Invisible (final chapter)

[KendraHawk]

Hello everyone! Sorry for the long wait, I've been busy writing The Hunger Games Sara and I are making, and I've been busy IRL too. I'm not sure if anyone actually likes this story or not, but I decided to end it here. In my opinion, this chapter is kind of rushed, very short and not as good as the others because I lost inspiration and didn't know what to write, and that's why I ended it here. Here are the links to the other chapters if you haven't read them already: https://brokenlens.xyz/forums/threads/invisible-my-story.11910/ https://brokenlens.xyz/forums/threads/invisible-chapter-2.12208/
Now you can go read it! vvv

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I feel the swing next to me start to wobble, and I turn to the side. There's a girl, around my age, with short light brown hair and emerald green eyes. She's wearing grey leggings and an oversized jumper. I quickly turn away as I see her look up from the ground. I can feel her eyes staring at me and my cheeks begin to feel hot.
"Hi," she murmurs awkwardly, looking back down at the ground. "Are you OK? You look like you've been crying. My name's Alex, by the way."
I look up and stare at her. This might be the first time a stranger has spoken to me, and I'm not sure if that's a good thing. Ever since my sister died, I haven't made any friends. My dad left us when I was just born, and my sister passed about a year ago. Now it's just me and my Mum. The reason I've been ignoring her is because we got into a huge argument about not having enough money to keep our house after my Mum got fired from her job a week ago, but I don't want to move out because our house reminds me of my sister.

I take a deep breath and finally answer. "Yes, I was crying, but don't make a big deal about it." I tell her.

I talk to her for a while, but then the sun starts to set, and she tells me she has to go home. We say goodbye, and then she leaves.

I start to head back home but my legs feel really stiff. I make myself start running back or I'll never get back home. I'm so tired that I feel like I'm about to collapse at any moment but I force myself to keep running.

After about fifteen minutes, I reach home. I managed to do it despite me being extremely tired. I climb through my bedroom window and when I get to my bed, I fall onto it with exhaustion. I'm home. After a couple of minutes, I drift off to sleep.

But my nap is soon interrupted by a slight movement on the bed. I look up to find my Mother, looking down at me and smiling slightly. She pulls me into a hug, and I scowl and push her away. She looks a little hurt, but then she puts her hands on mine.
"I tried to tell you earlier but I couldn't because you weren't in your room." She says, still smiling. That means it can only be good news.
"So, you know that I was fired last week?" I nod. I just want to find out what the news is! "Well, I got a job!" She shouts, happily. She then starts dancing around the room.
I sit there unfazed by the situation, then it hits me. "Wait, what? Oh my gosh, YES!" I smile brightly and hug her we have a celebration and then we hug again.

I lean into her chest, happy tears streaming down my face while my hands clutch at her dress. She holds me in silence, rocking me slowly as my tears soak her shirt. It's all too much for me in one day. I have my mother back. And that is enough for me.

 

[SaraLanceCanary]

Hello everyone! Sorry for the long wait, I've been busy writing The Hunger Games Sara and I are making, and I've been busy IRL too. I'm not sure if anyone actually likes this story or not, but I decided to end it here. In my opinion, this chapter is kind of rushed, very short and not as good as the others because I lost inspiration and didn't know what to write, and that's why I ended it here. Here are the links to the other chapters if you haven't read them already: https://brokenlens.xyz/forums/threads/invisible-my-story.11910/ https://brokenlens.xyz/forums/threads/invisible-chapter-2.12208/
Now you can go read it! vvv

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I feel the swing next to me start to wobble, and I turn to the side. There's a boy, around twelve years old, with messy, light brown hair and emerald green eyes. His trousers are ripped at the knee (I don't think it's a fashion thing, it looks more like they're old and worn out) and his trainers are filthy. I quickly turn away as I see him look up from the ground. I can feel his eyes staring at me and my cheeks begin to feel hot.
"Hi," He murmurs awkwardly, looking back down at the ground. "Are you OK? You look like you've been crying. My name's Alex, by the way."
I look up and stare at him. This might be the first time a stranger has spoken to me, and I'm not sure if that's a good thing. I can't trust anyone, ever, not after what happened with my Mother. If you don't know, my Father is dead. I trusted my Mother when she said he was getting better and that he would have five more years to live, and that was the day before he passed. Do you understand why I hate her now? Good.

I've been thinking of running away, but I'll miss my sister. She's my only friend and I don't know what to do anymore.

I used to be really badly bullied (I still am, people make fun of me on the streets. Once I was told to get off the pavement because I was to ugly), but my Mother took me out of school and now I'm homeschooled. I've even been told to kill myself before. I didn't care, though, I just laughed at them. As if I'm going to do what they say! I'm not ready to die anyway, even if I hate my life, I dream of a day where I can finally be happy. That will probably never happen, though. I must have done something really bad in my past life to have to suffer in my current life.

