Frozen Heart

Arthur

Hi, I'm Arthur. I was told I was to give you my life story. I have one question for you though. Can I trust you? If I can, I'll tell you.

If I can't, and you know I can't, then don't keep reading. I'm not an open book, you know. So anyways, I'll start now.

I walk into her house, as if it was no body's business. I storm up to her room. Her door is cracked, and I walk right in.

There she is, sulking on her bed. Who knows why. She has been quite... sensitive, these past few weeks. I came to comfort her. Instead, I made things worse.

"Jessica, what's up?" I ask her. "Well, for STARTERS," she yells, "my mother left us. She left my father for a different man."

I can tell she is upset. Well, that was an understatement on my part. She looks skinny and pale right now, probably because she hasn't eaten in so long.

She doesn't look well at all. She is wearing an old, worn out, t-shirt, and sweat pants. Isn't that what girls wear when they are upset, or having a "lazy" day?

"Anything else on your-" I'm interrupted. "Well, there's also the fact that my best friend snitched on me." I have no clue what she's talking about. "And you laughed about it, online."

Ok, now I'm confused. I don't even have a Social Media account. She should know that. I really have no clue what is going on.

"Jessica, what are you talking about?" She gives me the look that says, Don't play dumb with me, Mister. "Check online. I swear, I have no SM. I promise."

She looks at me and says "Ok, smart one." She flips open her laptop, tears still running down her beautiful cheeks. I kind of pity the girl. She has barely any friends.

As she is pulling up FaceBook, I look around her room. She has a lot of motivational posters up. One, my favorite of the bunch, says YOU CAN DO ANYTHING AS LONG AS YOU BELIEVE.

She logs in and looks up Arthur. There are tons of us, so she enters my last name as well. Arthur McDowell. Results show one person. Me.