“I wish I had listened to nature and had not gone out. I also wish that there was some way for me to go back and change what had happened that night. I wish my car hadn’t broken down and I wish my boss wasn’t a murdering psychopath.
It has been three years since I died and he is the man who killed me.”
Damien looked at me with frustration and a vein-popping temper. He gulped down a glass of whiskey and then started pacing in the room.
“You need to get laid,” I said to Damien and chuckled. Damien threw a book at me which I avoided at the last second. It had been three years but he hasn’t yet developed a sense of humor about it. Then again, he wasn’t much of a joker before either. That responsibility had always been on me.
“Yeah, dude. It has been three years. Download an app, find someone and get your frustration out. At least get that vein back in your head.”
Damien definitely wanted to scream at me but then, he sighed and let out all his anger in one sweep, along with a few tears. I couldn’t make jokes any longer. I approached him tentatively and hugged him. He shivered a bit on my cold touch but held me in his arms. I wanted to feel his warmth but couldn’t. My death changed a lot between us.
2nd April 2019 was not a good day for me overall. I had a huge fight with Damien and even though we were engaged to be married, Damien was having second thoughts. About the wedding, not on the relationship! I went out to take some air and donuts. At the donut shop, I met my boss. The guy was wearing a coat in warm weather and sweating like a pink hippo.
On seeing me, his first reaction was of shock, followed by his usual dissent. I asked him about promotion this year and he talked to me about the issues with my work last week and how I should improve if I wanted a promotion next year. Can you believe him? He was talking about promotion next year. He had not even considered an option of promotion this year. That was enough to piss off a person in a good mood. I was already on the edge. Thankfully, he got his donuts and he went out before I could say something that would kill my chances of promotion at all. Soon, I went out of the shop to find my car.
Unfortunately, that’s where everything went downhill.
My poor car had decided that it was the perfect time to die on me. I could have called Damien but you know, I couldn’t have called Damien at that point in time. So, I waited for the company to pick my car. And my boss decided that life wasn’t worth living. Neither for him nor for all the people in the parking lot.
I don’t know which gun it was but damn the bullets hurt. Maybe, all bullets hurt. My expertise is only in bullets from his gun. Damien has it written somewhere in his case. I will check later.
And then, I died.
How do I know? My ghost left the body pretty much within a second of my death. And I was then looking at the corpse from around 10 feet in the air. For the next 10 minutes, I saw the horror of the massacre produced by my boss who killed twelve people and injured fifteen others while telling everyone that he hates his job, his life, and his family.
My guess was that his wife cheated on him but nope, she was an angel of a soul, metaphorically speaking. My second guess was that it was work stress, which of course he had but I always assumed that he was passing that on to me.
And I refuse to believe that my conversation about the promotion would cause him enough stress to reach this reaction.
Anyway, bottom line, I was hovering, my boss was killing and my body was blissfully at rest. And there was no God or Devil coming to take me. I decided to try to get in my body once again. I mean, what’s the harm, right?
It worked, sort of. I didn’t live again but I was able to possess my body and animate it. The wounds are still there, not healing but I have taped them up so no blood oozes out. I apply all kinds of antibacterial and antifungal creams every day so that my body is not eaten by them while I move around.
I had to relearn moving, talking, and living again because trust me, a soul inside a body is a completely different experience than a soul possessing a body. I have great respect for all the souls which possess a body and immediately start walking, talking, and fighting like it’s second nature to them.
Three years, since the case of my boss, is ongoing. Even though he is obviously the killer. That’s how slow the justice system works. Also, because there is only one witness and he’s not cooperating with the system.
There were no cameras in the parking lot and my boss did manage to leave the gun and the location before the police could arrive. A few people identified him and that’s why he has a case on him but except for one person, no one could be a witness with enough certainty to actually get him behind the bars. Hence, the case had been stretching for the past three years.
“Let’s practice again,” Damien said. Damien had immediately recognized that something was wrong with me – the way I walked and the way I talked to him. I was honest. I showed him the wound and told him everything that had happened. It had taken him almost a week to get over the shock. Even though I was there, I was gone. My body was cold and fragile and I was only ever able to focus on either moving or talking. Slowly, I learned to fool people around but he saw the trouble I was going through to keep the facade. He decided to take the case to ensure that justice was served to the man who killed me. Who killed our chance at happiness.
“We can’t make a case of your murder on him Sujat. And we can’t call you dead in the court. You know that, right? You are going there as a witness who survived.”
“A witness who will probably die as soon as he goes to jail.” I murmured.
Yes! I was the ‘difficult’ witness. I was the person who was delaying my murderer’s punishment even though it was hurting me more than I am willing to accept. But, I was already dead. I didn’t want to be gone forever, especially from Damien’s life.
Inspired from reddit prompt – [WP]- Three years ago you were killed in a drive-by shooting, but no one knows yet because as a ghost, you’ve possessed your body. You’ve fooled most everyone but you know you can’t keep it up much longer. You refuse to rest until justice is served to your murderer. [Link]