this is the first time i have kept a diary. i never really had anything happening in my life that i thought i would want to document. there was nothing important enough to keep up to date with, that i might want to read later.
but that has all changed. that was before the incident. before the incident, i was a young (and if i do say so myself) talented marine biologist. i was working on a study of the transparent cell membranes of jellyfish, to produce an experimental chemical for the MOD. i won't go into the details of it, but it was something to do with the genetic engineering of animals. there was an incident at the lab, and after dropping a bottle, i cut my hand open, and managed to get some of the liquid into the wound.
i woke up the next day, invisible.
it has only been 5 days since then. i am writing this only now because as you can imagine, it has been a very traumatic time for me. i woke up that first day alone, and spent the rest of the day alone. (i have felt alone since that morning, truth be told). my girlfriend was due to come round that evening. when she arrived, i could not speak. i was afraid. i do not know what she would do or say. i don't know what she COULD do or say. i have seen the films and the television programmes of this type, and although i realise they were only fictional, i fear for what could happen to me should people find out.
that first night, i watched her knocking on the door, i watched her try to call me, and then i watched her walk away. all night, she continued to call, leaving messages trying to find out where i am. (indeed, where AM i?!) i could have picked up and spoken to her, but i didn't. i don't know why. i guess i was ashamed.
there were many phone calls for the first few days. friends, whom i was supposed to be meeting with, and last night, my mother. again, i let it ring. i don't think i can ever see any of them again. i want to run away.
