Inference

I think I'm feeling a new kind of emotion. Shock doesn't quite describe it, neither does confusion. Flabbergasted comes closest, I guess. All I know is that for the first time since going unnoticeable, somebody, besides my parents, has noticed me.

Maya Sanders of the photography club. She did it by pointing her camera at me. She could seemingly only see me through her camera. And once she saw me she didn't just forget again like how it happens when I simply blink.

Coming home I slammed the door shut and leaned back onto it. My mom came to the door and looked at me.

"What's the matter? Were you actually run-over this time?" she asked, half worried and half jokingly.

"Somebody saw me," I simply told her.

She blinked. "Sorry, what?" she asked clearly unable to believe it herself.

"Somebody at school saw me," I repeated. "I don't think they knew who I was but they definitely saw me."

"Oh, but this is great!" she said hugging me. "This could finally be the end of it!"

I smiled at her wryly, "Could it though?"

"Oh, come now, every time is different..." she said.

"I'm not getting my hopes up."

"If you're not going to hope, then what's the point of things like this happening?"

"I've been disappointed enough to know that it's a bad idea to do so." I said firmly, and with that I trudged off to my room, the emotion now completely gone.

Of course this has happened before, of course it amounted to nothing in the end. My teachers, Daniel, Manas... Sometimes even my Dad. To be fair to him, we don't see much of him either. Working as a scientist can sometimes be demanding, I suppose. I slumped onto my bed. The more I thought about the situation the more my spirits fell.

Maya of all people, was certainly doomed to not remember. We barely talked to each other when I joined the school, and over the time I was noticeable, she seemed to spend most of her time avoiding and looking away from me. Manas used to say that I had a knack for pushing away people who think I'm worth their trouble. I always wondered if he was insulting me or himself. Man, what I wouldn't give to hear his and Dan's snappy remarks now, they'd probably bury my blues so deep they'll fall on top of me again, wanting me to get them to shut up.

I miss casually talking to people. People my age; carefree and mischevious. This thing started two months ago, when people, one-by-one, seemed to stop acknowledging my presence. At first it felt like a joke, but then it eventually dawned on me. I felt distressed, and it was thanks to my parents I managed to remain sane. Then there were little events where people spontaneously acknowledged me. But even those only lasted a few moments, the longest being Manas' which lasted a day, one week after everybody in school could no longer see me. Ever since then I've been alone, a silent being walking around the places he frequented and felt comfortable at.

Man, I really am doing no favours to the 'not-a-ghost' hypothesis, am I?