Down by the Wayside

My jacket lay in a burning heap.

I look down at myself to discover I'm still wearing my jacket...

So why is my jacket burning to a crisp on the ground in front of me? What is it wrapped around? The object couldn't be anything bigger then a cat. I reach towards the burning object. Fear for the flames not stopping me. Moving the hood carefully, all I see is very long fur or hair. I gently pull on the fur, dragging out the disembodied head of me.

My face was brusied and broken but it was me. I drop my head, it making a squish as it landed on the ground. Someone behind me screamed. I turned to see that my neighbor was screaming and pointing at the head next to me. Her screams cause the whole apartment to flood out where I was. I decide to try to talk with them but they see right through me.

I decide to leave. I begin to wonder around looking for someone that could see me. I was officially completely invisible and alone. I traveled for months.

Eventually I stumbled into the police station. Just looking around for clues for what happened to me. They found nothing. But I did find that they were keeping the suspects for my case locked up. I visited them often because they weren't allowed any others. None of them were bad people. I could see the pain of being here did to them.

One women went so mad from isolation that she began to see me. She loved to rattle off about nothing. Eventually my ear caught something interesting. "Did you see if he got the restaining order on your sister?"

"Who was that?" I reply.

"Your old boss silly." The women responded.

I quickly left. After some light research I found his name and then him.

I quickly exposed him. And saved my sister.

He went to jail and the other suspect were let go. I ended up passing on. Happy to be allowed to.