Memoirs of an Invisible Boy

Chapter 5

Hello again, my not so mysterious reader. A lot has happened since my last entry. As you know, you had a lot to do with it. First of all, I want to apologize. I wasn’t myself. I didn’t mean to scare you. Hell, I scared myself. But, I think I’ve finally come to terms with it. Enough at least to relate the events here. I’m starting in the middle again aren’t I? Ok, here we go.

Well, after my last entry, I decided to peek over your shoulder again. The first thing I got was your name. Clara Robinson. Pretty name for a pretty girl! Anyway, I got your email address, and I saw the look of surprise on your face when you got my email message the next day. You replied back with an ICQ address and we arranged to have a chat that night after school. Of course, you signed in from home, while I signed in here in the computer lab. Unbeknownst to you at the time, I recorded the conversation for future reference. I’ll include most of it here, just to make this entry complete.

Invisiboy: Hi, is this Clara?

4eyes: Yes, is this the so called Invisible Boy who’s been writing the journals?

Invisiboy: Guilty, as charged. So, how are you?

4eyes: I’m ok. I just feel a little weird chatting with someone I’ve never met. Are you sure you’re not some sick psycho freak?

Invisiboy: Hmmm, tough question. If I say no – which is the truth – would you believe me?

4eyes: Good point. Well, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt for now. Just don’t try to convince me to meet with you or anything like that ok?

Invisiboy: No problemo. You wouldn’t be able to see or hear me anyway! I’m invisible remember?

4eyes: Yeah, about that. Are you’re really invisible? I’m still not sure if I believe you or not.

Invisiboy: Unfortunately, I am. But, I have no way of proving that to you.

4eyes: Well, you mentioned a lot of pranks as well as the rumour that this school was haunted. But everyone knows that by now. Plus, what you said about Nurse Nancy; that too is now common knowledge. She got busted for prostitution last year.

Invisiboy: Yeah, I know that. I think I was responsible for that.

4eyes: Really? How so?

Invisiboy: Well, remember how I’d been watching her virtually everyday? Well, I just got so horny one day that I just had to touch her. I waited until her client, it was Mr. Nelson that morning, left, and she was going about her clean up routine. I flicked off the lights, and rushed to her side. Well, I certainly didn’t expect her reaction.

4eyes: So, what happened?

Invisiboy: Well, I was kinda hoping she would assume Mr. Nelson had come back in for a repeat performance but instead, she screamed at the top of her lungs. Maybe it was the fact that it wasn’t completely dark in her office, and she could feel something or someone grabbing her boobs.

4eyes: You went straight for her boobs? Wow, you don’t waste much time do you? ;-)

Invisiboy: Hey, be nice! Remember, I’d been watching these boobs for months now, and they were the first boobs I’d ever touched.

4eyes: So, how was it?

Invisiboy: It was…wow! But, I didn’t get much time to enjoy them. She jumped up, screamed, and ran out the door. She drew quite a crowd with her gibbering about cold hands grabbing her in the dark.

4eyes: Cold hands? Eww, I wouldn’t want you touching me! Hehehe

Invisiboy: Hey, give me a break! Remember, I haven’t worn clothes in ages!

4eyes: Hahaha, sorry. Go on. So then what happened?

Invisiboy: Well, like I said, she drew quite a crowd, screaming in the hallway, butt naked. It raised a lot of interesting questions. It ended up with a lot of charges being laid, as well as a lot of suspensions.

4eyes: Yeah, I heard about that. So, you were the one to close down the infamous Nurse Nancy! I heard about it from my sister. That and the rumours of a ghost haunting the school are the reasons I wanted to come here too.

Invisiboy: Yup, that’s me. Still, I regret what happened. I never got my chance with Nurse Nancy! ;-)

4eyes: Eww, be glad you never did. Who the hell wants sloppy seconds!

Invisiboy: lol. Good point!

4eyes: Hey, I just realized something. I don’t know you’re name. I can’t keep referring to you as the invisible boy can I? It’s not some kind of secret is it?

Invisiboy: Of course not. My bad. I should’ve told you a while ago. My name is David. David Green.

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Invisiboy: Hello? You still there?

