The Edge of Honour

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

Gorran's POV:

For the entire day, I hardly spoke to my family. I was consumed in my own world and desperately required answers that none of them would possess.

I spent the night frantically searching for any information that I could find on invisibility. As I searched, I cowered under the bed covers. I hoped that the emitting light wouldn't tell my parents that I was still online, despite my having been told to stop using it late at night.

Football training began early the next morning and as usual, I had been sent to bed early so that I would be energized for it. I already knew that I wasn't going to go, but I hadn't yet come up with an excuse. Leaving the safety of my house without knowing how or why I would become invisible was a terrifying risk. I needed more information before I was willing to venture out again, I couldn't risk it.

As I scrolled through my phone, I realised that there was no evidence supporting real life cases of invisibility. The only results that I had managed to get from my tedious searches were comic book characters and movie plot-lines. None of these held any valid or helpful information for me...but surely someone else in the world most have gone through the same thing that I was experiencing. It was impossible for me to be the only one, I was not unique.

However, the whole situation was impossible. I was so close to believing that it had all been a dream, but it felt far too real.

Eventually, I realised that my search would remain futile and conceded that I would have to give up. Surrendering to much needed sleep was a lot easier than I had expected; the day had drained me of all energy. With a final press of a button, I turned off my phone and slipped it into my bedside locker as I snuggled into the warmth of my blanket.

“Gor, come on! It is time to get up,” my father called from my door-frame. He laughed to himself as he flicked the light on and off to assure himself that I was fully awake. Loud groans filled with disgust and remaining tiredness erupted from my throat as I pulled the duvet over my head in an attempt to block out the bright light.

“Dad,” I rasped, suddenly remembering my plan. “I don’t feel so well.” I coughed as hard as I could and grabbed a tissue which I rubbed under my nose.

“I thought you didn’t look too well, champ... Maybe you should stay at home,” he replied, looking worried. I nodded to him as if I had just realised this myself and added a cough for dramatic effect.

“And I was really looking forward to this training session,” I lied. “I guess that there’s no point of going and making the rest of the team sick before the big match.”

“That’s the spirit son. Putting your team mates before yourself. I’m so proud of you, Gor,” he said. He was literally beaming with pride as he spoke.

“Thanks Dad!” I mumbled as I felt my supposedly burning forehead and tried to hide my relief. There was a small trace of guilt inside of me, but I knew it was the best thing for all of us. I could not tell him the truth, not this soon anyway.

“You take it easy and stay in bed. I’ll bring you up some food in a couple of hours.” He closed the door gently behind him as if any loud noise would affect my illness.

Only when the door was closed did I realise that I would have no choice but to spend the rest of the day in my bed, or at least my room. Thinking plans through fully had never been my strong point. At least, I had time to try and figure out what to do. Nobody else knew the secret contained inside me. I had to decide whether or not I was going to reveal it.