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A/N: So back again for another story. This time from Ashley's POV. Invisible is in no way associated with my other stories. It is a work in progress, so bare with me for updating. The song used in the title and in this chapter is (obviously enough) Invisible by Taylor Swift.

All flashbacks are in italics.

Reviews are greatly appreciated, as always. And so I leave you with the beginning of Invisible. Enjoy :)



Everyone wants to be invisible at least one time in their life. Really, why wouldn't you want to?

You can walk right into your teacher's house and dump coffee on the spotless dress she has hanging on her door. The one she's wearing on her date with who she hopes to be Mr. Right. But you don't care. After all, she gave you a D on that book report- something about plagiarism- and you know that was easily an A paper.

You can go out in broad daylight and slash your boyfriend's-ex boyfriend!- tires. Did he not expect karma to catch up with him? And by karma, you mean you. Because just like karma, payback is a bitch. You don't feel guilty- it's what he gets for cheating on you! Plus you're invisible, so it's not like they can prove it was you.

If you are invisible, you can simply just observe life. You don't have to take part in anything; you are merely a fan in the stands, cheering on the team but having no impact on the game.

You're simply a gust of wind; people can hear and feel you- and sometimes they can be simply blown away by you- but for the most part, you're just part of everyday life, something they expect to be there and so they don't give it another thought.

But enough about you, because this is my story. And you may like being invisible, but I'm sick of it. Because I've been invisible for far too long. I'm sick of being an observer. I'm sick of having no impact on other's lives. I'm sick of not being noticed. I'm just sick of being invisible. And that's all I feel when I'm with her. With them.

Taylor Swift must have been staring straight into my soul when she wrote her song Invisible. How else could she so expertly explain what I was going through?

Almost subconsciously, my hand grabs my iPod and I'm shuffling through my songs until I find it. The words flow through my headphones, effectively silencing the outside world, effectively silencing their laughter. But it never can truly shut them out. Nothing can, and not for lack of effort on my part.


I just want to show you, she don't even know you

She's never gonna love you like I want to

But you just see right through me

And if you only knew me

We could be a beautiful, miracle, unbelievable

Instead of just invisible.


Amen, Taylor! Yeah, that's right, her and I are on first name terms…well at least in my fantasy world. The one where everything is perfect, like in those Walgreen's commercials.

And in that world, I'm not invisible. Instead I'm invincible, because I've decided that's much better. Invisible means no one can see you. But invincible…that means no one can harm you, and that's how I wish I was. Because I do get hurt, I am hurt, and it's even worse that she doesn't even know what she's doing to me. She thinks everything is the same, when in fact nothing is.

Oh how I wish it was. How I wish I could go back to the days when life was predictable and safe. How I wish I could go back to when I honestly believed duct tape fixed everything. How I wish I could go back and live in the days before I fell in love with my best friend. Before I fell in love with Spencer Carlin.