Sunny's Revenge

I can’t believe it. The girl can see me. Or at least I think that she can see me. She keeps smiling and nodding in my direction. How can she see me? Sunny thought to herself as she watched the young lady in the booth in front of her. She was staring at what looked like a portable computer she had on the table.  

Sunny could do nothing but stare at her. She looked exactly like her sister.  

Could she be Blanche’s granddaughter? The thought made her smile. She is about the right age. Sunny thought, watching her every move very intently. God, I wish I could talk to her. But I can’t let her distract me. I only have today to complete my plan. I cannot mess this up. Not now. 

The girl looks out the window. Sunny sees the uncomfortable look come over her face. 

I think that she has noticed that I don’t have a reflection. Sunny thought as the girl shook her head as if she was trying to clear it and returned to staring and typing on the computer thing. Great, now she is going to pretend like she can’t see me. I hate this. 

A couple approached Sunny’s booth. The girl started to sit on the same side as Sunny, but she got a bad feeling and chose to sit next to her boyfriend instead.  

That’s fine. I didn’t feel like having a lap buddy anyway. Sunny sighed. She kept watching the woman in the booth over the divide. It fascinated her that the woman could see her. No one had been able to actually see her in about ten years.  

The last time this happened. Sunny smiled at the thought. The woman glanced up at her and then shook her head again before returning to staring at the computer thing in front of her. She seemed to become very interested in something on the screen. 

Just then the waitress approached her to refill her coffee. She listened very carefully to their conversation. They were talking about her. 

I wonder if she found my newspaper article. Sunny thought. 

“What happened to her?” The woman asked the waitress. 

“She told the wrong person no. He had his goons throw her from the roof of this building. The saddest part is they never caught the ones responsible,” the waitress answered. 

The cops may have not caught them, but I have been having my fun with them over the years. In fact, there was just one left alive. It’s been a very long fifty years. Sunny thought to herself, watching the rain out the window. Sunny barely listened past that point. 

“You said that she only appears when the owner is here and that the owner is your grandfather?” the woman asked, curiously. This question intrigued Sunny. 

Can the waitress see me? I wonder if her grandfather told her the truth about that night. Or was it his version of events. Just the thought of that night got her worked up. But she had to keep clear thoughts. Today of all days was not the time to let the thought of old emotions take hold. 

Just then Sunny spotted the reason that she was hanging around the bar. He was bringing in a shipment of something. With a glance towards the talking women, Sunny floated more than walked over to the bar and began following the waitress’s grandfather around. 

It’s finally your turn, Robert. You will pay for what you had done to me that night. You knew deep down that this day was coming. Same as me. Sunny made sure to stay right behind him. She wanted to make sure that she was the last thing he saw before Death took him. Even now, she could feel Death’s icy breath on her own neck.  

Sunny could feel more than see when the woman in the booth noticed that she had left her booth. She didn’t care. There was nothing either of them could do about what was about to happen. The closer that she watched Robert, the more sweat she started to see on his forehead. The time was getting closer. Sunny followed him behind the counter where he set down the boxes of drink mixes. 

Do it now or I do it, Death whispered in her head. Just remember our deal. 

I haven’t forgotten our deal. Sunny sent back. Then she reached out her hand, through Robert’s back part of his chest and grabbed his still beating heart, squeezing as she did so. 

Instantly, he grabbed at his chest and fell to the ground. As he fell, he slowly spun around, the shock and fear clear on his face when he sees Sunny. 

He locked eyes with the young girl that he had his goons throw off the roof of his brand-new bar fifty years before and behind her loomed Death himself. In the distance, he could hear his granddaughter calling out to him. He tried to answer, but nothing would come out. 

As soon as his back hit the floor, he was practically vaulted out of his body. Sunny approached him, smiling a very scary, menacing smile. She reached towards him, but he backed away. He tried to speak but nothing came out. 

You can’t speak normally here, Robert. You can only communicate like this, Sunny said into his mind, enjoying the look of pain and confusion on his face. 

How are you here? Why are you here? Robert asked, slowly. His voice dripped with fear and that made Sunny smile. She laughed gleefully. 

I am here for the same reason as you. I died fifty years ago and you died about five minutes ago. But my time here is drawing to a close as I finally have my revenge. My reason for spending the last fifty years in this limbo. Now that you are gone, along with everyone else from that night, I can finally rest in peace. Sunny looked down at her hands as they began to glow lightly.  

Slowly, starting with her fingers, she began to disappear as a sense of peace that she had been praying for seemed to wash over her. She glanced towards the woman in the booth and her smile widened. 

She was finally free.