5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Invisible

Pick your boy

I juggle the remote in between my hands, my eyes boring into the screen in front of me as another football game plays and I barely pay attention to the noise in the background.
My parents are talking amongst themselves, including my siblings in the conversations as I'm ignored as always. It's normal for it to be this way in my house.
I could walk out of the door and shut it behind me now, and they wouldn't even react to the noise.
I could leave, but I won't. I want to, but I won't. Instead, I stay inside these four walls that are built to keep me safe, yet they're more like prison walls that are preventing me from escaping and running away.
I close my eyes, all images running through my mind lack all colour and are practically as grey as my surroundings as I try to dream about the times I know I can't get back. All of the moments of when I was included in other people's lives. I was a part of the family, instead of never existing.
I could just get lost in the memory of someone else's life. Act like my family - be perfect and strong, confident and likeable - not like myself.
I've been missing for so long that I don't even know who I am anymore. I know my physical whereabouts - it's my mental and emotional location that I worry about. Who am I, if I don't know myself? I've been missing since before the night I realised that I was invisible. And it kills me to realise this when no one else ever will.