Suicide Room (Re-writed Version) ~Short Chapters~

Sylvia

Chapter 2: Sylvia

A/N: Sorry about the first chapter being kind of rush. but the chapters are only short so sorry guys i didn't have much time and my hand and fingers are sore from typing all day becuz im on my telpad, so here goes!

Domink's POV

After our locker room encounter we had to go back to class. In which Aleks kept making glances and suggestive gestures to me. These continued in school the next day, which i didn't mind at all. I was actually thinking maybe we could make something of this. I just wanted to be with him all the time.

That feeling soon changed as soon as i logged into Facebook after school. Aleks had posted about what happened at karate. Before we were in the locker room, in class when he was pinning me down. I clicked on the comments (43) and read through the ridicule.

Alija Muller Sperm whitens teeth

Franek Wende What the fuuuck?!

Maurycy Tarasewwicz No Fucking way this happened

Misha Martens Aleks, are you going to have kids?

Emelia Lechman Aleks, Did the sperm came off?

Karolina Zimmerman Spermwrestling! Ha! Ha!

How could i ever think he would actually want me? I should have known he wasn't serious. Just playing me for show. I felt my adrenaline rush with anger. My teeth gritted and my throat closed. I pushed back my chair and started breathing heavily, trying to stay calm. My hands held onto the back of my head. I slapped the walls, smothered my face in a pillow and screamed my heart out. My fingernails dug unto the fabric. My knees bent and i curled on the bed. The anger built up inside me so fast was spilling out. My tantrum ceased. I released the pillow and sat back down in my desk chair. A chat alert popped up.

Suicide_Room: I'm bleeding, quietly living

dominik: I'm living, quietly bleeding

Suicide_Room: Come to me

dominik: How?

Suicide_Room responded with a link to an MMORPG site. With nothing better to do and a desperate need for distraction, I signed up. I made my avatar look almost exactly like me except more buff, but that's just how these games are. An improved version of yourself. My character landed in a very chic, almost futuristic, night club.

dominik: WHERE ARE YOU?

Suicide_Room: PINK HAIR

I, or rather my online character, sat down at the bar. I spotted only colored hair avatar across the other bar.

dominik: HEY

dominik: IS THAT YOU?

dominik: HELLO

dominik: ?

Her avatar stood up and led me to the dance floor. I followed her bright neon pink hair through the other characters. Our characters danced with one another through the click of a button.

dominik: I THOUGHT WE WOULD TALK

dominik: INSTEAD OF DANCING IN SOME GAME

She held a blank stare through pixellated eyes. She agreed to webcam chat. I opened up a new window and waited for her. My webcam displayed me with swollen eyes and an ugly gash on my upper left cheek bone.

"Hello?" I asked her black box on the screen.

"I can hear you breathe. I showed my face now you show me yours," I commanded. "Suicide Room..."

A face appeared on her screen. She did indeed have pink hair like her avatar, but a lot less vibrant. A clear line cut around the bottom half of her face.

"You're wearing a mask?" I asked. She shook her head. "Are you ill or something?" She continued shaking her head. Her mouth wore a frown as if her lips are glued shut. She exhaled and turned her head away "Why the mask?"

"It protects me," she finally said. "From harmful people and substances."

"Do you need help? Maybe you'd like me to call someone?Get someone to see you" I offered edging closer to the screen.

She reappeared holding up her arm. On her forearm, just above her elbow, was a fresh cut in a odd, jagged shape. I jumped back into my chair. The cut seemed deep as a trickle of blood was still dripping out.

"Look!, Look! Take a good look! See? Try fucking calling anybody! I'll fucking stop myself, I will! Razors are my friends!" she sniffled between pauses. "They have very sharp tounges. Is this what you want?"

"Calm down. Why do you want to kill yourself?" I sounded like a therapist. Silence filled the air waiting for her response.

"Why don't YOU want to kill yourself?" she replied mockingly.

"To live," I answered. She chuckled.

"And i want to kill myself to die. I just need to pluck up the courage and I'll do it," she stated proudly.

"What's your name?"

"Sylvia. Ah... Sylvia," she said almost unsure of herself. "Hi Dominik."

"Hi Sylvia."

We talked for hours into the night. I could sense something very different about Sylvia than my other friends, besides the obvious. We could make each other laugh after talking about pain. Everything we thought about we told each other. No matter how deep, weird, or stupid it was. She made me forget about all the other shit in life. It was as if the world was emptied out except for our bedrooms and the webcams connecting us.

END!

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! I kept this scene in from the movie, but will change things up a bit later chapters. and one again, Hope you enjoyed it and feel free to leave me any reviews on how i can improve. Love y'all!

(Picture of Sylvia on the side)

~Julie ♥♥