I don’t remember the exact day I discovered I could switch from invisible and visible. Just the day when I couldn’t anymore. The day I permanently became stuck like this. Invisible.

At first, I had my fun with it. You know, the classics: tugging at hair, scaring people, misplacing their possessions. But pretty soon, I got bored with that and people started to notice that I was missing.

My brother was the first one to call the police. Hysteric, he insisted I had been murdered or kidnapped--but let’s be real here, I’m an adult, it would be abducted. They made him file a report and wait. And wait. And wait. And wait.

Meanwhile, my parents were in Hawaii or Fiji or whatever topical paradize they picked out this time with their phones on silent. Honestly, their phones could have been on full ringer and I still wouldn’t expect them to pick up for me. I’ve always been invisible to them. Ironic, huh?

Since I wasn’t going to work--or my boss couldn’t see me there, at least--I lost my job. Lost my apartment too. Now, I camp out in the soggy corner of my brother’s apartment in silence. One tired evening I slipped in with him and have been hiding out ever since.

I know what you’re thinking: why don’t you talk to someone? Explain that you’re still there?

And to answer your question, around the end of week one of staying at my brother’s apartment, I broke my vow of silence. Then, I pretty much talked to him nonstop--until he was involuntarily sent to the physciatric ward of the hospital for hearing voices. It was hard to follow him in there. What, with all the fancy keycards and whatnot. I don’t talk to anyone but myself now.

He’s been gone for a few weeks now. For some reason, he can’t seem to convince the staff that he’s actually sane--though, I guess everyone in that building is trying the exact same. The apartment seems too big without him. My brother doesn’t have any pets or plants, so no one stops by. I’d leave the place myself, but then I’d be condemned to living life locked out. Completely abandoned and alone. So, for now, I’m gonna stick to eating his expired canned foods after I went through everything in his fridge.

It took a long time, but there was something my brother was able to get discharged long enough to attend. My funeral. Despite having enough money to go to Paris five times a year, my parents ‘splurged’ for a petite funeral for their only daughter. The service lasted exactly one hour and that was it. It was already over.

The crowd dispersed, but I stayed, looming over my new gravestone. It had my name engraved on it. Right there. Right above the fresh mound of dirt covering an empty coffin. My foot sunk into the fresh dirt. I suppose this is better than being buried alive. But, I still bit my tongue to keep from screaming.

My brother wasn’t readmitted to the mental hospital. I didn’t sneak back into his apartment and drive him insane again. Instead, I stayed at the graveyard. I sat by my stone and watched as my stone slowly blended into the sea of death around me like I blended into the background of everyone else.

Pretty soon, even my gravestone became invisible.

What’s to be expected, honestly? I did nothing about it. Nothing but curl up next to the freezing chill of the stone and wait for it to become warmer than my flesh as a soft hunger consumed my stomach. And wait. And wait. And wait.

WARNING-Gore

A surprisingly warm day of november. The sun was almost out, the air was still, and the birds sang merry songs. There was still a bit of a chill, but it was nothing a light sweater or jacket couldn't fix.

Down the driveway made of dirt that stretched through the trees and lead to the wide road, she jogged. Her grey running shoes hit the roads pavement at a steady pace, evenly like the tempo to a song. One two three four, one two three four, one two three four. The birds of course didn't know how to follow this tempo.

Down the road she went, counting her steps to herself to help keep her mind busy. She still couldn't help but be distracted by the tall trees covered in orange, gold, and red. While she didnt like the cold very much, she couldn't deny the beauty of fall. She couldn't deny the peaceful runs she took every morning until the ground got cold and icy, until the land was covered in snow. One two three four, one two three four. Sadly, it seemed that the wind was now finally picking up. Just a bit further before she makes her

turn and goes back home. A little wind never hurt anyone.

One two three four, one two three four, one two three. Slowing her pace just a bit she instead began to walk to help herself catch her breath a bit. While giving a quick wave and smile to an elderly couple, most likely also enjoying a quick walk, she continued on her way. One two three four, one two three four, one two-

The tempo stopped. A painful stabbing scream. Followed by a distraught and horrified one. Fearful and concerned she turned around to find the source. The elderly man's body laid there without a head, and his lower half crushed to bits. The woman stood there in fear, and in pain of seeing her husband in such a state. And all she could do was stare while a feeling of sickness and panic creeped its way up her stomach. The elderly woman kneeled down next to her husband, only to have her head hit the road. All the girl could do was watch in horrified sick fear.

The woman was dragged away from her husband, her face scraping against the pavement, and her fingers bleeding from her desperately trying to dig her nails into the road. She was pulled up into the air feet first. The girls heartbeat began to quicken, replacing her steps tempo with a faster one. Seemingly floating in the air, the woman's legs began to spread farther and farther as if being pulled apart. A crack and a pained scream could be heard from her. The girl watched as the woman was slowly being torn in half. One half of the woman dropped, along with some of her insides and blood. Some hanged and dripped from the other half of the woman still in the air. Something slowly pulled the long intestine out, held it up in the air, and slowly lowered it as if there was an invisible hole. The intestine was nowhere to be found, but the girl's fear was found. Horrified and finally finding the will to run, she stumbled back with a quivering lip, wet eyes, and turned to run.

Running as fast as she could, something was flung into the air, just barely missing her. It slammed onto the ground hard, and left a blood splatter across the ground. It was the old man's head, now crushed and flat do to being thrown. Tripping, but catching herself with her hands on the ground, she stumbled and began running again. She didn't want to know what had done that, nor did she care to stop and look, all she knew is she didnt want to end the same way they did.

The wind was picking up again, and a strong gust went by her. She tumbled to the ground, just as the wind met a tree. Watching in a horrified entranced state, the tree was crushed, and splinters of it were sent flying. It was after her. She stood up, running before she even had her balance back, and another tree to the left of her was crushed beyond recognition.

She continued running, sprinting for her life, only to hear a car in the distance. Quickening her pace, she dashed to the sound, hoping they would stop, she was praying. She could see a minivan of some sorts in the distance, the windows were open and she could hear children singing some sort of child's song. Waving her hands and screaming, she began directing herself towards the front of the van. The van slowed down to a stop in front of her, and a man looked out the window with a concerned look.

While stumbling over to the wide of the van to talk to him, the girl heard a creak. There was a slowly forming dent on the side of the car, and she could see the top of the car being pushed inside. Slowly, as the parents watched, the children whimpered and screamed. Right as the man hit the gas, the van was crushed completely. The crushed heap of the van and the people were thrown past her, flying into the trees leaving a loud crash to be heard.

She could feel it. Something. But she couldn't see or hear it. What ungodly creature, thing, whatever it was, what was doing this? She stood there, frozen in fear. A single tear ran down her already wet cheek, and she listened. She listened to the nothingness. No birds singing, no cars driving, no tempo of her feet. She couldn't even hear herself breathing, nor her own thoughts.

And so she stood there, silent, as nothing moved, as nothing spoke.

One two three, one two three, one two three four. The tempo quickened, and she could feel her body being covered by hands. Tearing and ripping at her, her skin being ripped away, her hair being pulled out. But she did not move, and only stood in silent horror as the invisible thing ripped her apart, bit by bit.