I Got Your Picture

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This might be triggering to some, it's not a huge tw or anything tho :)

Josh's POV

I pulled my camera off from around my neck, searching through my bag for my USB cord. My laptop turned on slowly, making a low hissing noise once it booted up to my login screen, staring at me to put in a passcode. I cursed when I couldn't find the cord in my bag. I must've left it on my desk. My lights were turned off, making the glow from the laptop and the dim light coming from the camera screen the only way of seeing around my room, this was going to be a difficult task. Clothes and random items littered my floor, hidden underneath one another, making it easy to trip. I could trip and hit my head. I thought to myself, that wouldn't be very good, would it? It could crack my head open and then my family would never find me, or be able to find me. I directed my focus onto my door, seeing the 13 locks on it that shined slightly in the dim lighting I had. They'd never get in.

I stood, shivering from the cold hard wood floors hitting my feet, I needed to get a rug soon. I pulled my phone from my pocket, flipping the screen open, like a makeshift flashlight. Before I turned it around, a loud ring came from my phone, telling me something happened with my soulmate. Hm, they seem to be living life perfectly good without you. I knew they were, they were perfectly fine off without me in the picture. They have friends, a decent amount actually. Hm, I haven't had a friend sense I was 10.. I wonder how he is doing now. I can barely even remember his name though, it started with an 'O'. I know that.

Hannah doesn't want to be my friend anymore.

19:09 PM

Hm, what would make her not want to be friends with them?. They have been having issues with her for a long time now, with all the times she has taken things from them.. I'm honestly glad they aren't friends anymore. She doesn't deserve them. But what confused me was why was it such a major moment in their life? Why would her not wanting to be friends change them so much? Maybe they like her more than they'd ever like you. I shook my head, it didn't matter. I sighed, turning the phone to face the floor of my room, it didn't even phase me to see plates of rotten food anymore, I didn't care.

I have grown used to living in what Mother said was, "filth." That I was wasting away in here, never eating, rarely ever socializing. But what exactly was the point anyways? Everyone's purpose is to find their soulmate and live happily ever after. But I'm 16 and don't have a clue as to who they are except that they live in a 1,000 mile radius. I used to be obsessed with them, wanting to know everything about them, trying to find them, figure out every detail I could from the few clues I was given but once I turned 15 I gave up. My mind told me they didn't want to be found, or at least by me. I tried to find everyone in the 1,000 mile radius I had regarding the names that appeared in my notifications but never found any. I was forced to stop ever sense I almost got caught in some random girl named Hannah's home. My parents ever sense then always called me a monster, or a psychopath. I've never hurt anyone, why would they say that? I'm not! Yes you are, everyone in town knows you are.

I took my free hand, colliding it with the side of my head, as if hitting myself would shut my own thoughts up. I just kept trying to make it to my desk without tripping, I shoved things off the sides, jumping at the sound of glass shattering, fuck! I shined my phone to the ground, seeing a pile of shards, shining brightly back at me. What do I do now with it? Who cares, it's just broken glass anyways. I spotted the USB, grinning as I did, I needed to add the new photos to my collection, it'll really tie the story together, wouldn't it?

All I needed to finish her story was the photos I had saved to my camera, then I can cross her out. I've only been able to cross out seven others so far, but that's out of 15 people, I need to catch up. I slipped into my bed again, plugging the ports in, watching as several pictures loaded on my computer screen, all of a red haired girl, it wasn't natural though, she's a natural blonde, but lies to her friends. Or did lie.

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