Moving ON

I got shot 2 times in the heart.

I do not recall waking up in the hospital nor being shot but I saw bullet holes on my chest. Gushing and splattering all over the floor.

Was I dead ?

Was I a ghost recollecting my thoughts and events ?

And so I stand up..

I see my legs hovering in the air, slowly I realized I was not alive anymore, someone has robbed me from my own life. I think and I think about all the events that led up to my fall. My future was not bright anymore. I saw my lifeless body on the hospital bed.

No vitals not even one last breath,

Reality hit me and told me I was dead.

And so I move on...

I walk out of the hospital hovering, no one can see me. I see entities beside me, some are crying, some are looking for their bodies. I realized I wasn’t alone because I met a female, 21, named Sam. She was a victim of a homicide. Killer was still out there as mine was.

We looked at each other from a distance and all we saw

PAIN and CONFUSION.

I had no reason to die and no reason to be on the other side. Confusion was my First feeling and slowly it turned to anger.

And I move towards Sam,

“ So do you know what's happening around here ?” I said

“ Honestly I just woke up and saw myself here, I don’t even know who killed me but I know he has blue eyes and a scar on his right cheek” she replied.

As she was speaking and describing her killer, I looked at her profoundly. She was a beautiful woman, her eyes, her lips and the way her hands move when she speaks.

Internally I blushed,

Externally I smirked and looked away as she spoke to me.

I never saw such beauty in a weird way.

I had to be murdered to see this type of beauty, that’s crazy.

Slowly I recollect as Sam and I were speaking, I said

“ I know who killed me and I know why they did it”

“ If you know who it is dummy, why don’t you go after them and take their life ?” She replied

“ I need to take their life ? Like kill them ? So my spirit can rest or what not ?” I said with a confused expression.

“ Of course that’s how you let your body and soul rest. Me on the other hand, I have no idea who this person is, so I got a long journey ahead of me” she replied with a hopeful facial expression

She wished me luck on my Journey and so did I.

I hope I meet her after my journey is done..

Her beauty hypnotized me, the more I spoke to her the more I found myself losing myself.

I wasn’t myself.

I needed to find this killer, who I vividly remember. It was my brother, Marc, he killed me because he assumed I slept with his wife. On the contrary, his wife was into me because of my devilish good looks and my suave persona.

Who wouldn’t want me ? ..

He shot me 2 times in the heart because he found out she cheated on him 2 times.. he assumed I was the person she cheated on him with. I would never even give her the time of the day, so for him to act this way towards me, led me to my demise and for that I couldn’t see myself taking another life, especially my own blood.

I started to look for a route and so I went to the crime scene, my apartment. Cold blooded kill and no one knew who it was but I did. I was also a detective which surprisingly played a role in all this. I began my own investigation on where my brother could be at.. slowly I crept up to my door and saw the caution tape. I walk right through it with no hesitation, like I have been a ghost my whole life. So calm like, it scared me but I proceeded with my investigation. I saw the gun and the outline of my body, I saw the bullet holes and blood splatters on the wall. My brother must’ve hated me because this was a hate crime towards me.

And so I moved on...

I realized that my body was in the hospital, my soul was in my apartment, my brother was out there.. sleeping peacefully but not for long.. my body changed, I felt anger because my life was taken over assumption. Blood or not, he had to go and I had to figure it out due to my ghostly appearance.. there wasn’t much I could do. I sat next to the outline of my body and I just thought the possible locations he could be at. His home, the golf place he likes to go, one of these was my ticket in. All these locations had me dedicated to finding my brother. I had to finish it.

And so I move on...

First location was his home, empty and abandoned like his soul, his dreams and soon to be, his life. I have no remorse now. I thought deeply about how we were a team, nothing can get in between us but I thought wrong. He was weak minded, led by assumptions and he will find his true enemy. With all this anger building while searching his home for clues, I saw his golf clubs were missing. I saw a portrait of me on the table, and the glass from the frame shattered. It looked like he threw the frame onto the table and sliced his finger along the way, he knew what he was doing. His motives were clear and so was mine.

I moved to the second location, the golf course. Full of middle age people and little kids. I didn’t see my brother, a ginger man, in his mid 40’s, average sized, Husky built and had a star tattoo on his neck. None of these people fit that description, I slowly overheard a couple talking to a police officer about a rude individual who was hostile like, I immediately turn to them and heard the conversation.

“ The fellow had a star tattoo, he looked very angry about something and was throwing clubs around” the man said to the officer.

The officer was taking down notes, I looked at what he wrote and it said “ suspect left in a hurry and left a keycard” . I knew where he was. He was going to his other place in soho. I fled to his place. Anger grew every mile I took. I couldn’t see myself the same. Clouded vision, clouded thoughts. I knew my brother was not safe from me.

And so I moved on...

I arrive at his place, flying through the walls. Being a ghost was fun but also sad because I couldn’t hold doors but could hold objects like nothing. I was getting comfortable with my new identity. I went up to his floor. It was very clear that he broke into his own place, lock all broken, door all scratched up. He struggled and I smelled the fear in his apartment. It was like a blood trail, I felt like a bloodhound finding that smell. I had to finish my job. My Journey was coming to an end, I imagined myself with Sam, the gorgeous lady I met. Hopefully she finished her journey like I will..

And so I move on..

I look into his place, luxurious and clean. He left a trail of fear and I smelled it from the door. It’s like I smell emotions, I was amazed at my supernatural powers. I wonder what else I could do as a ghost. I went on and looked in every corner, but one thing was clear: he was hiding from something. Could be me or could be the law but one thing was certain, he wasn’t going to leave this place alive. Yeah my motives changed over time but what you as a reader did not notice, is my brother has harmed others in the past. Had a history of being arrested and convicted of murder but due to his high power and financial status, he always got away. I will make sure he doesn’t get away this time.

And so I move on..

I walk up to his balcony, I see guns next to him. I always wondered what his job was, and it was certain he was a hitman. His motive to kill me was not a job but it was personal, my next actions are a job, it is not personal. I love him to death but his actions and the way I left my Family must be paid in some form. He was on his balcony whispering

“ I know you’re out there hearing me and seeing me, I apologize for killing you. I was drugged out, angry and I couldn’t handle myself, I hope you forgive me because I forgive you. I love you brother, I’ll take care of your girlfriend, mom and dad, help them financially”

With this being said, It changed how I viewed him but deep down I had to let my soul rest. I knew deep down he wasn’t going to help. He envied me all this time because I managed to stay happy while his unstable relationships will always collapse due to his assumptions.

I move towards him holding the gun he use to kill me.

I breathed in and whispered...

“ I have to do what is right. I have to rest.”

** GUNSHOT **

The gun drops, his body drops. My soul lifts me up. A tear drops down my ghostly face. I felt relieved. I felt certain that no one will ever suffer again.

And so I move on...

I was in an abyss of uncertain realities. I met someone special named Sam, and her journey finished along with mine. We met at a bright place, very bright and golden place, heavenly like. I knew this was the place I had to be at. I smiled at Sam and she smiled back. We grabbed hands and took a step, this step defined my whole journey. I always kept moving no matter what.

And finally I stopped moving and so did time.

I found my happiness,

I hope you find yours Marc.