Better Off Nonexistent The clerk didn't seem to see him. She was too busy scribbling on this piece of paper of his apparent time of death and the autopsy reports. A bullet straight through the left ventricle of his heart, not passing through the cardiac muscle. Basically, his heart drowning in its own blood. She peered over the report and initialed everywhere she needed to, a somber expression on her face as she did so. Kyle noticed the red rims around her eyes and scoffed inside his head. What kind of clerk took their job so serious that they cried each time a patient died? So he was only 21 years old and had a successful life. That didn't mean she had to bawl her brains out over a kid she barely even knew. She even went so far as to sniffle when she initialed by the consent to questioning about the body. How pathetic. She still didn't see him even as he shoved his hands in his Levi pants pockets and took two steps up to her, trying to get a better look at the sheet of paper. To his dismay, there was a small 8x11 photo paper clipped to a stack of papers of him lying in the hospital bed with that infernal contraption over his nose. He remembered that they were willing him to breathe and to 'stay with them.' Kyle tried, he did, but a heart can only do so much before it fucks up and dies out. That's what Kyle's did, but it never explained why he was still able to stand there in the hospital unnoticed by everyone. It didn't matter to him, anyway. He was dead now. Kyle didn't bother to look behind him as he walked out of the door, apparently not making a sound or a scene. People obviously couldn't see him lift or touch anything, because to them, anything he came in contact with did not exist. That basically meant that seeing Mom and Annice were out of the picture. They were in his hospital room bawling over his carcass for no reason, because he tried too many times to scream out their names. There was one point where he threatened to sling Annice by her hair if she didn't turn around, and all she did was hiccup and throw her head in her mother's bosom and cry louder. Kyle was too pissed off to do anything else. Who would of thought that the dead could be angry?