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ೃ༄ CHAPTER ONE — come out, little rabbit!
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Bunny hadn't left her dorm in two days... whatsoever. Her phone had been blown up by the few friends she had, asking her to come out and go to dinner with them, but she just shoved it under her pillow with a sigh and returned to playing video games. That's really all she had been doing for the past forty-eight hours. Well, that and sleeping in past noon.
The door to her dorm was locked just incase anyone wanted to visit her, they were not welcome. She didn't want any visitors, even if they were her best friends.
Bunny returned her attention to the computer on her desk, muttering curses as she was killed again in her game. She knew it was silly to get upset over a video game, but it's not like she did much else with her life. Hell, she barely did school anymore, so playing her silly little games was almost all that she had. Not that she could complain much, it was her own fault that she barely had a life.
She adjusted the way she was sitting, convincing herself that the reason she wasn't hitting headshots was because of her position. She told herself that she had to sit in once certain way to be able to nail her shots (which was a stupid thought, but one she lived by, unfortunately).
Her room smelt strange, yet the young woman barely noticed, for she had become noseblind to the strong, heavy air that she caused by rotting in there. Bunny could have opened the windows, but the sunlight made her react like a burning vampire, so she kept the blinds shut and enjoyed the darkness that enveloped her. Bunny was sure she would need glasses in the next few years due to how much she stared at that damn screen, but she wouldn't concern herself with that right now. All that mattered was not losing to the enemy sniper on her screen.
"Fuck me!"
A loud knock was heard on her door, and she threw her head back in annoyance, of course someone would knock on her door; they just couldn't get the hint that she wanted to be alone. Bunny didn't want to talk to people, she hated talking to real people. She hated interactions. She hated being perceived by others unless it was online.