I take a deep breath and finally answer. "I wasn't crying, I just had something in my eye." I lie. I don't want him to find out about me, I can't trust him, he's just like the rest. They're all the same. I can't trust anyone. "And m-my name's E-Elvira." I give a nervous laugh and fake a smile. I don't want him to find out, I can't trust him, he's exactly like the rest. They're all the same. I can't trust anyone
"Uh, are you sure? You don't have to be embarrassed to admit." He replies, trying to make me feel better, but it obviously didn't work. It just makes me angry. I jump off the swing and land on the ruff grass. Anger builds up inside of me.
"Crying is for the weak!" I yell. By now, everyone's eyes were on me. I run away from him, trying to get to the road and back to my house. My vision starts blurring and can't do it anymore. I fall to the ground, exhausted. I put my hands on my ears to block out the cries of children and adults around me. I feel someone put a comforting hand one my shoulder and my eyelids begin to droop. Then I black out.

I awake in the same place where I passed out and it's completely dark. The first drops of rain begin to fall, and I should be heading home. My family will be worried sick, not that I care, though.

I push myself up and I look around at the playground. It's completely empty and kind of scary, in a way. All the trees stand silent and dark, blocking most of my view. The branches bend as the wind howls and blows them from side to side. The storm clouds are covering the bright stars, making it nearly impossible for me to see anything. I hear thunder rumbling in the distance. I feel scare for once, my mind is already imagining what would happen to me if I don't get home soon. I shudder at the thought.

I start to head and home but my legs feel really stiff. I make myself to start running back or I'll never get back home. I feel like I'm about to collapse again at any moment but I force myself to keep running.

After about fifteen minutes, I reach home. I managed to do it despite me being extremely tired. I climb through my bedroom window and when I get to my bed, I fall onto it with exhaustion. I'm home. After a couple of minutes, I drift asleep.

But my sleep is soon interrupted by a slight movement on the bed. I look up to find my sister, Olivia, looking down at me and smiling slightly. She pulls me into a hug, and I scowl and push her away. She looks a little shocked and hurt, and she puts her hands on mine.
"I'm so sorry," she sobs. "I tried to tell you earlier but I couldn't because you wouldn't let me in." She hugs me again and this time I grab her shoulders.

"What's wrong? What happened? Tell me, Olivia, tell me!" I yell at her. My mind starts thinking of the worst things that could have happened. "It's Mother, s-she's gone.." She says, then breaks down in tears again. "What do you mean she's gone?" I scream. "What happened to her?" I stare out my bedroom window, silent tears running down my face. "She went out looking for you when you didn't answer her and you weren't in your room. She didn't come back, and it turns out she was in an accident. Four hours after she left, a police officer came to the door bringing me the news." I already knew what she was gonna say. I cove my ears, not wanting to hear the words, but Olivia takes my hands off. "She didn't survive, Elvira." It's as if there is now a giant hole in my heart because I know nothing will ever be the same.

I scream and try to run away from her, but she holds me back and hugs me. "She's gone, Elvira," She keeps on whispering to me, "She's gone."

I hug Olivia and sob into her chest. "It's not her being dead that makes me most upset, it's the fact that I never got to tell how much she meant to me, and how much I love her. And that the last thing I said to her was to go away because I didn't need her." I gasp for air and then begin to sob again. "I'm the worst daughter anyone could ever wish for!" Olivia hugs me and comforts me, but nothing will ever change the fact that my Mother and Father are gone.

As Olivia rocks me back and forth on her lap, I catch a glance of myself in the mirror. I look like death and I don't care, nor will I ever.

I cry into her chest, my hands clutching at her dress. She holds me in silence, rocking me slowly as my tears soak her shirt. It's all too much for me, I'm only an eleven year old girl, but apparently that doesn't matter to people. To them, your age is only a number and that's one of the reasons why girls hide behind fake stupidity. And that's all I am, a girl, why the heck can't people just see me like that?

THAT WAS AWESOME! I love it!
Please continue it ;-;

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[Snowy]

Hello everyone! Sorry for the long wait, I've been busy writing The Hunger Games Sara and I are making, and I've been busy IRL too. I'm not sure if anyone actually likes this story or not, but I decided to end it here. In my opinion, this chapter is kind of rushed, very short and not as good as the others because I lost inspiration and didn't know what to write, and that's why I ended it here. Here are the links to the other chapters if you haven't read them already: https://brokenlens.xyz/forums/threads/invisible-my-story.11910/ https://brokenlens.xyz/forums/threads/invisible-chapter-2.12208/
Now you can go read it! vvv

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I feel the swing next to me start to wobble, and I turn to the side. There's a boy, around twelve years old, with messy, light brown hair and emerald green eyes. His trousers are ripped at the knee (I don't think it's a fashion thing, it looks more like they're old and worn out) and his trainers are filthy. I quickly turn away as I see him look up from the ground. I can feel his eyes staring at me and my cheeks begin to feel hot.
"Hi," He murmurs awkwardly, looking back down at the ground. "Are you OK? You look like you've been crying. My name's Alex, by the way."
I look up and stare at him. This might be the first time a stranger has spoken to me, and I'm not sure if that's a good thing. I can't trust anyone, ever, not after what happened with my Mother. If you don't know, my Father is dead. I trusted my Mother when she said he was getting better and that he would have five more years to live, and that was the day before he passed. Do you understand why I hate her now? Good.

