The Girl Behind The Screen

Chapter Thirty Six: Life Story

""Everyone is broken," he says, his voice in a different place than our bodies. "They just like to pretend they're not." I watch as his brown eyes tear at mine. "It's like a mask that no one is willing to take off."
- Excerpt from a book I will never write #845

Song Suggestion: Skyscraper - Demi Lovato

I was lying down throwing a tennis ball on Chase's bed and he was sitting at his desk using a computer program he invented.

"Any luck?" I asked.

"Be patient," he muttered, typing codes into the program.

I threw the tennis ball at his back and he yelped. "Whoops," I sarcastically exclaimed.

The rain was pouring and I started to toss the ball in my hands as I watched the weather. It was very tranquil.

"Done!" Chase cheered, throwing his hands in the air.

I speed walked towards him and arched my back in order to see the content on the screen. My hands were placed on my knees. "Beautyqueen114," I muttered.

"That's the username of the person messaging you. I'm waiting for them to slip up and log onto this using a public network so that it would be easier to hack, but I'll try," he smiled at me.

"Let's take a break for now," I suggested and Chase agreed.

My back laid against a pillow I placed by the wall where the window was. My legs were up to my chest and Chase was lying against his headboard. So I was facing his cupboards and he was facing his desk.

"I know you're curious about that room Kensi. And it means a lot that you didn't ask any questions after being in there," he admitted, Chase looked like he was bracing himself.

"Ready to hear my sappy life story?" He asked, a weak smile on his face.

"Honestly Chase, I can wait, you don't have to tell me," I said, grabbing his hand and squeezing it.

"No, I want to," he said.

I sat against the wall and watched as he nervously gulped. "There was a happy little boy once upon a time ago. He believed everything his parents said because they were his idols. This boy was an only child and he loved the attention. Now at the mere age of six this boy received earth shattering news - he was going to have a baby brother. The boy's heart stopped as soon as his parents told him the news with wide smiles. He ran upstairs and cried for hours and sulked for days. The boy despised the brother and as selfish as he sounded, he barely received any attention. His father wouldn't play with him anymore, his mother never comforted him when he got hurt. The boy never grew up spending quality time with his parents. So he dove into the world of reading, he became independent and devoted his life to the online world. Sure, he got bullied in elementary school for being top of the class and due to having life lessons taught at a young age - he found... ways to handle it. After the boy did some digging he found out that he was adopted and so was his brother. That answered his confusion because his brother was older than him by two years. I remember the day clearly, I was searching for my red toy car in my dad's office when a few books fell down and I saw a file with my name on it. Being an intelligent nine year old I read it and put the pieces together. My "parents" were so absorbed in the boy that they forgot I existed most of the time. I became the outcast. I became invisible. At first it was shocking news to me, I'd never felt invisible or excluded before - but after finding out the news I just couldn't look at them the same way. My real parents are dead, airplane crash. It was December, on my birthday, that everything changed. I always slept with my door closed because unlike other kids - I loved the dark. It gave me solace because I loved the unknown. A burning smell woke me up and I assumed it was burnt cooking from my adopted mom. When I opened the door I was met with fire. It pricked the side of my lower chest before I closed the door. I looked out my room window and saw my adopted parents and brother running down the street worried. The fire started to burn the sides of the door and I climbed out the window with one burn mark and covered in soot. I ran to my friend's house and his parents took care of me until I decided what I wanted to do. I used the money I earned from online gaming to repair this house from the damage and I'm living in it. Yes Kensi, this house was the one in the story and that room you were in, was my brother's."