Ryan first noticed his habit of spacing out when he was 7, he would often go on mystical journey down wining paths that paled in comparison to his math home work. However, it wasnt until he was 11 that he noticed people around him acting differently when his mind was off on one off its wandering trails.
His oldest and best friend Spencer was looking for him one day, calling his name through the school yard, looking for him to play hide and seek ironically, that Ryan noticed something. Spencer was calling his name scouring the yard when he walked up right in front of Ryan, still looking for him but it wasnt until Ryan's mind began to clear of its haze and he called back that Spencer's eyes seemed to refocus and as he looked down he grabbed his arm, event completely forgotten to him. To Ryan however this became a permanent sticking point in his memory, how had it been that
his best friend of at least 7 years couldn't recognise him?
Ryan's very question had been answered when he was 15, he was an awkward teen, with gangly limbs and a thin, bird-like frame to accompany his flighty nature. He still employed his tendency to space out as an escape, however since the incident in the school yard he only done so when he was certain he was alone. To him these private moments were the purest bliss he had ever known, it was like being bathed in warm water the exact temperature to feel as though he was weightless. He always felt lighter and like he could breathe easier, he could loose himself totally and forget the entire existence of the world outside when he was wrapped in this particular feeling. His father came into his room one time when he was having one such moment, Ryan was lying plain in sight on his bed. His father looked angry, fuming and the stench of alcohol became apparent the moment he stepped into the room. Ryan remained totally unaware however thanks to his restful state and earphones, when his eyes did flick upwards at the crash of his desk chair being knocked over though he took them out. The instant he did so he heard his father's drunken mumblings about him, he was positive he heard a 'where is that damn boy' and even a 'when I find him I'm gonna' His father continued to search the room for Ryan even though he remained front and center on the mattress.
When his father finally stumbled out of the room Ryan allowed himself to slip out of his protective barrier he began to think back to the events with Spence, his eyes, similarly to his father's, had skirted over his unconcealed form. He soon came to the only conclusion he could which turned out to be not so reasonable.
He became invisible.
He had thought of many other far gone and perhaps more scientific theories, such as his father being so drunk he thought Ryan was part of the comforter, that was soon ruled out though as Ryan found out that even while drunk his father's eye sight could be especially sharp when it came to his punches. His other theory was similar, he thought that the sun must have momentarily blinded Spencer when he came looking for Ryan and that it wasn't until Ryan shouted that he must've looked hard enough. He was, sadly, able to rule out this one too, he had been hiding against the foot of a tree in the shade when Spencer came looking for him.
He still continued to invent then shoot down his own theories about his 'episodes' as he named them mentally, only when he turned 16 had he eventually realised that it had to be true.
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