2 new messages.
Skye opened her eyes, reaching for her phone on the shelf. She felt around finding it in the darkness. The screen illuminated causing her to squint, blocking as much of the bright light from her eyes as possible. 2:10am...I must have dozed off, she thought to herself. She laid her phone down next to her on the pillow and tossed a bit, trying to get comfortable. She closed her eyes, longing for more sleep to keep the voice in her head silent, but instead she tossed and turned. In defeat, she picked up her phone again. Swiping and tapping away on the screen, trying to find some distraction to keep her mind silent. 2 new messages. She tapped on her inbox to find a familiar user highlighted at the top of the screen. MU had messaged her again. She tapped on the message, eager to see what they might be saying this time.
MU: "I appreciate your posted openness to DMs but also I don't want to bother you haha."
MU: "Also I have no idea what to say..."
Sent at 11:06pm.
They must have sent the messages around the time she began feeling overwhelmed. Skye felt a sense of sadness that she had not seen the messages earlier, because part of her felt that this person was someone special. She couldn't quite explain the feeling she felt. Like the feeling was impatiently pushing her in the right direction, and right now the feeling was saying talk to this person. Skye thought it over for a moment. It was pretty late and she felt a little awkward replying to a message so late, but she typed out her response to MU.
Skye: "No bother at all! And you can talk about anything really."
She hit send and felt embarrassment wash over her. Ugh...you could be a little more social and less generic in your responses. It wasn't entirely her fault. Skye had always had trouble talking to people. Social anxiety would get the best of her, and sometimes it made people dislike her. Especially in person, people would think Skye was antisocial and rude. They automatically assumed that she didn't like them, because she would have trouble performing basic human interactions. She was too quiet for most people, and as a result people would claim that she was rude, mean, ungrateful, and one time she was even accused of being racist. All of these things were far from her true nature. She was simply misunderstood. She just didn't function like most people. She kept to herself and spent more time with her head in the clouds than she did here on earth.
In addition to being socially inept, Skye was terrified of getting close to someone again. She laid there remembering the last time she was close to anybody. Then she remembered the feelings she experienced in the aftermath. She began to shake, anxiety taking its toll on her body. Never again, she thought to herself. She couldn't risk ever feeling that way again. It was too painful. There wasn't any point in going through that type of pain again. She needed to protect herself, so she knew what was best for her. It was decided, she would stick to her generic responses. They won't likely stick around anyway, so it's best to respond this way. Skye closed her eyes. Her mind was finally quiet, with the exception of a soft little voice in the back of her mind saying talk to this person.
