NONEXISTENT

Chapter 1- Alone

"Help me! Can you hear me?!", i screamed as hard as i can. I went infront somebody, flinging my arms in the air. "Can you hear-", and they just walked through me. I still felt surprised and disappointed.

What is happening to me? I thought i was dreaming, or unconscious. Because a human brain can go crazy in some sircumstances. Maybe i am dead. But no, i could never think anything like this. But.. I just stand there, being unnoticed by people passing by.

I was thinking what could happen. I couldn't make any conclusions though. This is so frustrating for me. I was alone, nobody could help me. It's all useless. Everything that im doing is useless.

It has been 7 days already. I should have calmed down. But i can't take the fact that im.. Nonexistent. I guess. I have cried lots of times now, i don't even care about the fact that im a grown man, married.

Fortunately, i did bring a couple of things. My pens, pencils, and three notebooks. It was supposed to be for writing what would have happened in the "Traveller Project".

The notebooks are all thick. They are all in my slingbag. This slingbag was given from my friends, at my birthday. I remembered they said that i needed something to be organized. Inside there is a pencil case with all the utilities. But i did not bring food. Wait a second.. Food..

I-it's been a week. How? How am i not hungry? This doesnt make sense. 7 days, no food. That is not possible at all. How did i miss this? Maybe i was distracted
But im a scientist. Humans should die without a week of food. Is it because of this dimension?

My thoughts are suddenly stopped because of a kid running through my legs. I was thinking too much, i didn't realise its dark already. I saw the childs mother and father.

They were holding hands, following they're son. I wanted to do that with my wife. I walked on the street. Going home. Even though... Even though nobody would notice me.

It would be nice if i saw the house interiors again. It reminds me of the fun times i had. And now im stuck somewhere, in a dimension. I strolled under the evening sky. Alot of people are walking, probably just ate their dinner. Lots of cars and motorcycles. I couldnt wait to go home. Just for the memories.

When i reached the front yard of my house. My feelings rush in. I opened the door, but my hand just goes through, again. So i stepped inside the door, just going through with ease.

And i arrived in the living room. I could see her, my beloved wife. What is she doing? Why is she sleeping on the couch? She never sleeps there, she would always say it's only for me. But she looks tired. Her eyes. She has puffy eyes. Has she been crying?

I looked around a little, and i saw things on the table next to her. It was a photo album. Our photo album. I saw pictures of me and her, visiting the fuji mountain for research. I see pictures of her taken by me. I saw pictures of me and my coworkers. Has she..

Without noticing, tears fell from my eyes. They trail down to my chin, making my face wet. I fell on my knees, crying even more. I could see her sleeping, in that blanket. I tried to let her now that i was still there, right next to her. But i can't.

Now i felt tired. I crawled up on that couch, laying beside her. Resting both of my arms around her. I hope she could see me again. We would be a better family now. I promised myself. My eyes started to close. I felt tired. And then i fell asleep.

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Heyy guyss... this is the first chapter of this story! (> u <) I hope you enjoyed the story, or maybe your sad. But this is nothin i tell u. NoTHIn! Anyways, please continue reading and thank you for spending your time here with my really weird story! And sorry for the short chapter! I was getting used to wattpad.. Next chapter will be much longer