Cole Evans Diary (short story)

Riley

  So it has been a couple of days, maybe weeks since the thing has happened. Maybe I am over exaggerating but I have been seeing a "therapist". Remember when I said I was filling an application for an internet best friend? Well it didn't take long for someone to dm me. I was pretty shocked how fast they replied. I should say now that I live in Huntington, New York. My internet best friend that I met is called Riley. She is around my age and is very very quirky. She lives in Modesto, California. We live half across the country from each other. I know its been a couple of days that I've talked to her but it feels like I've known her forever! I'm getting of topic kind of. Anyways the "therapist" I'm seeing is Riley.

  I have told her everything. I told her that I was gay I told her about my crush on my best friend. I even told her about the hook up. I just don't know how to feel about telling someone all this. I mean I know we are friends, but what if Riley is actually a 43 year old man living in his mom's basement jerking off while he texts me. What if Riley is real and is a bitch who will post all of this on Twitter or something. I just don't know. But I just but aside my worries and just let it all out. I feel safe when I talk to her.

 Since I have told her almost everything, she has given me advice to solve all of this. She keeps telling me I need a pet so I won't feel as lonely anymore. But I don't see my parents getting me a pet. They think its a waste of time and money. They don't seem the point of taking care of another living creature when half of the world can't take care of themselves. But I don't see what they have a whole fucking zoo in our backyard. They have a waterpark in our backyard, WITH TROPICAL BIRDS. What are they complain about they have all the money and the house. They are living the dream. Speaking of which I haven't told Riley that I'm that I'm 1%  of the upper class. I just don't want to brag. I just don't wan the-ole to use me for my money.

  Since I'm home alone for the next couple of weeks, that means I have to take care of myself. I mean I can't cook. I can only make a PB & J sandwich and some scrambled eggs. Which I do not want to be eating all the time. I can pretty much just hire Gordon Ramsay to cook for me since my Dad is partners with him for a restaurant. SEE! I feel like I brag when I say stuff like that. I just don't know. I can't imagine my life without any money. I just am comfortable with this life style. Now I'm wondering how the hell I got into the topic when w were just talking about food. I actually want a hot pocket. I can make that! I just put it on a plate an d put it in the microwave and BAM 5 star food comes out.

 While  I wait for my 5 star food to be ready, my phone buzzes like a lot. Imagine you were Kylie Jenner and you uploaded an instagram photo, thats how my phone was. It was literally blowing up. It got so hot that it just stoped completely and had to restart it 

 (I had to add a quick video if you didn't know what I meant.)

 Of course me being curious as ever I open the phone and see. that there was no notifications at all. This was very strange because not a single notification popped up, only a text from Riley.

BANG!

I hear the noise it sounded like a gun shot. Maybe its just fireworks I try to convince myself to believe. But I know it isn't fireworks. I hide in the safe room. Lock it and put the house on locked down mode, Yes we have a lock down mode. I try to keep my breath not to be a noise. I hit a switch to turn off all lights in the house. I look outside of the peep hole from the safe room and see darkness. But then the lights com back on thats how I knew someone was hear. I try to make sure I'm safe and that our Maid and Butler were safe too. Then I hear it, the beep to the microwave. I am so stupid for not stopping it. The noise only stops if you hit it manually. But the noise stopped, which meant someone was in the house. I check my phone and hold a button that connects to the police station when I feel unsafe. I just hold it and the police come. I hold the button but it stopped working. It didn't work as usual. It felt different.

  I hear a noise, like metal scrapping the floor. Maybe someone dragging something, like a crowbar. I start to thunk of possible suspects and I automatically think of Riley. But then I start to remember that Jackson had a house key. So now I really don't know.