Being Invisible

This is a story about becoming invisible, which isn't the humorous or nonsense type of things that i have done quite a lot of. Although obviously, with the subject matter being becoming invisible there is still a fair amount of it that is nonsense.

Being Invisible

Steve and his group of friends had been out playing football in their weekly 5-a side game that had become an integral part of their lives. Wednesday night and they would play their game for an hour or so and then go to the pub for a few beers. Even though they all had work to go to the next morning quite often these would turn into big drinking sessions. Originally, when they had got together to play they all just went home afterwards, and then gradually they started to go to the nearby pubs. At first just for a refreshing soft drink after their exertions but then it slowly built into having a few beers until after a few weeks it was becoming a big night out and everybody looked forward to this part of it more than playing football now.

Steve knew he had been drinking a lot recently on these nights and on a lot of other occasions occasions but whenever he found himself thinking about it too much he would tell himself he was young and everybody else was doing it anyway.

This night there were a few of this group of friends drinking and were slowly getting drunk. Steve and 5 of his friends were there. There had been others who had went home earlier in the evening. So it just left the hardened few. At one point a guy was seen approaching various tables with a bottle of liquid and was chased away. He then approached the table where Steve and his friends were and made an offer. He said he had a bottle of spirits that if you took one mouthful it would make you disappear. Everybody was just about to tell him to go away and leave them alone. Steve, though in his drunken stupor wanted to hear more. When he was sober he liked to try new things so when he was drunk he loved trying things even more and being the centre of attention. The man said he would charge him the same price as he would for a normal drink and that if he took one mouthful it would make him disappear but it wouldn't start working for a few hours and it would only last a few hours. Steve thought this sounded great so he paid the guy and took a swig from his bottle. None of the others could be persuaded so the guy took the remains of his bottle and left. Steve didn't feel any different now and soon forgot about it putting the guy down as some sort of practical joker. After another hour or so the friends all started making their way home. Some into taxi's, others walking, staggering on their way.

Steve just remembered the familiar feeling of his bedroom spinning as his head hit the pillow.

 

 

The next morning Steve woke up and eventually pulled himself out of bed. He was feeling rough. Worse than a normal hangover and he had to drag himself into work somehow. He felt like phoning in and taking a sick day off but he knew that he faced being fired if he was to do that again. He had a quick wash and change of clothes and left quickly for work. He had to leave now or face being late. He looked terrible and felt even worse but made his way down to the bus stop. On his way he said hello to a neighbour, who ignored him. Then he said hello to one of his friends who also ignored him. He was thinking that it was all very weird and not really like them when suddenly he remembered. Invisible in a few hours. That's what he said. Surely not. His bus came and Steve got on and was about to pay his fair but the driver just looked straight through him. As if he wasn't there. He was invisible!        On the way to work he realised he could listen into people's conversations without them knowing he was there. This was an exciting development. He eventually got off to go into his work. Again he went in very close to people and listened to their conversations. He worked in an office and enjoyed working with these people. He wondered what they said in private. Up close he went again, listening, thinking it was really funny. His colleagues were talking about somebody. They weren't taking any prisoners they were being quite vicious. Steve thought that he wouldn't want to be on the end of this sort of venom. Until he realised that he was. It was him they were all talking about. Him that couldn't be bothered turning up again. Him that was always drunk. Him that they had to do a lot of extra work because of the mistakes he caused. Steve was in shock. He thought they were friends but he was so wrong. He started to make his way out of the office and he heard his boss say that Steve wasn't in again, so this time he really will be sacked. No last chances. Steve wanted to say that he was already here but he couldn't. Nobody knew.

Steve left the office and started to wander around. He was feeling very sorry for himself. He was sacked. His former colleagues all hated him without him even knowing and all because he couldn't help himself. He had to have a drink, get drunk, and then have this substance that it turns out does make you go invisible after all. The guy said that the affects only last for a few hours so he was hoping he would be visible soon.

