hear me because she just kept washing dishes and swinging her hips in time with the music as she hummed along. I sighed I should have known that Joyce and my dad hearing me was a fluke but it was worth a try. The radio was next to me so I figured if I turned it off she might hear me. So I went over to it and thought of a way to turn it off. What if I concentrated on making my body terrestrial like in the movies I might be able to turn it off. So I gave my plan a try and it worked YAY now I only have to get my mother to hear me.

"Ara," mom questioned as she turned around to look at the radio,"how did it turn off?"

"Mommy I turned it off," I whispered loudly hopping she heard me. Mom jumped at my voice so at least she heard me.

"For Pete's sake Alice I didn't hear you come in," she exclaimed holding on to her chest and gripping the counter. She looked back to look at where I was but probably seeing nothing.

"Sorry Mom," I said sadly feeling guilty about what I'm about to tell her.

"It's okay by the way where are you?" She asked confused.

Sighing I replied, "I'm right in front of you Mom."

"What! Why can't I see you? Are you invisible or something?" She looked so freaked out by the fact she couldn't see me guess its because that's usually impossible unless, like in this case, that person your talking to is dead like me.

"Sort of like that," I muttered my mom just gave out a small huh as she looked at the place I was supost to be in confusion.

I sighed at the look. "Mom I'm dead," as I said this I closed my eyes waiting.

"What!" there it is guess I didn't need to wait to long for it. "what do you mean your dead? I'm talking to you so you can't be dead! And, and, and," there she goes into babble mode after a while she calmed down enough to at least say something I could understand, "You can't be dead!"

Sighing I started to walk over to her and as I did so I saw her eyes widen. That confused me could she hear my foot steps or could she see me? Shrugging I decided not to dwell on it since she would probably say something about it.

"Alice honey your transparent," she said her voice quivering. Well that explains why her eyes widened... WAIT, she can see me?

Looking down at myself I saw that I looked the same as before. The same transparent white-hinted blue hands and body looked back at me. My eyes widened as hope hit me despite how depressed looking at myself made me. If my mom could see me does that mean I could possibly touch her one last time. During my musing I hadn't realized that my mom had walked up to me in my frozen state. I hadn't even noticed her stopping right in front of me.

"Alice what happened to you?" She asked reaching out to touch my shoulder but instead of placing her hand on my shoulder her hand went strait through me and she pulled her hand back in shock.

All the hope in me went away at that moment and I sighed sadly. "I just came to say good bye and to tell you to call the Richardson's Hospital for the rest of the details." Tears started to leak from both of our eyes as remorse crept into mine and understanding crept into hers. "I'm sorry Mommy, I really am."

Tears started to come down like a waterfall from the both of us. "It's not your fault Alice I should be the one apologizing I should have fought harder to get you. If I had we would have had more time together and maybe you wouldn't have died. I'm so sorry."

"Ne, Mommy," She hummed in reply letting me know she was listening," I love you so much."

Tears started to pour down even more from her eyes as she replied, "I love you to. Are you going to go say goodbye to your brother now?"

"Ya, I'm going to miss you Mommy bye, bye,."

"I'm going to miss you to Honey so much so Ciao, Ciao," She stated back as I walked away to go up stairs to find my brother. I wasn't going to say any thing to my sisters or my stepfather because I wasn't close to them and mom understands that.

I looked into my brothers room to check if he was there on his laptop but he ended up not being there which was strange unless he was forced by his friends to go somewhere since hes really popular. Its weird I have never not seen him when ever I come over every other weekend. Does that mean he's canceling any plans to go with any of his friends to hang out with me I hope not.

The only other place he could be if he wasn't with friends was my room so I go over there to check and sure enough there was Mica was there reading something. I walked over to see what he was reading thinking it was one of my manga's but when I looked over his shoulder I found something that made me pissed. He was reading MY DIARY! That bastered of a brother how many times have I told the mother fucker to keep his nighty paws off my diary damn it.

Dark aura started to seep from my pours and as I spook my voice was dripping in venom, "Mica how many times do I have to tell your sorry ass to NOT READ MY DIARY!"

"Hiieeeeee! I'm sorry Alice please don't kill me!," Sebastian screamed until he realized something; you could just see the question mark and the exclamation mark appear above his head," Wait, what are you doing here Alice you aren't supposed to be here until next weekend." Confusion just seeping from his voice.

Crossing my arms in front of my chest I sighed," Sebas I'm not going to kill you. I came to tell you good bye." Putting my hands on my sides at the end of my sentence.

"What do you mean good bye are you going somewhere," he inquired still flipping the pages of my diary as if he had no care in the world now that he knows I'm not going to hit him.

"Yes and no. And if you would stop reading my diary I would tell you why!" I screamed at the end getting my brothers attention (Thank god hes my half-brother I don't want to be fully related to this nincompoop.)

"Yesh," he said turning around to look at me," you don't have to yell at me. Wait where are you?" He started to move his head side to side looking for me.

"Oy, look in front of you dumb ass."

"But there's nothing …..." he started to retort but drifted of as he noticed me floating in front of him and fell back ward in shock," What the. How in the world are you floating and why are you transparent?" He screamed while pointing a finger at me, eyes wide.

"That's the thing, Sebas, I'm dead." I said tiredly.

"So when you mean good bye you mean," he verified I could only nod sadly at him. The tears starting to swell up again.

"I'm so sorry Sebas if I had known I was going to die soon I would have bought you that anime you've been begging to watch. What was it Sargent Toad or something like that?" I said trying to lighten up the mode, it worked and he laughed at my attempt.

"It's Sargent Frog and it's alright turns out you can watch it on netflix," I could see tears starting to fall from his face which caused me to start crying again. Not to long after I had flung myself at my brother floating right before him almost touching him but not. I knew better than that I knew the moment I actually touched him I would go strait through him. I had my arms around his neck and could feel the warmth radiating off of him.

"I don't want to be dead! I want to be able to touch something! I want to be able to eat something! I want to be able to testify in court against Joyce! I have so many things but I cant any more its not fair!" Sebastian wrapped his arms around my waist almost touching me I guess he understood what might happen if he did.

"So many things that I can't do but at least I can get rid of all of my regrets right here. Sebastian, my last wish is to say goodbye, I love you, and I will miss you my dear brother," and with that I started to feel myself fade away a small smile playing on my face. Now I can leave without any regrets.

"Goodbye Alice I will never forget you, I love you, and I will miss you too," he replied and I disappeared into glowing blue-green orbs.

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