I've always faded into the background. Always. Disappearing is so easy that it loses the point altogether. No one would be looking. I doubt anyone would even notice.
That's probably why I'm still here - existing.
I'm afraid. Not of getting lost. Not even of dying. I'm afraid that no one would be looking. I'm afraid that I'd know how truly insignificant I am. Alone and insignificant.
I let the alarm clock ring. It's pointless, really. I rarely sleep. I don't know why I even bother setting that blasted clock. I welcome the shrill ringing regardless.
The water from the shower pours down on me. Hot water stings my skin. It hurts. I stare on the temperature control. I leave it be. I don't care. It makes me feel.
I pass the mirror on my way out of the shower. I catch my reflection and I don't like what I see. I couldn't remember a time that I liked what I saw. Brown, limp hair. Brown flat eyes. Sickly pale skin. Nothing like her. Never like her.
No wonder he doesn't see me.
No wonder they don't see me.
One quick jab and my fist collides with the glass. Red drips down the counter.
A little color never hurts.