Steve had walked around aimlessly long enough and started to make his way towards home. At least he could go there and wallow in his misery. On his way he seen two of his friends who he had been out with the night before. They also looked pretty rough, although at least they could be seen, unlike Steve. He went in closer. He wasn't sure if he should listen in after what he overheard the last time but he just wanted to hear what they were saying because unbelievably his two friends looked very emotional. Almost in tears. Certainly not like them. Usually they came across as quite hard. Steve listened in and heard his own name mentioned again. He thought surely they can't have heard that he'd been sacked already. Then he heard the words. Steve's dead. His first reaction was that it was another Steve but then he heard them both saying that they had been contacted by the police because they had been seen out drinking the night before and the police had wanted to check on all the drinkers in three separate pubs. It seems that a man had been spotted in a few pubs preying on really drunk customers and asking to take a drink to make them go invisible. But it really did make them go invisible. They were dead in hours. He was a mentally unstable guy who was giving people a slow working poison. It turned out that as well as Steve another two people in different pubs had died before somebody in a fourth pub had phoned the police about the man. Steve let out a howl. Of grief. Of pity. Of stupidity.

Steve ran as fast as he could to get back home. He got into his bedroom and sadness nearly choked him as he witnessed his mum and dad and brothers and sisters all crying loud cries as he still lay so still on his bed.

Steve and his mum seemed to say these words at the exact same time.

"what a waste"

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CheyenneAutumn 5 years ago

Drinking, smoking and drugs are "subtle suicide" .. in this case it was too true.

Great story, my friend.


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michael ely 5 years ago from Scotland Author

Hi Laurie, Glad you liked it. Thanks a lot for commenting. Michael.


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lmmartin 5 years ago from Alberta and Florida

Great story. Too many of us end up invisible.


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michael ely 5 years ago from Scotland Author

Hi Immartin, Thanks for reading and commenting on this. Much appreciated. Michael.


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mylife=adventure 5 years ago from Wisconsin

I have no problem being invisible, actually prefer it rather than to be visible. I'm a little goofy that way. Great story though some people can really relate to it I'm sure.


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michael ely 5 years ago from Scotland Author

Hi mylife=adventure, I'm glad you liked this story. Thanks for commenting. Michael.


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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

Hi Michael that was a fun story. I have to point out that when he woke up in the morning he had a quick wash, then had to leave or face being late. He looked terrible. How could he look terrible if he was invisible. No one else could see him and he would have had no reflection in the mirror. I hope you will find this amusing, as i did. This is a great piece of creative writing, really enjoyable mate. Cheers.


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michael ely 5 years ago from Scotland Author

Hi attemptedhumour, Thanks for reading and commenting. Glad you liked the story. Yes, i think i've probably left a few gaps in the story. Originally i was going to say that he could see himself but nobody else could and that was the reason for seeing himself in the mirror, but in my haste i have left out some of these important details! Cheers. Michael.


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gachapoz 5 years ago

An enjoyable read :)


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michael ely 5 years ago from Scotland Author

Hi gachapoz, Thanks for reading and commenting. Cheers. Michael.


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lyndapringle 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

I loved this story! That ending was a great plot twister! I was bopping along thinking this would be a story about a man finding out who his friends really were and finding out about the truth of the characters of others. To my surprise, it turned out to be a story about the fatal flaws in his own character. However, it is not a totally sad ending. At least there is an after life for Steve. It doesn't end in nothingness. He still gets to roam around (unless the potion does wear off). Good story about character being one's destiny.


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lyndapringle 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

I shared this one on my Facebook account and Twitter - it's that good!


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michael ely 5 years ago from Scotland Author

Hi lyndapringle, Thanks a lot for following me and for your comments about this Hub. These comments are really appreciated.

Michael.


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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

Hi Michael i remember reading this silly, but throughly entertaining story. After reading it it made me realise that daft stories do belong on this writing forum, for some readers anyway. Many other writers on hubpages have inspired me too, but this story had a big impact on my future output and for that i salute and thank you. Cheers.


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michael ely 5 years ago from Scotland Author

Hi attemptedhumour, First of all thanks for all your comments on my various Hubs today. They are all very welcome and appreciated. Thanks for the comment on this one. I'm really glad if it had an impact on your hubs and i have always been impressed by your writing. Yes, sometimes i just feel like writing different types of things, whether it's daft stories or poems or more serious or factual hubs but writing this was quite good as i felt i just wandered on, making up nonsense in my head as i went.

Thanks. Michael.

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