Two Broken People

Cyber-Stalking

                                                                       Tori's POV

     I layed down on the bed tossing and turning. I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about Elliot Alderson, and what he may be doing right now. I really couldn't help him. Not if he didn't want to help himself. Most junkies don't want to help themselves. They're too far gone for that. Most junkies also say that they're NOT junkies. That's their delusion. Unless they spontaneously combust, or have an apithany, or self revolation, they're never going to quit. But I have heard from people that it's super hard to quit. There's the withdrawals which includes hot/cold sweats, tremors, vomitting, the whole nine yards. You must be a strong person to survive that. You must want so badly to quit that your will power trumps your need for the next high. Or at least, that's what they say. Elliot Alderson. Somehow, you've made me go a little crazy with worry, and I hardly know you. I knew he was doing drugs. I knew he was lonely because of the look in his eyes. I had that same look and it killed me to face it either it be my reflection in the mirror, or the same look on someone else's face. I also knew that Elliot Alderson somehow wanted my phone. 'Probably to pay off some of his drug money debt.', I thought,'But that doesn't make sense. My phone was a slider. An old, cracked phone. No one would buy it.' 

  Nothing really clicked for me with why he needed my phone. He was probably just high. That's the only explanation of why he would take it. Still, all the girls were going shopping tomorrow and I needed my phone so I could go out on my own. And he took it. I was so frustrated.  I wanted, no needed to track him down. Not only to retrieve my phone, but to see if he was alright. But how would I do that with no phone to go out on my own? Let alone, how would I find him? These were too many questions to think about in one night. Hopefully, I would get some answers tomorrow. Right now, I needed to sleep, and thinking about Elliot Alderson was preventing me from sleeping. 

                                                                    Elliot's POV

   Are you still there, friend? You must probably be disappointed in me right now. I had done too much. I felt like I was going to.....oh shit. Do you hear that? The buzzing noise? I feel like this is going to be hard for me to keep walking up to my apartment. The steps are too high. I was too high. Maybe I would float upstairs. Maybe I didn't even know I could. Maybe......oh shit. The buzzing noise again. This time I puked my guts out on my kitchen floor. Too much morphine. Too much for me to handle. But I had had a very tough week. It had been three weeks since I lost Shayla.  My boss, Giddion was suspicious about a network attack that Fsociety was responsible for. I knew Fsociety was taking down ECorp, (Evil Corp) and I wanted to be apart of it, I just didn't fully trust Fsociety. Maybe it was a good thing. Maybe this was the one thing that I needed gone from my life. Oh....Oh no. Sorry friend. This isn't going to be pretty. 

   I woke up at 1am after puking my guts out on my kitchen floor. I was having withdrawals. I had a trippy dream about Angela and I getting married at Starbucks of all places, and then she left me for Quwerdy (my pet fish). Then I dreamt about another girl. She was cute. Looked about my age or younger. She had light brown hair and light brown eyes. The kind of eyes that have green in them. I couldn't stop staring at her, and when she asked me what was wrong, I said that I saw a giant bee behind her. Definitely not one of my best dreams, but it beats the trippy dream I had of Angela eating my pet fish. After I cleaned up the puke and took a shower, I decided to sit down at my computer. Earlier I had found an old, cracked slider phone in my pocket. It was light purple, it must've belonged to a girl. The SD card was still inside. I decided to find out who's phone this was and hack them. Whoever they were.