What have you done?

You wake up in Karlie's bed, though you don't remember falling asleep in it. You look over next to you, but she isn't there. You look in the bathroom, the kitchen; she isn't there. It's 7 am on a Saturday, surely she didn't go for a run this early. You decide you'll have a cup of coffee and wait around a while for her to show up. As you are getting a coffee mug, you notice the calendar on the wall says that it's Monday. That can't be? That means you've been asleep for three days. Well, you don't actually remember falling asleep or being at Karlie's house. What's going on?

Five hours have passed, you've showered and now are wearing Karlie's favourite sweater; the genius one. You tried calling her but it goes straight to voicemail. For some weird reason you can't send out a text either; there must be something going on with the phone lines. She's still not home. She's not at work because she would have left a note saying she had a shoot, especially with you staying there the night. Maybe you should go home and check on the cats.

You can't call your bodyguards because the phone isn't working, so you'll just have to get a cab home. When you go outside there are a few people in the streets but they don't look sideways at you; which is weird, I mean you're Taylor Swift, people always look at you. There's a cab, you try to stop it, but it's as if they can't see you. After trying to stop four different cabs unsuccessfully and having 20 people walk by you unphased you decide to just walk home; it's not that far anyway.

You're nearly there and you can see that there are flowers on the step. Normally there would be fans outside your door screaming your name, waiting for pictures. There would be paparazzi waiting to get their next million dollar photo of you. I mean you're glad there isn't because you aren't feeling so hot right now, but it's odd. When you go up the steps, you notice the doorman isn't there. He's never missed a day of work, not even when his wife had their son. On the way to your apartment, you see your neighbour Mrs. D, she looks completely devastated. You ask what's wrong but she ignores you and walks straight past you. It's as if you're invisible.

When you open the door to your apartment, which oddly enough wasn't locked, Meredith and Olivia run up to you and start purring. Finally something to make you feel normal on this most bizarre day. After you feed them, you try to call Karlie again, but it seems as though the phones still aren't working. It's now 4pm and you realise you haven't had any food today but you aren't even hungry. You see that Karlie has left some of her kookies and decide to have one. As you're eating the cookie, you hear keys jingling in the door, even though you know you didn't lock it.

Meredith and Olivia run to the door, it's Karlie; she looks so broken. She leans down to pet them, she doesn't even realise you're there. You speak, but she doesn't hear you. She walks towards the cat food, you try to tell her you already fed them, but when you look the food dish is empty. They couldn't have eaten what you gave them that quickly, could they? You watch as she feeds them, then as she goes over to the couch, she takes off her coat. She's wearing the genius sweater, but she can't be, you're wearing the genius sweater. She starts crying, in a way that you've never seen her cry before. You ask her what's wrong again, but she ignores you again. Meredith runs over to her and she holds her and you swear you hear her say that she can't believe you're gone. You walk towards her telling her you're not gone anywhere, you're right here. She's not listening and you're getting angry. WHY can't she hear you? You touch her shoulder and you can feel her shiver underneath your touch. She still doesn't acknowledge that you're there.

You go into your bedroom to collect your thoughts so you can figure out what is happening. It seems as though no one can see you, there are flowers on your step even though you are perfectly fine, the fact that you can't remember the last three days. You're pacing your room, trying to figure out what's going on, when you see it. There's an open envelope on your floor, it has Karlie's name on it. You pick it up but there's nothing in it. You look everywhere for whatever was supposed to be in that envelope, you finally find it under your bed. It's the answer to everything.

No one can see you because you're not here. Karlie isn't ignoring you, she can't see you. The flowers are there as a sign of respect. The doorman wasn't there because he was attending your funeral. Karlie looks broken because you broke her. In your hands is the suicide note you left Karlie, dated three days ago. What have you done?