Reborn.exe

Interesting News

I woke up to the sound of the muffled television coming from outside of my room. I scanned my surroundings with blurry vision. I felt around my bed in search of my phone. I felt the plastic case in my hands and allowed my eyes to adjust. I saw that the time was 12:58, my eyes widened and I threw the covers off of my body and ran to my dresser and changed into my work clothes. I was going to be late for work! I ran into the hallway and passed by Beatrice, who was sitting on the couch in front of the television. She looked up at me and asked, "What's the rush?" she tilted her head.

"I'm going to be late for work!" I exclaim as I quickly grab an apple for the road and grab my purse and keys. As I sling my purse over my shoulder, I heard Beatrice chuckling. "What's so funny?" I wondered.

"Do you realize what today is?" She asked. I looked down at my phone again and looked at the date underneath my clock. Sunday, March 22. I sighed with relief and put my purse back on the counter and put my keys back on the key rack. I sat on the couch next to Beatrice, she was watching the news like she did every morning. She wore her pajamas and held a glass of lemonade in her hands. "So, do you want tea or lemonade?" she asked the question that she asked me every day.

"Tea please!" I answered, I loved tea and would always pick it over lemonade.

"As expected," Beatrice stands up and walks into the kitchen, now that everything was unpacked properly, she was able to make her special tea. Beatrice was the best at making tea, it was always brewed perfectly. She loved making drinks, which inspired her to start her own tea shop. I watched her chop up herbs and stir them into boiling water. She added milk and sugar and even some honey. Soon serving it to me and then sitting back down. The warm beverage felt nice on my throat. "How in the world do you make such good tea?" I asked.

"Years of practice with my mother," Beatrice said to me for the millionth time. We continued watching the news report on the tv. A breaking news report interrupts the conversation the hosts were having. "Breaking news! Another person was found dead in their house. The police suspect it's another suicide, but the scene is as strange as the previous ones. Broken glass was scattered on the floor and it looked like several different methods were considered. Cutting, hanging, overdosing, until finally, a gun was used to end the victim's life. The police are worried and are unsure of why so many people have been committing suicide and appear with the same scenes over and over again. The same drug was found in the rooms with the victim, some sort of illegal antidepressant. Police suspect that it's the cause of the suicides, but no one is for sure. This has been the 12th suicide in the last 3 months," Horrifying pictures of the scene appeared on screen, making Beatrice and I flinch.

"These suicides are becoming worrying," I sighed.

"They're pretty near our area, too," Beatrice looked away from the tv, horrified of its contents.

I looked at Beatrice, "Promise me that you'll never leave me,"

"I promise, do you promise that you won't leave me?" Beatrice shot back with a reassuring smile.

"I promise,"

Beatrice changes the channel to something more lighthearted and stood up, "Feel free to watch whatever you want, I need to make a phone call about that building I want to buy for the shop," Beatrice pulled out her phone and began walking to her room.

"Thanks," I began switching between the channels in search of something good. When I couldn't find anything, I decided to go to my room and work on some personal projects of mine. I worked on prototypes of an AI that had the ability to love and have emotions, a fascination of mine ever since I became interested in robotics.

It was a few hours later when I heard a knock at the door. I walked into the living room to answer it, but Beatrice had beaten me to it. She opened the door to reveal a familiar face. "Oh great, it's the creep," Beatrice sighed.

"It's good to see you too, Beatrice," Nicholas rolled his eyes.

"Hey, Nicholas!" I wave from behind Bea.

"Hey, Coline!" Nicholas pushed beside Beatrice to make his way to me and give me a hug. "How have you been? I haven't seen you all week."

"Well, you know me. Busy with work as usual," I smiled warmly. "Take a seat, I'm sure Bea would love to make you a nice cup of tea." I looked at Beatrice, who just narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms.

"No thank you, I don't drink tea. I'd prefer lemonade. Thank you, Beatrice," Nicholas grinned at Beatrice.

"Oh yeah, I forgot you don't like tea," I chuckled nervously. I looked at Beatrice, who was already heading to the kitchen and making lemonade. "Thanks, Beatrice," I said. Beatrice looked at me and nodded her head. I sat down on the couch and turned to Nicholas, "Did you hear about the suicide this morning?"

"I did, it's such a tragedy to see so many people take their own lives. It confuses me how they can have the courage to do it," Nicholas sighed sorrowfully, "Anyways, what are you guys up to today?"

"Not much, really. We're probably just going to be relaxing today," I told him.

"I'm checking out a building in an hour," Beatrice said from the kitchen, "I guess you guys can come if you want."

"That would be fun, wouldn't it?" I turned to Nicholas.

"I would love to join you!" Nicholas exclaimed, "but why are you checking out a building?"

Beatrice walked into the living room and handed Nicholas a glass of fresh lemonade and sat down on the coffee table, facing the two of us, "I've been wanting to open my own café, I spent so much time making beverages with my mother that it has sort of become my passion." Beatrice explains to him.

Nicholas took a sip of his lemonade, "Wow, that's really good. You would have a great café I'm sure," he encouraged.

"Thanks, I better get ready for the tour. You two better get ready as well, I want to make a good impression," Beatrice said as she walked to her room again.

"Then I'll be right back," Nicholas said as he stood up and walked out the apartment door, presumably to get ready. I decided to go get ready myself, putting on some makeup wouldn't hurt.