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Invisible


The summer sun shone down on the rosy faces of the children galloping around the old dusty road, My brother smiled over at me, A game of freeze tag had begun. All I had to do was run. Run until I couldn't run anymore. Run from the possibility Of being caught. Trapped forever in this form Trying to escape, From the void, That is my body. I wouldn't let that happen. I ran. My feet sinking into the hard ground, Then pushing back out as fast as they could, To just barely avoid the reaching hands. My thin legs working as hard as they could, Slightly bending and twisting In the air as I flew. I closed my eyes And felt the wind, My heart, And the presence of a person behind me. Suddenly, A piercing pain, I fell to the ground. Time seemed to stop. All I could hear was my heart. The beating like a drum Echoed through my entire body. Gradually slowing, Getting slower, And slower, Until it stopped. I stood to tell everyone that I was OK, And that I just ran into a tree. But I didnt. I looked down at my lifeless body. Limp and pale. I wanted to grab it, Shake it, Force myself back into this shoe that was now too small. I saw a car, The children, I saw my brother, That was too small to understand. His frail bones crumpled to the ground. I wanted to carry him into bed, Tell him it was okay And make him laugh again. But my hands fell through him, And I felt I was hurting him more. The children cleared in a panic to tell their parents. We were alone. I sat next to him Invisible.
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