Disclaimer: I dun own Glee or The Invisible!
A/N: This story is sort of using the concept from the movie The Invisible, but twisted a bit.
This chapter will be short. Next chapter will probably be pretty long...
Warning: Suicide! Talk of and attempted suicide.
Chapter 1
The Prologue
People forget. It's human nature. Forgetfulness is one of many things that plague the human race and causes trouble. From the simple things like misplacing keys and forgetting the last four digits of a phone number, to the larger things like anniversaries and names of loved ones. But the most tragic of all? Forgetting someone altogether.
Someone passes away and fear arises. What if I forget what they look like? Sounded like? The fears are always smoothed away with comforting words, assuring the dead will never be forgotten. This is true, loved ones are not forgotten. But they fade. The vivid images, sounds, smells... they all fade until only a vague, out-of-focus picture is left in your mind. The antics and mannerisms become nothing but fond stories. The voice, a recording.
It's never really noticed, the process of forgetting, it just happens. One day you simply realize something isn't quite as clear as it use to be. There's a sinking feeling that accompanies the realization, pulling your heart down the slightest bit. You don't want to forget. You want them there.
And so what happens if you have to watch your own existence slipping away?
.o.o.o.o.o.
They had all been called into the choir room at the start of school. The room buzzed with questions and gossip as Miss. Pillsbury stood off to the side, waiting for the rest to enter. No one new why they were called there but they noticed the Unholy Trinity was missing as Mr. Schuester walked, in followed by Principle Figgins. Silence fell.
Their mentor stood before them with envelopes in his hands. His stance was rigid yet the slight twitches of his muscles showed a fluid, continued shudder of sorts wrecking havoc on his body. Face dark and restrained, he cleared his throat. Those closer saw a shine to his dull eyes.
"Everyone," he called out for their attention which was already fixed to him. "I've got some... difficult news." His eyes flickered about the room, taking in each of his students. "Santana-" voice cracking, he coughed to cover the beginnings of a sob, tears surprisingly held in. "Santana committed suicide over spring break."