Invisible Girl

Music floated down the stairs.
The girl sat alone.
There was a party upstairs, but the girl wished to be alone.
These days, nobody talked to her, or asked her questions.
No one asked her if she was having a good day, or maybe a bad day, like all days seemed to be.
She just drifted around, feeling invisible to the rest of the world.
Was she content?
No she was not, but she thought she better be content, otherwise things could probably be worse than they were.
Who cared about her?
It seemed like no one.
Who knew her thoughts?
No one except herself.
She had closed herself into a box, and shut the light of day out of her life.
She could be upstairs partying, but no, she sat alone in the darkened living room on the well worn grey sofa.
Her life was colourless.
Suddenly out of the grey, came a figure.
Quietly he sat next to her, took her hand and held it in his big one.
“I understand” he said simply.
Startled she looked into his face, meeting his eyes.
“I know how you feel.”
She continued to stare into his eyes, searching for answers to her many questions.
“Come”
She allowed herself to be pulled up off the sofa.
He led her upstairs to where the party was in full swing.
Nobody noticed the duo.
“You’ll be happier here”
She turned around to study the party, and when she turned back, he was gone.
Happier? Never.
It was impossible. In yet…
In the back of her mind she wondered if it was possible to be happy.
The thought grew on her.
Was it possible?
Apprehensively she began to walk across the room.
Still, she was unnoticed.
Reaching the other side, she suddenly made a decision.
She could be happier than she was, she WOULD be.
Trying to smile, she stepped forward, just as a boy walked toward her, arms outstretched. He wrapped his arms around her, and hugged her, whispering in her ear.
“I’m so glad you’re here”