The Girl With The Incurable Disease

All her life, K wondered if she was in fact, invisible. She could not understand why hardly anyone registered her presence. She would be sitting with a group of people, cocking her head to one side as she listens intently to each of them, trying to join in, and yet no one would notice her. No one cared whenever she desperately tried to smile or in extremely rare moments, made any remarks in her feeble, shaking, barely audible voice to add to the conversation to convince herself that she was, indeed alive and perhaps, just maybe, normal.

And yet, if anyone even paid the slightest attention to her, it would be made in the most pitying, awkward and uncomfortable manner that it would make K so miserable, she wished the ground would swallow her up whole. Evey time this happened, it made K so unhappy that she wished she was truly dead so that she would no longer burden other people.

This convinced K that she had an incurable disease, whatever it may be, that condemned her to eternal damnation as a definite loser. A sociopath. A defined anti-social. A failure. A weirdo. A creep. She hated herself and was sorry about herself when the tragic reality was that her presence was never and had never been of any consequence whatsoever to anyone's lives.

And thus, K began to distance herself. Day by day, K built up an impenetrable wall between her and the outside world, which in time, she had little, or no control over. Everyday, hoping like mad that someday, someone would notice and care enough to knock the wall over, cure her and finally render her normal again.

But waiting was fruitless. Because K had no one in this world.