4eyes: IS THIS SOME KIND OF SICK JOKE?!

Invisiboy: What do you mean? What’s wrong?

4eyes: I knew it! I knew you were too good to be true. Invisible my ass! You’re just some sick psycho who gets his rocks off this stuff. I’m outta here!

Invisboy: Wait! Don’t go! I don’t know what you’re talking about! PLEASE TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG!

4eyes: You said you’re name is David Green? That’s impossible!

Invisboy: Why? Have you heard of me?

4eyes: Of course! The whole school knows about David Green. He committed suicide almost 2 years ago!

Invisiboy: WHAT? That’s impossible. I didn’t commit suicide! I turned invisible! My parents must’ve reported me missing and gave me up for dead!

4eyes: Is that what you think? You better get your facts straight before you try impersonating a student. David’s parents were the one who found him dead! He slit his wrists in the bathtub!

Invisiboy: NO! THAT’S NOT TRUE! YOU’RE LYING! I TURNED INVISIBLE THAT MORNING!

4eyes: David Green killed himself the day after he tried to ask my sister out. She swallowed a bottle of Tylenol cause she blamed herself. They had to pump her stomach out, and she still ended up in the loony farm. SO STOP PRETENDING YOU’RE DAVID GREEN YOU FREAK!!

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OK, I’m going to end it right there. It actually goes on and on. Reading it back, I can’t believe I did that. I think I must be crazy…or maybe just dead. Some of my memories are coming back now. It’s like it was a dream or something. Did I really kill myself? The answer is yes. But if I did, what the hell am I doing here? Well, at least the question of how I turned invisible is now answered. Simple really. That night, after the trip to the Pickering power plant, I came home, ate dinner, and after my parent were asleep, I quietly went into the bathroom and ran myself a hot bath. I undressed and lay down. Then, I used a kitchen knife and cut both forearms from wrist to elbow. I don’t think I remember the pain. Anyway, lying in the warm water, with my life slowly seeping out from me, I fell into an eternal sleep. Or so I thought. My mother found me the next morning. Somehow, I must have blocked out the real memory and made up a totally bogus one. My mother saw my body lying in the tub. Then, she must have felt my icy touch and freaked out. When my father came rushing in, he screamed at the sight of my body, not at the sight of a bathrobe floating in mid air. It’s all coming back to me now.

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That damned janitor again. Every single night…

Why am I here? Why didn’t I go to heaven, or hell, or even purgatory? I don’t know what my religious beliefs are. I don’t even think I have any. Is that why I’m stuck here? Am I a ghost? Or just a restless spirit? I really don’t know.

Robinson, Robinson. I remember now. Your sister is Vicki Robinson right? She really thought my suicide was her fault? How could she? She’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met. She’s also the second girl I ever tried to ask out. I remember now. It was at the Pickering power plant. I tried to talk to her, to ask her out. Some kids in our class overheard and jumped on the bandwagon. Somehow, word of my attempt to ask Jenna Jones out circulated around the school. So, these kids, I don’t even remember who, just decided to jump in and take their 2 cents worth out of my hide. Vicki looked horrified. I think at the time, I mistook her expression for horror and disgust at me. Thinking back now, I think she was horrified at what these kids were doing to me. I think she was on the verge of saying yes when these kids jumped in. Anyway, the rest you know.

You look a lot like your sister, did you know that? Of course, you probably get that a lot. How is she? You mentioned that she tried to kill herself too? I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt her. She was probably the one person in the whole school who was ever nice to me. She doesn’t deserve what happened to her. It wasn’t her fault that I killed myself. The blame lies entirely on me for that. I wish…well, I might as well wish for life, but I wish there was some way I could just explain to her, why I did what I did. But, I guess, I need to understand that for myself first, right? My poor parents. What kind of hell did I put them through? No wonder they’ve never been back to the house. Where are they now? I’m sorry Clara. I must go now…please believe me, I never wanted to hurt or scare you too. You’re the only person who’s ever listened to me. I understand if you never want to talk to me again. Still, I’ll save this file in the same place, in case you ever decide to read it.

Bye for now.

David Green – aka, The Invisible Boy.