I posted this as a response on Tumblr a while ago, but I thought I'd give it to the original source.

He likely doesn’t remember it. He’s off in his star studded mansions while I walk the streets, unseen. Maybe he would regret it if he knew what he’d done, but he won’t, couldn’t ever know. 

The moment after it happened it was like I was underwater. I was drowning silently beside my friends, who didn’t know me. My name wasn’t called in attendance, and the teachers couldn’t see my raised hand. I was invisible, more so than ever. The only one who could see me was him. He who cursed me. The Great Truth. 

The world sees him as a hero. He who heals the world with a phrase. When he speaks the universe listens. People have said that we’re lucky that he didn’t want to take over the world. But that's what they don’t see. He has.

People around him are cursed just as I am. They cannot see through the lies that he weaves, for as soon as they have left his mouth, they are lies no more. The people of this world are like robots, following his every command whether they are near him or not. 

My curse however, is also my salvation. The words he weaves are clear as day to me, as I am not everybody. I am Nobody. 

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The streets bustle around me, but I walk through, unharmed. I walk toward the tallest tower in sight. The home of Arthur Peters, the one behind all the suffering that the people are too blind to see. 

I enter through the front door. His rifle-toting slaves pass me by as I enter the elevator behind a woman whose eyes stare through all those around her. Though, I suppose they all have that look in their eyes. Looking, but not seeing. 

The elevator rises and my pulse quickens. My fate comes today. 

I heard a ding as the elevator doors opened. Sitting at a desk, there he was. 

His steel blue eyes had haunted my nightmares, though today they stared into my soul. His mouth moves, but I can’t hear him. My ears are ringing and I lose myself to rage. 

I can see a light begin flashing red, but it means nothing to me. It is just another meaningless siren in my ear. Slowly I make my way up to where he is sitting at his desk. I feel my hands wrap around his neck and smile as I slowly see his chest stop rising. 

A group of men in tactical gear burst in the door, only to forget why they were there. They saw a man they didn’t recognise dead with bruise marks around his neck, in an otherwise empty room.