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Prologue - Disconnected

Love. It's something that hasn't been very prominent in my life. My parents died a long time ago when I was young. I don't really remember them. My uncle took care of me, but his way of caring was a little bit on the rough side. He smelled of alcohol all day long and it was surprising he never got fired because of it. I don't think he asked for it, but he was the only relative I had. I don't remember asking for this either.

As soon as I could leave the house, I did. Wasting time to sit at home, to be beaten and scolded at wasn't my idea of a home. I found myself some work at this computer store, fixing computers. It paid the bills and I got discount on electronics. I have some colleagues, but I don't really have interests in human relationships. Real life treated me cruel. I like to stay away from it as far as possible.

I do have some friends though. They were from my old school. They know my past and what my uncle did to me. I keep in touch with them through the Internet, as I rarely go outside. They are fine with it, even though they still ask me to come hang out together every week. I haven't met them since I dropped out of school.

As you've noticed, life isn't really something I look forward to. Work is just a means for me to have my basic needs. A house, gas, electricity, water, food, laptop and internet. That's all I need. I spend most of my time on my laptop, scouring the Internet for information, entertainment and discussing with other people. It's the only place I really feel like talking to people.

Why do I still live? I don't know. Maybe I keep hoping life could be more than this? Maybe I'm too coward to take my own life? I don't have the answer for this question. I live without a reason to live.

My name is Gilly, 23 years old, living my life online...