HE IS INVISIBLE.

the next day

The following morning, I woke up in my bed with a headache. I got relieved and thought it was just a dream. But then I saw him, the dark man who was making my bright life the darkest. He was sitting next to me still holding my hand. I screamed again and my parents rushed upstairs. They asked me what’s wrong. I yelled crying “can’t you see? There’s a boy sitting next to me in my bedroom and he is actually holding my hand! Please help me, now! You’re the only one left who don’t think I’m crazy… ” my mom seemed worried at my words and she sat next to me caressing my cheeks. She worriedly asked “what’s wrong baby? Who is there? I don’t see anyone.” I exclaimed “mom please, try to understand. I think you can’t see him but I can and I know he is right here.” She asked more worriedly this time touching my forehead “baby, are you sick? Lucy, you’re having fever! Jason, we should call a doctor, right now… ”

I’m all alone now. They too can’t see him. They called the doctor and he told me “you’re highly depressed! What’s wrong Lucy? Can I help you?” I mentally felt broken from inside; I was staring at the ceiling of my room. The doctor exclaimed, “Mr. and Mrs. Davis, I’m sorry to say this but Lucy is acting really strange! You should consult a psychiatrist as soon as possible.” I was not responding to their pathetic questions. They were making me feel psychotic. But that crazy man did nothing except staring. I called jenny (my friend) and told her to visit me. She also asked the same frustrating question “Lucy, there’s no one there! You are hallucinating!” she also couldn’t see him.

A week passed by but my tears didn’t stopped. I kept trying and trying and compelling people to believe me but nobody did. But I’ve given up now. They sent me to some asylum or psychiatric treatment Centre. They asked me about whom I’m talking about. Whenever I shouted, they inject some sleeping medicine inside me. I tried to run but they caught me and locked my up. My parents visit me but I never said a word to them.

I was lost in my own world and there was no hope, no chance of getting out of there.

One Monday morning, my nurse came to me with a phone and said “Lucy, it’s your friend on the phone. Do you want to talk to her?” I nodded. She handed me the phone and left me alone. Jenny said in a soft, comforting voice “hello, lucks! Hey … I’m sorry about you. I hope you’re not mad at me. But there’s good news for ya, I’ve decided that I’ll get you out of this problem, no matter what happens! Now its lucks and jenns against the world. ” I coldly replied “okay. Bye.” And I hung up the phone.