The She Ghost

The Adventures of Albert the Librarian - Part 7

Inspired by true events

On her way, a little bit transparent
The reason for it - so apparent
She has been through a lot of stuff
It felt already quite enough

Something called her all the way
She couldn’t do much but obey
No manual for this existence
But at least she’d mastered distance

Unsure yet that it was real
Unsure how she would appeal
What would daddy even say?
A ghost she was just now, ok?

Something said “the park, the park
The solution’s there and a start!”
Drifting on her way alone
Few blinking lights already shone

Darkness fallen, life had disappeared
Sinking holes had randomly appeared
In the air transparent girl was floating
Amidst the odours so revolting

The new reality on her imposed
So much fear it would cause
Experience till now unknown
When gone were flesh and bone

She knew the weedman very well
Weed to kids he used to sell
Upgraded himself to hard drugs
The neighbourhood’s beloved thug

For some time a family friend
From whom sometimes they did defend
The house, the cars, the children, stuff
Mad, demanding man, so tough

He came for her at school one day
She knew that daddy was away
She was taken by the hand 
In exchange for chocolates, hair bands

These gifts they smelled so good
He kept them coming, plus some food
Would it be lethal in the end?
That she couldn't comprehend

An unexpected feast, vacation
Where sweets arrived without cessation
She liked it quite a lot
And wished that it would never stop

All whims considered with great care
Glad she didn’t have to share
Burgers, ice cream, strawberries and toys 
In exchange for making zero noise

Godfather's house familiar to her
Visiting she’d always would prefer
Important men in need of wits
Each house equipped with space for kids 

They sent them all to someone’s place
When they worked and needed space
Being a kid was such a dream
Proper fathers, they were deemed

Godfather was the designated sitter
He couldn't anyone embitter 
Alone, entrusted with all kids
When they’d be cutting someone’s bits

Or shoot someone, blow up their car
Kids should be away, quite far
Sometimes they brought along their wives
To clean the mess, to clean the knives

Distract the neighbours with some chat 
Or fake eyelashes they would bat
In case the job somehow’d go wrong
Pain was not to be prolonged

Nobody here was a bother
Daddy wasn’t missed nor mother
They never showed up these past days
Had they disappeared with no trace?

Without them peace and quiet 
Otherwise there was a constant riot
So many days of yelling, screaming
Dad hoped in vain for his redeeming

He loved mum plenty and it hurt him
For days he’d feel immensely dirty
Those he talked to weren't nice
And there always was a price

Angry afterwards, resentful
Of course it was their fault - so painful
To terminate their lives - it was unfair
It was an ugly and impossible affair

He would be depressed for days
Emotional, for him so difficult to face
Reality when being sensitive, fragile
He learned to paint, it took a while

Working hard for daily bread
and also other people to be led
in his business to participate
Bad resources meant ill fate

Mistakes were unaffordable indeed
His own advice he had to heed
Planning diligently everything ahead
He did not want to end up dead

So calculations very strict
Whom to drop, with whom to stick
Not everyone could handle heat
They had to be a good athlete

Last time here for a week
When dad to someone had to speak
It took much longer than they thought
The uncle in the end was shot

She wondered what had taken place
Mom had to always dad embrace
Crying on the floor after the killing
These friends of his were never willing

To do his bidding, to cooperate
The inevitable ultimately their fate!
Big man, so strong and mighty
Nobody could ever dare fight him

Mom would sometimes say “Old soul”
Who was pushed into a hole
While cursing their life of thugs
Making him get off the rug

Then proceed to making dinner
Mom said “dad is not a sinner”
He was sorry for his actions
Donated to the church a fraction

Now focus on the screen she did
Under the quilt she also hid
Plunging in the heap of sweets
So bloated from those weird eats 

Smelly mouth and bloodshot eyes
Pjs food-stained, larger size
Mom would never have allowed
Dad would neither have been proud

She didn't have to do the chores
Nor was she ever getting bored
Though to mom he was bizarre
Godfather, truly, was a star!

Days went by - just pure bliss
Please don’t let it ever cease! 
Food arrived on a huge tray
To her whims he did obey

As he brought more candy, soda
The type that mommy loathed
But his finger to his lips he kept
And asked her to pretend she slept

The remote bedroom it was hers
Happy times when the key turned
Raised voices could be nearby sometimes
But she ignored it, it was fine

Recently there’s been a talk about
Daddy’d done it, gone all out
But the community had disapproved
Despite the threats dad was unmoved

The mayor mentioned a few times
who wanted payoff - or just fines
Often these things could be heard
What it meant - each single word? 

