Charles wakes up to find that his wife Scarlet is upset and refusing to talk to him. No one at his work or among his friends seems able to see or hear him. He discovers a newspaper mentioning that his friend Pete has been killed, and realizes that somehow he has become invisible. He rushes home hoping to connect with Scarlet one last time and comfort her, though he is unsure if he will ever be able to communicate with her or others again.
Charles wakes up to find that his wife Scarlet is upset and refusing to talk to him. No one at his work or among his friends seems able to see or hear him. He discovers a newspaper mentioning that his friend Pete has been killed, and realizes that somehow he has become invisible. He rushes home hoping to connect with Scarlet one last time and comfort her, though he is unsure if he will ever be able to communicate with her or others again.
Charles wakes up to find that his wife Scarlet is upset and refusing to talk to him. No one at his work or among his friends seems able to see or hear him. He discovers a newspaper mentioning that his friend Pete has been killed, and realizes that somehow he has become invisible. He rushes home hoping to connect with Scarlet one last time and comfort her, though he is unsure if he will ever be able to communicate with her or others again.
Charles wakes up to find that his wife Scarlet is upset and refusing to talk to him. No one at his work or among his friends seems able to see or hear him. He discovers a newspaper mentioning that his friend Pete has been killed, and realizes that somehow he has become invisible. He rushes home hoping to connect with Scarlet one last time and comfort her, though he is unsure if he will ever be able to communicate with her or others again.
My name is Charles Perkins. I am married to Scarlet Perkins, the most beautiful
and kindest woman I’ve seen. I’ve known her for many years now and we tied the knot, exactly 2 months ago in Saint Dustan's Church. Seeing her walking down the aisle was easily the closest I’ve been to Heaven. I woke up this morning with something strangely tricking me. Suddenly she seemed so upset and teary and worst of all, she would not talk to me! She had her breakfast on her own, silent as the grave. In this same manner, she headed towards the living room, where she opened a white memory box and I could sense her troubled soul. She got up and looked in the mirror, wiping her tears: “How could you do this to me?” Downcast, I left. I wasn’t sure why she would pretend I wasn’t there. She could just talk to me and that’s all I wanted. It was probably too early to go to work; nevertheless I drove the usual way to work. There, amongst the appliances at PC World, no one took heed of me coming in. Was it the madness of Boxing Day? When I went to changing room, I saw a tag that read ‘Lewis Loy.’ Who the hell was this Lewis and why would anyone move my belongings without asking for my permission? Immediately, I went upstairs to talk to Mr Moseley, my manager, but he also seemed not to care for my presence. Everything around me made me feel like a helpless bird in a cage. In a fist of anger, I needed to see someone, a friendly shoulder to tell me I’ve done nothing wrong and probably I was just a bit obsessed. Rushed my way down to Pete’s, but no one answered the door, then I took the key from inside the abandoned ornament in a filthy corner on the left and opened the back door. “He must be travelling.” I concluded. On the coffee table I saw a smudgy page of newspaper: ‘Ex boyfriend killed in cold blood.’ All my thoughts exploded into one: “I just need to let her know I’m alright.” I went back home as fast as I could, just to find Scarlet who probably had cried herself to sleep. If I closed my eyes really hard, maybe I could reach and touch her mind, I realised this was the only thing I could do to give her a little comfort. Some of us will choose to use this time to seek revenge, I used it to say goodbye to the one I can’t be sure I’ll ever see again.