Overcast

It's a heavily overcast day and she was placed into an overgrown field of brown grass. The wind is still and the animals are quiet. Not even a cricket is heard to give off their soft lullabyes.

She stands there, a small breeze of wind flows through for just a second, pushing her dress into the wind. She turns in a circle, no one is there, but she can feel someone watching her.

Where she has come from no one knows. They wonder what her next move will be.

She stands there paralyzed, touching her arm as though she were cold, but it's not cold, she just did it for comfort. There are no markers of direction. There are trees in a distance, in every direction.

"Make your move." She heard a voice come from no where as though it were over a speaker system.

Her eyes looked around, which way should she step? Was anyone even near here? Who would she find? If she found someone, would they be someone in passing or would they be someone who would help carry her if she felt weak?

Rain drops started to drip drip drip from the sky.

"This is what you make it." She told herself, "just take the first step." she didn't know why that first step was so hard. She could see the ground all around, yet she still felt like she was going to fall in that first step.

She stared at the ground.

"Move."

She kept staring, her legs frozen in place.

"Go. What are you waiting for?" She heard the voice.

"If it's so easy for you, then you do it. Leave me alone. I'll move when I'm ready to move."

"Using your voice is scary isn't it?" The voice said.

"Why is it so hard? Why is this so hard? It doesn't make sense, it's words, words fall from my lips like nothing, they are meaningless."

"They don't have to be."

"But they are. What good are words if no one can hear them?"

"Step."

"I can't."

"You can, but you wont. There's a difference."

"I wont."

"Ask for help."

"No."

"You're going to die if you just stand here and don't take that step."

"Maybe it's better this way, at least I'd die knowing I wouldn't bother anyone."  She said.

"Is that really what you are afraid of? Bothering someone? Is that why you can't step?"

She sat in the grass. Standing was exhausting.

"No."

"Then what is it?"

"I'm invisible. No one can hear me. No one can see me. " Suddenly the surroundings changed from sitting in a field to her sitting on a concrete sidewalk in the middle of a busy city. Cars honking horns, people walking straight by her, their eyes focused past her, some tripping over her as they walk by, though they looked, they saw nothing and continued walking.

"Take a step." The voice said.

"Why? For what purpose."

"You'll discover it."

"I doubt it."

"You have one."

"Do I? Really? Cuz I don't think so."

"Just take a step."

"I can't."

"Yes you can."

"I don't know how to walk."

"Ask for help."

"No one can see me."