Finally! I’m not sure what I did or how this happened, but finally! Finally, I can be free, to not be seen. No glares from colluding pupils looking to make a scene. No more undesired encounters with folks that use pain to fuel their laughter. Finally! I can breathe! This is going to be a breeze!

“Ughh,” the sound of light penetrating the cracks amidst the lids of another unwelcomed mourning.

“What day is it?”

“I’m starving.”

I need to get out of here. This cannot be right. This has been going on far too long. What did I do? I’ve literally trapped myself in this room. This dark four-cornered empty depiction of a room. All I see is myself because I wouldn’t let anyone else in. I blocked out every suitor for a friend trying to be ‘the invisible man’. I wanted to be unseen at will, but now no one even notices me. When I speak it’s as if a veil is covering their ears from me. Like no one cares. Like no one knew I was ever there.

I didn’t know being dead would be so… forsaking.