Unforgetable.

Close to twenty people saw Claudia die.
That was odd because, with the exception of her immediate family, probably less than four people knew her name and face as a pair. Claudia was a plain looking girl, nothing anyone would bother to even mention. She was slightly overweight, but not fat enough to incite mockery. She was good in school, a B student her whole life, never very exemplary in that venue either. There was really nothing about her that was in any way interesting.
That was the surface analysis, and since no one had ever bothered to look any further, she lived undistinguished.
No one knew the things that made Claudia different from the rest of the planet, only that she was not worth looking into to.
Claudia’s mother was a drunk. She was usually passed out by the time Claudia came home from school. Her father had been dead since before she could remember. No brothers or sisters, only a free loading aunt who was amused at Claudia’s pain, teasing her relentlessly about the rumors her father had abandoned her, and was still alive somewhere in Europe.
Despite all of this, Claudia never once thought of dying. No depression, no suicide attempts, no drug use, or anything like that. She just accepted her fate and lived her life alone, not really an outcast, since she had never really been inside.
The bus driver said she just came out of nowhere, stepped into the intersection at a green light. Whatever the reason she stepped out in front of that bus, her disintegration managed to accomplish something she had never been able to do in real life, it affected someone.
Greg did not know her name, he didn’t even if she was a girl or guy, but when he saw the body turn to red foam on the windshield of that greyhound, he was impacted. It changed him, broke something in his mind forever, something deep inside him. It haunted his dreams and intruded on his nightmares, pervaded his thoughts, and put a tint on the world that could never be removed.
Everything changed. Food tasted different, sounds seemed to be muted. The world was a horrible place where terrible things happened. Would these things happen to him too?
Then as the weeks turned into months, Greg forgot about it, it’s influence on his psyche so ingrained that the details were no longer important. It was as if Claudia never existed. A plain, nondescript girl, who might as well never have existed was dead.