Chapter 1:
Her name? Sofia. Her brown smooth hair complemented her hazel warm eyes. Her heart filled with warmth as she was recovering from sorrow. She never asked for much. Just for happiness. A dream she had longed to find waiting in her soul mate. Her true love. The one she could share all her feelings with. She wanted happiness. She wanted to be loved.
Sofia was an outcast. A misfit. She was unknown. Hidden. She kept to herself. Her ragged baggy clothing didn't fit with the high class standards of her school. She wasn't accepted by society. The doors of popularity and admiration were slammed shut in her face as the doors of humiliation and bullying flung wide open. Everyday was a new opportunity for them to taunt her. To agitate her. To make sure that she went home feeling just as worthless as the day before. They didn't know Sofia. They only saw her shell. Her mask that covered all that hid underneath. You see Sofia-
"Sorry to interrupt Zee. Sofia really did seem like a lone kid. How did you guys meet?"
Online. We went from short conversations that would last seconds to conversations that seemed to last forever. She would come to me. Tell me her feelings. It was as if I could hear her soft pale fingers slowly pressing each key. "I love you" she would say. "Let's meet" she would say. I was smart. I knew it was too risky to just meet her. In the real world. What if she wasn't really Sofia but instead she was Sed the 65 year old pedophile. I couldn't risk that. I would just be risking my life, wouldn't I?
"Yes indeed. But you told me exactly what she looked like? How would you know if you didn't meet?
Pictures. She would send me pictures of herself daily. I mean since I refused to meet her.
"So how do you know so much about her? You've talked about her school life. Being the outcast, right?"
Yeah. Sometimes she would come online and just start a conversation with a simple 'hey'. No kisses. No hugs. Just a basic 'hey'. Nothing else to it. It took her a while before she started opening up to me. Revealing parts of her life as if she was trying to piece them together. Find out where things went wrong. You see, Sofia was a 'discombobulated' girl....I learnt that word in English class....anyway she was a strange girl. She would talk about depressing things like death or dark things. Sometimes she would talk about suicide....
"Do you think Sofia might've been suffering from depression?"
Well I'm not sure really. You see, Sofia's dad died some few months ago. She would say that she also felt as if she died too. She didn't feel right. Also her mum isn't around much....she's here and there but most of the time she's all around the place on streets and stuff you know....
"Yes. I understand. Carry on.."
She would often be alone. Secluded in the silence of her home. I would tell her to just scream. To let out everything that she has trapped inside. To just let it all out. To just cry.
"Wow Zee you seem to be comforting towards Sofia"
Well yeah. I felt like I 'liked' her. 'Like liked' her. You see Sofia? She wasn't like you or me or most people in that shi- I mean lame excuse of a school she went to. Sofia.
She was different.
