Stabbed Hearts Two: Games of Dearth (Ben Drowned)

Going Home

FINALLY I AM USING MY LAPTOP, sorry guys, I had a chronic case of lazyassidis. It’s VERY contagious *coughs on Willow* XD cx WTF LANI NOT COOL nuu I don’t wanna edit lol

Leah POV

I had finally climbed up the last stair up to the top floor of our apartment complex, looking out the window hall to see a setting sun over the city skyline. They said they had fixed the elevator, but no way in hell I was going to use it with it always breaking. The last time it broke, some man was stuck in it for three hours. That’s three hours I could have been doing something I wanted, not drowning in a pool of my own boredom if it were me. i was pulling out my keys and  I noticed something that wasn’t that strange when I got the apartment. The door was unlocked, but that wasn’t odd, it must have been mom forgetting to lock the door on her lunch break, as usual. I walked in the slightly ajar door to enter the small, but cozy and slightly dark, living room.  

I wasn’t tired or scared though, for some reason I never am. Thought most people would. My mom when I was at school must have put up a few paintings of abstract art as well. She had ordered them and had them in a box a while back; she even had all the paining strips up. We had a regular sized couch, a love seat, and a small glass coffee table in the middle. The modest 40 inch TV was mounted on the wall over the gas fireplace. i tured it on.  And I could see into the kitchen by the open concept layout of the apartment. The kitchen floor was fake stone linoleum and the tile and backsplash on the wall were a pastel yellow, my mom’s favorite. I turned on the light to the living room, illuminating the crazy lined art painting series she bought.

I focus my thoughts back to the task at hand. It’s the weekend, and more importantly I’m feeling a bit peckish and craving something different. Not too different, just something I don’t normally do. Maybe that might break me out of this whatever it is I’m felling.  It’s like everything is the same and I need something to fix it. This usually happens when I am alone too long, though I like being alone. It’s not that I hate people, but people suck. YouTube can’t try to fight you and talk about you behind you back. You computer can’t betray you for your best friend.

When I was in my first year of middle school, I had only two friends, Joseph and Angela. sound familiar? I choose them because I thought that they would be good friends. I didn’t like people then either, but I figured why not give it a try. We had known each other since preschool, though I didn’t try to be friends with them until the year before I went to middle school. I even helped Josh when bullies broke his leg the year before that, before I even tried to be his friend. What was I going to do, let them throw him off the latter at school twice? I trusted only those two people once, and it was fun while it lasted, I’ll admit that.  But then I got fillings for Josh. I’d giggle at his stupid jokes, and blush when he called me pretty.  I even thought he was going to ask me out. About a week later, who did I catch breaking my heart? Anglia and Josh making out in my room on my bed when mom was gone to work and I was getting popcorn. They disgust me. And she soon wasn’t enough for him. Once he joined the football team and she became miss perfect, he dumped her and became the school player, both left me in the dust to be the outcast. I don’t mind the outcast part with me hating people and all. It would have made me a ‘loser’ anyway, but what I do mind is how I was treated like dirt by only people I actually liked for their own gain. That I will never forgive.

Thinking about that made me slightly irritated and I plopped on the dark blue couch and heard a papery crunch and crackle. I sat slightly up and see a note, a bit crumpled but folded neatly. I open and read it.

Leah, I left some spaghetti, fresh rolls, and dugouts in the oven for you so you can have some real dinner for once. Mom

I went and put the food into the microwave and left to my room. I threw on my black PJ set and pulled my laptop from under my clothes in my closet and set it up on my bed. When I had gotten late but I wasn’t sleepy yet, so I watched some more YouTube.  Nothing fancy, just random videos about whatever I wanted. If I was in the mood for until there was allot of random flipping out from my laptop. It would keep going to some sight called Cleverbot and say hi. That spam site must be a virus giving one or something, I never heard of it.  But it became more aggressive as time went on.  It got to the point to when I restarted my computer, it would pop up right after I logged in. I shut off my laptop after that and it came back on with a green screen and allot of 0101010 sequence going over and over until it got to the end and turned red and asked are you scared yet?

Well this is different, but I don’t think I like it.

“Whoever broke my computer is going to pay for it.”