She was the girl who lost everything. That's how they called her in the neighborhood. Did she has a name? It didn't look like that, for all seemed too content in forgetting it.

Her family was taken first, they said. Burned alive in some unsaid accident. She never complained about it, though. Which just made people talk more.

"She must be involved somehow", they said.

"It must certainly be her fault".

For why would a child not grieve the death of her own family?

Then, there was that other accident on her neighborhood. A girl from across her street was found missing with no clues of a breaking into the house. The body was found three days after, beaten to a state of almost non-recognition. The police was forced to believe she had just opened the door and escaped. But why would she do that? Her parents were awfully rich and she had everything she wanted. As far as they were concerned, she had no enemies able to reach her.

And then people remembered.

That girl who lost everything, who lived across the street. The one with the muddy water bubble around her head. It was well known they didn't get along well.

The girl who lost everything was called in. But all she said to the cops was:

"It wasn't me."

And there was no proof, so she was released. But no one forgot how apathetic she looked like during the questioning.

Then, It was finally Christmas. All started to focus on their little lives, leaving their suspicions about the strange girl fade. The families were reunited. Old friendships were brought to life.

All was conveniently forgotten. Recklessly forgiven.

Then, it happened again. This time, it was a teacher from her school. He simply vanished one night and his body appeared chopped off in pieces beneath his Christmas tree.

Who could have done that? Who would be so cruel and soulless to kill the father of a family, leaving three daughters and a wife unassisted for the rest of their life? A man who lived for his community, they said. A caring father and a loving husband. Then they remembered.

The girl in the water bubble, the one who had lost everything. She used to have private lessons with this man. But when the police called her in, the water around her head a bit cleaner, she only stared back at them with her blank expression. "It wasn't me", she said.

And there was no proof, so they let her leave.

A couple of months passed and life seemed to have gone back to normal.

Children went to school. Adults went to work. All living on their small bubbles, like fishes limited to small amounts of truth at a time. Nothing seemed to concern them as long as it wasn't their problem. And nothing would, if it wasn't for the fourth accident. One that shocked the entire town.

At the very edge of the city there was an old hill, with a giant tree lying right on top of It. Everyone could see it being washed by sunlight in the morning. Everyone could see its shadow being cast over the city at sunset. But this time, there was the shadow of a hanging body being casted along with it.

Her body was tiny and fragile. Her dark hair still floated inside that water bubble, now so clean one could see right through it. With a calm, resting expression, she just hung from there, like a child finally having her sweet dreams.

"She was so young!", they said.

" Poor little girl, died alone, in the middle of nowhere!"

"What could have caused such end?", they asked "What could have driven her so far as to force her into taking her own life?"

A girl nobody understood. A girl none dared to come closer or befriend, for the rumors about her came before who she was. A girl with no name, for none cared enough to remember.

But she remembered. As she watched their distressed faces staring up at her body, her spirit watched and smiled for the first time. A smile washed in sarcasm. For none remembered the way her family used to beat her to the point of passing out. How her father would lock her up for days in the basement with no water or food, should her grades not be perfect at school.

None cared to help her when the rich girl from across the street started to bully her at school, dragging her to the girl's bathroom and trusting her head inside the toilet bow. When she stole her lunches or spread rumors about her to be sleeping with the principal in exchange for good grades.

None listened when she begged for help once her private teacher took his classes a step further, willing to show her the ugly side of adulthood.

"It must certainly be her fault", They said.

"She must be provoking for that to happen".

"But It wasn't me" whispered her spirit, as a shadow grew beside her.

The dark form grew taller and taller until It was triple her size. Sharp teeth lined it's mouth and big, black talons layed where it's fingers should be. It's back was spiked and heavily arched, like the weight of it's head was too much to bear standing straight.

Blackish smoke came out of it's mouth as it spoke.

"It was never you." It agreed.

And the girl in the water bubble smiled a second time. A true smile now, as shining fishes, all colored and lively, started filling the bubble around her head and went on swimming beyond it. To the air. Like firefly-like creatures, living trails of colors that seemed to have vanished from her life a long time ago.

No more shadows remained in her tiny eyes as their hands clasped together. As the world, with It's cruel reality, soon forgot. As all acid whispers moved on to the next target.

And for all the world had forgotten of them, that all marks left behind had an owner, it didn't matter.

They remembered.