Becoming Invisible

Hah! I thought things were spinny then! See note from Uncle: slipped under the door at about 9pm:

“Diegito,
Where are you? You were promised to me. If you are not here in the morning I will find you at school. You’re mine little one. GET USED TO IT. or there’ll be a price to pay.
Tio”

I WILL NOT GET USED TO IT!!!!!!
I won’t.
I won’t go.

Later still,
I’m going. Not there, not to the evil uncle. Just out there somewhere. Somewhere I can hide. And no one knows me.
I’ve packed my bag. Just one. Random stuff.
I should do a checklist and then re-pack. Daniel would. But what will I need?
I’ve got money, that’s cleverly stashed. I won’t say where cos that wouldn’t be so clever.
A torch – I’ve got the handsfree one I got for Christmas a couple of years back. I’ll buy batteries on my way and energy bars and water and maybe cigarettes for trading.
I‘ve been paying attention lately you see actually looking at the Invisibles. The people we normally try so hard not to see.
That’s what gave me the idea, that’s what I want to be – invisible – where better than in the heart of the capital city, on the streets?
Why have I started seeing them? Maybe it’s because I’ve already started to become one of them.
I’m fading away and I’m still here.