Inivisible Boy I

I was sitting in my bed late one night when I noticed it. Or, him rather. I had just finished reading a book with a surprizingly well-written ending and I looked up and out my window. I was shocked to see two set of eyes staring back at me. I didn't realize it, but my hand made a sort of wave, and he returned it. I don't know how to get across to you how terrified I was. It's like when your friend picks you up in a car with a guy you don't know, and he starts driving, fast. Sort of an adrenline rush, but you're so scared that you think you might need to stop back home for a change of pants. Or when you get a phone call at school saying your mom is in the hosipital and signs aren't looking good.

I crawled off my bed and went to the other side of my room, so I couldn't be seen by the window. What scared me the most is that window doesn't have a curtain, or shades, or anything to really mask my room. And my bed is right infront of it. My head started to race on how long he had been watching me, if he had just noticed my existance or had he been watching the whole day...or week. Or months. I have never seen him. I told myself, commanded myself to believe it couldn't have been that long. I thought of what I was wearing, and thought about the countless number of times I had absent-mindly undressed in my room in perfect view of that window. Or...done other things.

Slowly I forced myself to look out the window, I hid behind my dresser and carefully peared out. He was gone. Thank god. I relaxed, sighed deeply and leaned back on my bed. Maybe I had just imagined that. I was hoping. It was just my fear from the horror novel I had just read. Just my mind playing tricks on me. But when I opened my eyes, he was there again. My eyes widened and I took a good long look at him. He wasn't pale, but wasn't dark. His hair was dark and uncombed. I couldn't see his eye colour, I avoided them. He couldn't have been older than me. The thought made me blush, then grow mad. What if he had saw me? Wouldn't he have the decensy to stop looking?

He waved again and smiled, his left eye giving a wink, or a twitch. I wasn't sure which. I blushed and waved. He pointed down and I shook my head. There was no way I was coming down to meet him. He frowned and made a pleading gesture. I shook my head again. He shrugged and left his window. I was so releived, you have no idea. That is...until I heard my doorbell. What was I going to do? He knew I was home so I couldn't very well avoid him. I crept down the stairs, though, I don't know how stealthy you can be taking two at a time. I ducked under windows and the door, I tried to look out to see who it was.

No one was there. Now I knew my mind had to be playing tricks. Just HAD to! There was no way this was happening to me. I returned to my room with a glass of water. Still, I avoided my window just incase, I sat down at my computer and found myself checking email, surfing the web, and listening to my music. It amused me when I looked at my Playlist and found I had named it "Pyscho Mix." I even chuckled to myself.

I smiled when I heard the sound of my AIM indecating I had a new message. It was an unfamiliar screen name, but I answered it anyways.

Invisibleboy42090: Hey. Nice night, isn't it?
Paperdoll: It is. Who is this?
Inivisibleboy42090: When asking for one's name, isn't it proper to give your own first?
Who was this kid?
Paperdoll: I suppose. My name is Sam.
Inivisibleboy42090: That's a lovely name, Sam.
Paperdoll: Thank you. Now, what is your name?
Inivisibleboy42090: You don't look like the kind of girl that likes pink, Sam.
I froze. My room is pink.
Paperdoll: Who are you?
Inivisibleboy42090: Just a friend.
Paperdoll: If you don't tell me, I'll block you. Are you the boy next door? Please stop looking through my window, it's rude and creepy.
Inivisibleboy42090: Meet me downstairs.
Inivisibleboy42090 has signed off.

I was terrified. I was literally trembling. The door bell rang again. I didn't budge. It rang once more, still, I didn't budge. That's when I heard the door open.

I fumbled around my room trying to find the key, I gave up and ran to the bathroom but was stopped, my arm was yanked and before I knew what was going on I was pressed against the wall and a tongue was in my mouth. I started pushing, kicking, squirming. My heart was leaping out of my chest and I thought I was going to scream. When he pulled back he looked at me softly and rubbed my cheek. I pressed myself against the wall, my legs were stuck to the ground as if cemented there. "Who are you?" was all I could manage to spit out. I always thought in book when the main character says something like "I didn't know I could ever sound like that" that it sounded corny, but now I could empathize.

"Just a friend" he said again and I swear to you, right before my eyes he vanished. Slowly evaporated into the air around me. My knees buckled and I was left paralyzed on the ground. It took me awhile to snap out of it. I laughed, I laughed loudly because I knew this was just some crazy dream that I was going to wake up from. Then I would forget all about it and walk downstairs to have breakfast. But I wouldn't wake up.