Serving fresh food to the pigs?
Or wrapping dollies in some twigs? 
Popping someone on the street
Rotting somewhere in the heat?

Conversations audible at home
Else they were the epitome
Of purity and truth, so law abiding
Except from when they did some tidying

No it wasn't daddy’s fault 
Just fate - that's what was called
She was told not to believe
Soon they might as well just leave 

A bad girl she would never be
But things happened and they did
Daddy's princess was exempt 
Others’ job - his wrath to tempt

Daddy made sure she was safe
Putting others in a danger, grave
A path for her already paved
No need for her to study, slave

Suddenly the door just opened wide
From Johnny - nowhere to hide
Like a mountain over her he stood
He pushed away the sweets, the food

He grabbed her “Aw, it hurts”
Dragged her off the bed, and worse
He grunted “Shut up”, slapped her too
“Listen here, I am no fool!”

Down the stairs to the door.
He screamed “I’ll hit you more!”
This violence she couldn’t comprehend
She thought he was a friend 

“As we go out, do what I say!
No crying, and pretend you are ok”
The heavy door slammed shut behind them
“Let go of me” - she couldn’t fight him

“We're going for a ride, so nice!
A ride Godfather has advised”
Without a jacket, shoes untied
She did her very best to try

To talk to him, and ask him, plea
The arguments were obviously not the key
Getting angry, scarier, much more
Face reddening, contorting, like a boar 

Curses, threats and ugly words
Rained down on her, it almost hurt 
She started crying in her turn
Godfather wasn’t here she learned.

His son just threw her in the car 
Tires screeching on the tar
“Dad” he said “he wouldn't care!
You’re nonexistent and nowhere!”

The beach he wanted quite a lot
So many for it he had shot
Not daddy’s daughter - that was new!
Was that really, really true?

Mommy cheated long ago
Daddy raised her as his own
“What does this mean” - she thought
Explanation somehow sought. 

Of birds and bees so unaware
Way too young for this to care
Bundled in the backseat of this car
“Are we going very far?”

Thrown from one side to the other
Wondering who was her father
On a bridge they stopped abruptly
“Daddy is a bastard so corrupted”

Quiet place, a view so pretty
Somewhere outside of the city
Dragged her out the car and then
He threw her off the bridge and he ran

Plunging down in the unknown
She had never ever flown
A thump, unfelt, she knew she would
She woke up in a pool of blood

No pain, just silence, only peace
Embraced by warm and friendly breeze
What did he do, she tried to shout
A whisper, silent scream came out

On the bridge next to the car
She found herself - “Oh, here we are!”
No effort whatsoever was involved
“Johnny, where are you?” she called

The schmuck nowhere to be found
Empty cars and still no sound
From the bridge she took a peek
Her nonexistent knees felt weak

How do you describe this height?
Huge red blob down there - sigh
Abandoning a part of her
Many strange emotions stirred

The thought of home just took her there
She would have told them to beware
Of Johnny and Godfather, all of them
The hate, betrayal from them stems

Past the mirror in the hall she flew
Oh, no, her life already through!
Transparent, walking through the wall
He sole possession was her soul

The universal truths so clear now
She was 8 no more somehow
With memories her mind was being flooded
To put a stop to it she couldn’t 

Capabilities unheard she now possessed
Though no-one here to inform, impress
The knowledge overwhelming - way too much
She never ever thought of such

Revelations, magic, voices, worlds
Within her reach, a part of her
A feeling strange, and so unheard
But then another thing occurred: 

Revengeful thoughts were coiling
Into her nonexistent mind were boiling
Daddy would be devastated, mad
Mom so absolutely broken, sad

Although she might enjoy time off
Of kids, cause motherhood was tough
She had to do her best to cry
and throw her hands into the sky

Daddy! Mom! They were gone too
The dog, to whom the world was cruel
The cat, the neighbours, the whole world
Like they too in an abyss were hurled

Suddenly she heard somebody calling
“We are waiting for you, dolly!” 
It took a second to get there
A bunch of strangers at her stared

The only people left around
In this disaster, broken ground
They were the chosen, didn’t disappear
They felt immediately very dear

Transparent next to them she stood
A bunch of outsiders, brotherhood?
A knack of hers was knowing things
As well as almost having wings

Each looked at her and said hallo
One had never seen a ghost
Pale, and shaky, backing out
He wondered what this was about

Branches of the bush poked through her being
Otto felt much more like fleeing
“I lost my body” she confessed
Pointed to the knowledge she possessed

“We are all here!” Albert said 
“Let's go” - he said and went ahead 
In his hand a piece of paper
A lot of work for us is waiting 

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