authoressnebula, Fading Away, 1/1, Orig. fic, Prompt #62, PG-13

[authoressnebula.livejournal.com]

Wow, I'm posting before Saturday! But only because I'm leaving in a little bit to visit a friend out of state for the weekend, so...

Yeah. Getting it in now.

Title: Fading Away
Prompt: #62 - Solitary Confinement for tamingthemuse
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Original Fiction
Summary: She's losing her mind.
Wordcount: 777

My take on one of those things people think would be so cool to be able to do, but...fantasy is cruel as a reality.

She's losing her mind.

Two years ago, it wouldn't have been a problem. Just a quick touch and go, enough to fool around and have fun, then laugh with friends about the anonymous deed she'd 'just heard' about. Good times.

Nothing like this.

One year ago, things had started slipping. She'd done a quick touch, and found herself alienated for a week. Her teachers had called her parents, her parents had freaked, and when she'd finally come back, she'd had to make up a grandiose story about having taken a trip with a friend, even though she hadn't gone anywhere. She'd been grounded, and the irony of the word and double meaning hadn't been lost on her. The teachers were surprised when she turned in her homework for the week she'd been gone, though no one had told her the assignments. She'd been in class. She'd gone home and done the homework.

That hadn't been the problem.

Through the year, things had steadily gotten worse. She'd started leaving notes, saying Don't worry, I'll be fine and I wish I could explain, but it's...difficult and I love you. I'm sorry. She'd written that last one two months ago. When she'd been solid, but had felt her grip slipping away.

Now, her hands are still solid to her, but to everyone else, she's nothing. She walks around, leaves messes behind, bewildering people all over. She's the ghost who never died, and it drives her crazy. She'll be insane by the time this cruel solitary confinement is over (if it's ever over), but it doesn't matter. It's not as if they can hear her when she talks to herself, to convince herself that someone still hears her.

It's not as if they can hear her scream.

She doesn't go to school anymore. There's no point. No student in the class equals no student on the rosters, and there's no grades, no diplomas, nothing. She'll never graduate high school, never go to college.

There's no real point, anyways. It's not as if she could get a job. And money isn't lacking. Nothing's lacking anymore, not to her and her ability. She tried it once, to see if the cameras in the security rooms would pick her up. Something. Anything. But nothing happens. She can still pull open doors, push through into places, but that's it. If there's an automatic door, she has to wait until someone comes by to open it. Someone that can be seen.

The doors to dressing rooms don't even give their cheerful ding that someone's walked through, and she always hated that sound anyways, but it still sucks.

She can take and have anything she wants. Jewelry, clothes, food, even a car, though she has to be careful there. Still, she can slip in, an invisible thief, and have it all. She thought once she'd like that, like to not be constrained by money, to do whatever she wanted and have anything she pleased.

She doesn't care anymore. She just wants someone to talk to her, to acknowledge her, to see her.

She's leaving home in a week. She always wanted to see the country, see the world, and she's decided that one way or another, she'll do it. Just...not the way she'd planned.

But she can't stay home anymore. Her room hasn't been touched since she 'left', and her mom cleans it once a week, just in the case that maybe, one day, she'll 'come home'. She never left. They act as if she has, though. Her mom cries, her brother hides his own tears with anger, and her dad is silent. They're a grieving family for a girl who isn't really gone, but to them, she could be miles away, planets away, dead.

Staying isn't an option anymore. If she stays in the house, she'll go mad. Madder. She has to get out.

She's not taking anything with her. Her wallet, just in the hopes that if she turns visible again in the middle of a Chinese street, she'll have a means of ID to get home. She doesn't think that'll ever happen, though. Nothing's really changed, and nothing's ever going to change.

She'll be the thing no one can see or hear or touch or smell, the invisible girl in the visible world. She can't even see herself in a mirror anymore, and some days, she's convinced that it's just the wind that's moved things she touches. It's not really her, because she doesn't exist anymore, not to the world, not to her family and friends, and now, she's starting to not exist even to herself.

And slowly, she's losing her mind.

~Nebula

Comments

[umbralillium.livejournal.com]

*stares* Dude, that's...creepy. *shudders* But very well written. Awesome job, love! : )

[authoressnebula.livejournal.com]

*giggles madly* Really? Quite truly? *is all pleased now*

~Nebula

[umbralillium.livejournal.com]

EEEEE! NEBS! *TACKLEGLOMP!* I've missed you, baby. *clings like an octopus*

[authoressnebula.livejournal.com]

*purrs under the tackleglomp* Oh I've missed you too darling, I've very much missed you too.

(And I should be studying and doing all sorts of things like homework but I'm not so HA. ~_^)

MWAH!

*clings back like an octopus-thing*

~Nebula

[dangerous-47.livejournal.com]

Oh my gods. Eeeek.

What happened to her? Did she go all invisible like that girl in Buffy? That's creepy.

[authoressnebula.livejournal.com]

*is quite happy that I got the creepiness across*

I'm not really sure how she came to be invisible, if she was like the invisible girl from Buffy, if she was a hero like in Heroes, a psychic child from Supernatural...I don't really know how she got her powers. But she spoke to me via my muse, and I had to write it out. And I'm very glad you liked it sweets!

~Nebula