It Was Only a Text

Boredom

A/N: Ok this story is what popped into my head as I was talking to a friend of mine who had the idea to do this same thing. Her attempt was unsuccessful, and I do not recommend texting random strangers. It would obviously be dangerous. That being said, this helped when I had a bit of writers block. Don't blame me my brain is all kinds of fucked up. Enjoy? Maybe? let me know...

~Everyone gets into a dull routine
If they don't get a chance to change the scene
I could not be wearier
Life could not be drearier
If I lived in Siberia
I'll tell ya what I mean~

~Eartha Kitt~

Have you ever done something so crazy, so stupid, that it changed your life? No, not just your life but the entire way you see the world? Well, I have done just that, it was a roller coaster ride from start to finish. I ignored the red flags and barreled straight into the mess that is now my life. Looking back, I can't pinpoint the exact moment I messed up so badly, or maybe I can. Either way, I do know that I was completely lost in the chaotic life I am now a part of.

My name is Bree and if I had to try to pick the moment that everything changed, I think it would be when I was bored. I was so bored I was playing on my phone to stay awake. It was my one day off of work that week and I didn't want to mess up my sleep schedule. I like my job, the hours were strange, but pretty flexible, usually. I was young when I started working as a waitress in a hole in the wall bar.

Normally, I only worked four days a week and had three to myself. This particular week I had to cover a co-workers shift who was out with a stomach bug. I was exhausted, to say the least, but can't complain about the extra cash. The job was a good one. I made decent money, especially since I didn't have to take my clothes off. Worst I had to deal with was a drunken idiot trying to grope me. The uniform isn't the best, but it was better than the dancers. Yeah, they get paid better, but that wasn't for me. I made enough money to have a nicer apartment on the outskirts of The Narrows. I was comfortable living alone, able to pay my bills with no issues.

The only night I had off, I found myself awake and bored at 10:00 PM. There was nothing on TV and the few friends I had were out at the night clubs. They had invited me along, as usual, but I spend most of my days in a loud bar, I really didn't want to spend my one day off this week feeling like I was at work.

I was lying on my bed, using my neighbors Wi-Fi, thank you 4E, to surf the web on my phone. I had just finished watching a small video about a new challenge going around. The people were recording themselves texting their "Phone Neighbor". The thought of this had caught my attention. I was trying to get up the nerve to actually do it.

I wasn't planning on recording anything. I just wanted to try. Maybe learn something new about anything really. My life had gotten stagnant. This could be fun, or dangerous, a voice in the back of my head told me. I pushed the negative thoughts aside. I'm not stupid, I would just chat with whoever was my 'neighbor' and that's it. They may not even talk back to me.

I decided to go for it, I opened a new text dialog and dialed my number, up to the last digit. I frowned, should I go up or down a number? I grabbed a coin out of my change tray on the nightstand. Heads, up a number, and tails down a number. I tossed the coin in the air. It fell onto my mattress. Heads.

"Here we go." I say out loud to no one.

I pressed '7'. I had no idea what to say, but decided to just keep it simple.

'Hi'

I set the phone down, deciding to go grab a bite from the kitchen while I waited. If I hadn't heard anything back in half an hour I would try the other direction. I was halfway to the kitchen when I heard my phone chime. I hurried back to the room and grabbed the phone.