I've been thinking of running away, but I'll miss my sister. She's my only friend and I don't know what to do anymore.

I used to be really badly bullied (I still am, people make fun of me on the streets. Once I was told to get off the pavement because I was to ugly), but my Mother took me out of school and now I'm homeschooled. I've even been told to kill myself before. I didn't care, though, I just laughed at them. As if I'm going to do what they say! I'm not ready to die anyway, even if I hate my life, I dream of a day where I can finally be happy. That will probably never happen, though. I must have done something really bad in my past life to have to suffer in my current life.

I take a deep breath and finally answer. "I wasn't crying, I just had something in my eye." I lie. I don't want him to find out about me, I can't trust him, he's just like the rest. They're all the same. I can't trust anyone. "And m-my name's E-Elvira." I give a nervous laugh and fake a smile. I don't want him to find out, I can't trust him, he's exactly like the rest. They're all the same. I can't trust anyone
"Uh, are you sure? You don't have to be embarrassed to admit." He replies, trying to make me feel better, but it obviously didn't work. It just makes me angry. I jump off the swing and land on the ruff grass. Anger builds up inside of me.
"Crying is for the weak!" I yell. By now, everyone's eyes were on me. I run away from him, trying to get to the road and back to my house. My vision starts blurring and can't do it anymore. I fall to the ground, exhausted. I put my hands on my ears to block out the cries of children and adults around me. I feel someone put a comforting hand one my shoulder and my eyelids begin to droop. Then I black out.

I awake in the same place where I passed out and it's completely dark. The first drops of rain begin to fall, and I should be heading home. My family will be worried sick, not that I care, though.

I push myself up and I look around at the playground. It's completely empty and kind of scary, in a way. All the trees stand silent and dark, blocking most of my view. The branches bend as the wind howls and blows them from side to side. The storm clouds are covering the bright stars, making it nearly impossible for me to see anything. I hear thunder rumbling in the distance. I feel scare for once, my mind is already imagining what would happen to me if I don't get home soon. I shudder at the thought.

I start to head and home but my legs feel really stiff. I make myself to start running back or I'll never get back home. I feel like I'm about to collapse again at any moment but I force myself to keep running.

After about fifteen minutes, I reach home. I managed to do it despite me being extremely tired. I climb through my bedroom window and when I get to my bed, I fall onto it with exhaustion. I'm home. After a couple of minutes, I drift asleep.

But my sleep is soon interrupted by a slight movement on the bed. I look up to find my sister, Olivia, looking down at me and smiling slightly. She pulls me into a hug, and I scowl and push her away. She looks a little shocked and hurt, and she puts her hands on mine.
"I'm so sorry," she sobs. "I tried to tell you earlier but I couldn't because you wouldn't let me in." She hugs me again and this time I grab her shoulders.

"What's wrong? What happened? Tell me, Olivia, tell me!" I yell at her. My mind starts thinking of the worst things that could have happened. "It's Mother, s-she's gone.." She says, then breaks down in tears again. "What do you mean she's gone?" I scream. "What happened to her?" I stare out my bedroom window, silent tears running down my face. "She went out looking for you when you didn't answer her and you weren't in your room. She didn't come back, and it turns out she was in an accident. Four hours after she left, a police officer came to the door bringing me the news." I already knew what she was gonna say. I cove my ears, not wanting to hear the words, but Olivia takes my hands off. "She didn't survive, Elvira." It's as if there is now a giant hole in my heart because I know nothing will ever be the same.

I scream and try to run away from her, but she holds me back and hugs me. "She's gone, Elvira," She keeps on whispering to me, "She's gone."

I hug Olivia and sob into her chest. "It's not her being dead that makes me most upset, it's the fact that I never got to tell how much she meant to me, and how much I love her. And that the last thing I said to her was to go away because I didn't need her." I gasp for air and then begin to sob again. "I'm the worst daughter anyone could ever wish for!" Olivia hugs me and comforts me, but nothing will ever change the fact that my Mother and Father are gone.

As Olivia rocks me back and forth on her lap, I catch a glance of myself in the mirror. I look like death and I don't care, nor will I ever.

I cry into her chest, my hands clutching at her dress. She holds me in silence, rocking me slowly as my tears soak her shirt. It's all too much for me, I'm only an eleven year old girl, but apparently that doesn't matter to people. To them, your age is only a number and that's one of the reasons why girls hide behind fake stupidity. And that's all I am, a girl, why the heck can't people just see me like that?

I love this story. ^~^

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[TheMercDP]

Too lazy to read lol, could someone summarize the story in Spoilers? I want to see if someone dies.

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[LaurenDmm300 v. 2.0]

I feel like this is based off actual feelings ._.

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[KendraHawk]

I feel like this is based off actual feelings ._.

Nope, it isn't. I just decided to write it to show that this is what's happening to people right now and you should always be grateful for everything you have.

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