Ruth's POV
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Its all like he said. Its all the same. Jadusable couldn't have done all this. Its real. I'm an idiot. Fucking dumbass. Complete dumbfuck. I stare blankly at the black screen, with an empty bottle of my anti-anxiety pills on the bed next to me. I turned off my console, and now I'm just staring at the blank screen waiting for something to happen. Never again. Never touching that fucking thing again. I'll burn it. I'll fucking burn it if I have to. I start thinking over Jadusable's post. What happened to him? What did he do that I shouldn't? BEN got into his computer through cords.... Cords-FUCK! I jump off my bed and skid across my room, unplugging my phone from its charger without hesitation. "Motherfucker!" I swear out loud. It just so happened to be plugged into the exact same power point. Shit. Maybe I took it out in time before he fucking contaminated my phone with his festy drowned ass. I swear again, and unlock my iPhone, scrolling through all the apps, looking through my texts, stupid things like that. I know its not going to do anything, but it comforts me. Maybe he didn't get through to it. Maybe he was to busy fucking with my head.
I'm alone. I'm safe.
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I sit on the sofa, watching Bones, while eating dinner. I'm so tired. Maybe I should just go to sleep. Not in that room, not with the cartridge there.
Just the thought of what Jadusable said in his post, about the dreams and that, I just can't stand it. I don't do well with nightmares, never have. But then again, who does? I lay down, pulling my duvet over me, the lights off in the living room, but on everywhere else in the house. My eyes close, and within seconds I'm asleep.
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"Ruth."
I stumble blindly through darkness.
I can hear foot steps behind me.
"Ruth."
I hear my name being said again. The voice distorts slightly, as if it were glitching.
"Don't ignore me."
In the dark, two cold arms wrap around my waist from behind, I feel a steady, ice cold dripping on my shoulder, and smell a cold, musty wet smell like after you leave your clothes in the washing machine to long. I feel someone's hot breath right next to my ear.
"There you are."
I scream.
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I wake up screaming, tossing around. I flick the light switch on the wall next to me, feeling comfort being in the light. I'm alone. I'm safe.
My phone rings, and I reach to pick it up, but stop.
The number displayed on the screen is mine.
I'm calling myself.
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