Henry enjoyed the hot day.

When it got cold, he didn’t know what he was going to do—probably, wear a ski mask and sunglasses.

It took some getting used to—walking around naked. His junk hung freely, and the fresh breeze made him feel like a man.

Henry coated his pole with sunscreen. He learned the hard way, two weeks ago, when it was 90 degrees.

He would wave to beautiful women, (without his control).

He didn’t use his hands.

God punished him, by burning it like a hot dog.

Another thing, Henry refused to take his pills. He couldn’t live without the power of being invisible. Despite feeling lonely, and more insane by the day, he didn’t want to become visible again.

Besides, he wasn’t sure the pills would work.

He gave one to his cat, Max, and Max went insane and died of a stroke, or a heart attack. Henry didn’t know which one, but his cat wasn’t breathing, and it was experimental medication.

He believed those pills, that were meant to make him “normal”, were actually poison. At least, he told himself that, and that’s why he didn’t take them.

Henry couldn’t trust them, but he would have to take them, if he wanted to meet with his girlfriend.

He suspected that she was cheating on him.

She kept getting text messages from some guy.

In fact, she blamed his insomnia for the reason why they were having “relationship problems”.

Henry switched apartments too—shortly after his murderous escape. There had been three fully-armed military personnel knocking on his door.

When he answered in the nude, they tried to shoot him, no questions asked.

He made short work of them, using a kitchen knife. It was like cutting-open a watermelon.

For obvious reasons, he had to leave. Nobody asked questions in his new place.

There were two prostitutes who lived next to him, who got more traffic down there, than the harbor expressway.

Day and night were punctuated by groans and screams.

Henry kept looking at his pills. He would unscrew the childproof cap, and then screw it back on again.

“No—I don’t want to be seen. I don’t want to look at myself.”

The murders had made his eyes go black. He was no longer a loving man, but a madman. It showed, when he became visible again. People were afraid of him.

“Fuck it,” he said. He downed two, with a glass of scotch. He watched the pills falling into his stomach, and then he began to see his skin. He started convulsing, and when he woke up, he had a 5 o’clock shadow on his face.

Henry stumbled to the bathroom, and cut the black stuff away. He had severed so many throats in the last two weeks, that it might’ve been nothing to slit his own.

He thought about it, and then there were those two unmistakable drops of blood.

“Damn.” He reached for the toilet paper, tore-off a square, and kept it on the wound.

His girlfriend asked to meet him for drinks at the country club. There was a golf course in the back. Henry took his pills with him. He wasn’t sure how long it would take for the effects to wear off.

When he got there, he saw Kaitlyn sitting at a table, texting someone. Henry knew who it was. He flexed his fingers.

It took incredible strength to strangle someone. He wasn’t sure if it would be her, or her boyfriend.

“Henry, you don’t look good.”

“Is that any way to greet your boyfriend?”

“You have dark circles under your eyes. Are you sleeping at all?”

“You know I haven’t slept in days.”

“Well, I just wanted to see how you’re doing.”

Henry could see her false smile from a mile away. It was too perfect—like false teeth. You know there has to be at least one cavity for it to be real. She looked like she couldn’t wait to be somewhere else.

Probably with her lover, Henry thought.

“I want to give this back to you,” Kaitlyn said.

It was the ring he had gotten for her 6 months ago. Who was he kidding? He wasn’t the same person. He was invisible.

“There’s something horribly wrong with you,” Kaitlyn said. “I don’t know what it is, but here’s the name of my psychiatrist.”

“I don’t need to be shrunk. I’ve already had doctors do things to me, and now I have the army after me,” Henry said.

“Honey, nobody’s after you. It’s all in your mind.”

She was so convincing. Henry wanted to believe her, but he also knew things she didn’t know. He had done things that he couldn’t take back.

“I’ll see you in hell.” He got up, and left, but he didn’t want to leave.

Kaitlyn stayed and ordered another drink. She was obviously self-medicating, Henry thought. He watched the silly golfers on the fairway. He noticed his hands were invisible. Henry got naked in the parking lot. He walked out onto the golf course.

A golf ball rolled by him, and he kicked it. He kicked it again. He steered it into the hole.

“I got a hole in one!” A golfer shouted. He had-on the checkered pants and the sweater. What a fag, Henry thought.

He noticed Kaitlyn walking to her car. She stopped in the parking lot, and stared at his clothes. She was looking around. Then she dialed…

“911, I bet,” Henry said. There wasn’t much time. He ran to his car, and tailed Kaitlyn. If she checked her rearview mirror, there was nobody driving that red convertible Ford Mustang.

To be continued…