Cybersex •frerard•

Chapter Three

When we arrived home, I went up to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. I slowly dragged myself over to my bed and plopped down face first on the soft blankets and pillows.

"Frank! Keep your door open!" I heard my dad yell. I groaned loudly. They wanted me to keep my door open so that they would know what I'm doing. If I'm cutting, trying to overdose or talk to strangers even though all the knives are hidden from me, the pills are too along with every electronic in the house besides the tv.

I walked slowly over to the door and opened it before resuming my past position on the bed.

Closing my eyes, I thought back to the first time I ever talked to him...

He was so passionate with his words. And I could tell he was a genuine guy. Even though it was behind a computer screen...

Closing my eyes, the memories filled my thoughts. Not even of the first night talking to him, but the nights leading up to that day...

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~This is like about a year before.~

I sat down in front of the very large, old computer in my basement, the chair made a huge obnoxious squeaking noise that startled me, making me raise my butt up to stop the horrific sound. The seat was torn up and rusty. We probably had gotten it either from a family member or a thrift shop. That's basically how we got everything we owned besides food.

I slowly eased my ass back down, aware of the noise it would make again if I sat down too quickly. Painfully slow, I sat down fully. It took my brain a little while to register that there would be no more squeaking. I checked the clock on the screen. 10:40 pm.

Sighing heavily, I put my hand over the computer mouse. I wasn't exactly sure of what I was gonna do. Just, search the Internet? What do normal kids do on the computer?

I wasn't normal.

I dragged the mouse to the side, causing the arrow to hover over the green rectangle that read 'start.' Clicking it, options spread over the screen. I chose Internet.

Once the google homepage showed up, I clicked the search bar. I began to bite my lip and tap my chin with my finger tip. I didn't know what to do. Don't normal kids go on social networking sites? I wasn't aloud to have any social network... Not that I would have a reason to even have one. I have no friends. Who would wanna friend me on the Internet?

Anyways, after a while of thinking, I came to the conclusion of how alone I am. The Internet is a place to communicate.

That's exactly what I did.

I typed 'talk to people.' Not clearly knowing what to expect. I was kind of new to the Internet.

Several options appeared on the large screen, and I didn't really know which one to click. I looked at the labels, and some read, 'talk to strangers!' Or, 'meet sexy singles in your area!'

I sighed, not trusting this, but went against my better judgment and clicked on the first one. It said, 'Parachat. Live chat room.' It seemed harmless. Nothing bad stood out. It just seemed like a little place to talk to people, yeah?

A box came up telling me to type in a username I wanted to use. Over thinking it, I thought about what a safe username would be. Even though, as I said before, I was set to believe that this, Parachat wasn't a bad place.

I wasn't really sure if I wanted to use my name. Was that safe? It's the Internet , I wasn't completely clueless. But a first name couldn't do any harm, could it?

Fuck it.

"F-r-a-n-k." I said aloud, the buttons being pressed down by my chubby fingers surrounded my voice. I then clicked, 'join live chat room now.'

For some reason, my heart sped up. I wasn't sure if it was from excitement or nervousness, but I went with it. Soon, after a few moments of loading, a paragraph in red italics covered the screen.

'The username Frank is already taken.'

Well shit. Maybe it was a sign that I should choose a safer name. Ugh, I don't know. Anyways, I wanted something that said a little bit about me. I thought, my name is Frank. That's taken. So what should I use...

I like monster movies. I had just watched one last night, and it had been on my mind all day... Eh. That'll do. Now, who's my favorite monster? That's easy. Frankenstein, weirdos! Duh!

"F-r-a-n-k-e-n-s-t-e-i-n." I whispered to myself, typing my desired username. Clicking the same button to bring me to the chat room, I felt that feeling of excitement or worry cross my mind. But I quickly shook it off.

Entering the chatroom, there were many other usernames people had that didn't make sense to me. Then others were just simply names. Like Ray or something. I chose to use Ray as an example because he was the first one to talk to me.

Ray: Aye, I love Frankenstein! He's such a rad character!

I smiled to myself. This is so cool! I don't know of anyone else who likes Frankenstein. Or any amazing classic monster movie, for that matter.

Frankenstein: totally. The greatest monster of all time.

I typed back, cautiously clicking send, still learning how to use this.

Ray: ah, I don't know about that... Dracula is pretty close to my favorite movie of all time. It brings humor to horror.

Frankenstein: lol. Lets not forget the crazy guys assistant. How bout that hunch? He sooo pulled the movie together.

Ray: yes, master... xD

Quotes from the movie?! Oh, I like this guy. Even though it was that quote. Easy as fuck. I don't know. It was cool.

Frankenstein: so, I'm kinda new to this whole chat room thingy. Would you mind helping me out a bit?

Ray: totally! The top thing to look out for is perverts. They're everywhere and if you aren't careful, they'll snatch you up like a fat boy and candy. How old are you, anyway?

Was this too personal to answer? Was it important? What if he's really...old. What if he doesn't wanna talk to somebody my age? Fuck it. Honestly is the best policy...

Frankenstein: thirteen.

I waited for a response from Ray. If he doesn't answer, that's gonna really suck. He was awesome.

Ray: rad! I'm sixteen. Is that cool with you?

Eh. That wasn't old. Not at all.

Frankenstein: no, that's cool! I love that number, lol...

Ray: then we'll get along just swell. What's your name, kid?

Kid...? Ugh.

Frankenstein: Im Frank. I'm guessing you're Ray?

Ray: correct! It's nice to meet you, Frank. So, what else do you like?

We continued to talk for a long while, and I was actually smiling. It felt amazing. I wasn't alone. We talked until almost four in the morning, and my eyes refused to stay open any longer.

Well, tonight was a success.