Invisibly Deadly

Chapter One

I am an invisible person. Not literally, of course, but I might as well have light refract and pass through my body, therefore making me scientifically...

Invisible.

I used to stand out. I know what happened, but—the thing is—I don't know when it happened. There's a breaking point, which every living thing has, that I was so brutally pushed over. I don't know what that breaking point was or when it happened, but it did. And with that breaking point went the ability for others to see me.

I stopped talking; I started caring, more for what others thought of me than what I thought of others. I assumed—I still do—that people were looking at me under a microscope, staring brutally, waiting for me to mess up so I could be ridiculed.

With my head down and my eyes up, my shoulders slumped, my mind and my books ready to take me away from humans, I go and be with society for five days every week. I get good grades, I answer questions, I laugh with friends...but I don't think anyone knows I'm there. And I think everyone knows I'm not.

Except maybe one person. She stubbornly believes that I can be fixed, but says she's done her part—now, it's my turn.

But I've gone through all this work so no one can see me. Why would I undo it?

She laughs, usually, around this point. Oh, you don't have to. I just think you should. One day, I will be gone and you won't know how to function properly without me.

Now is when I frown, realizing that she's right. That's not true. I deny it. I can't let her see how much I depend on her.

Sure. OK. If it's not, prove it.

Prove it. Prove it! Those words ringing through my head. Prove it. I can't prove it—I'm scared. Scared that I'll be judged, made an outcast—this time by the decision of others, not me—and that I'll loose the people who care for me. After all, doesn't your shadow leave when it's dark?

Although they assures me they'll never leave, I know they'll have to. One day they'll leave and make friends and fall in love and be happy. So happy that, even though I'm not in the picture, I could never pull them back to me. Even if I needed them, I couldn't, because that would make them sad and I'd rather be unknown forever than ever make them cry.

I guess it's time to start the actual story. The day I realized that I had to stop caring. That day is now.

At least...I hope.