Thread: Internet Killers {Love&MrQuixotic}

Vivian was watching reruns of X-Files in her dark apartment, why? Because she wasn't a very social girl. She could have been out that night and having a blast as the club. She was lean, her body was beautiful and so was her pretty little face with blonde hair. But, she just wasn't interested in that sort of thing. Her friends texted here most of the night and she gave them the same shit ass excuses. 'Sorry, I don't feel good.' 'Not coming out tonight, homework' It was all a lie, she was in her pajamas with her hair in a messy bun. Spending her evening with her lap top and coffee. Not to mention to find if the truth really was out there!? Her lap top sat open off her coffee table as Vivian took a blanket around her legs and leaned on her legs while she sat Indian style. Big blue eyes glued to the show as she sipped her cinnamon bun creamed coffee. She'd rather be here, than out there with those other humans. It only made the deep humming inside of her bones worse. Seeing girls that made her teeth grit, or boys that groped her ass that made her want to rip the skin off their very bodies. So, this was just easier on her sanity and everyone else around her. Often time her grandmother had locked her in her closet when she started to rage and flip her shit. This was the adult version of 'closing herself off'. It was the small sound of a message blinging on the site she came to from time to time that made her jump and nearly spill her coffee. Mother fucker... She grumbled and licked the warm coffee off her hand and sat her coffee down on the table, eyes looking to the computer. She got a message back?! That was weird....normally when she called people out on here they called her a bitch hater, and ignored her. Leaning over she grabbed her laptop and placed it in her lap. Her head was cocked all the way over as she read the message. The words made her shiver, but not in a way of fear and a smile crept to her face. Once she finished she was quick to pulled out a reply to this. Her fingers moved like lighting over the keys as she chewed on her plump bottom lip. Oh, that was a beautiful thing to say. In reference to some finding death in old age and other in pain. It was a strange thing to answer to that, but that was how she was..... What have I done? I'm sure its nothing compared to you. If you are what you say you are. I'm here to release this desire, this....ache in my bones...the fire in my muscles....I need to be set free. I feel like there is something inside of my crawling and twisting deep inside, and I need to let it out. I need to feel the bodies, I need to hear screams and the blood...I need...to be more. That is why I am here, I'm seeking more. If you accept my offer, I'd like to attempt fulfill it.... PS. Good, I wouldn't want it any other way. Once she sent the message she leaned back against the couch. Her heart was beating quicker, someone was really speaking with her about this and the rush alone was enough to make pin pricks along her skin as she shuddered. Setting the lap top down and shook her hands. This couldn't really being happening could it? She wondered if this guy was as full of shit as the others....or was this one for real. He didn't talk like the others through her reading his messages. Perhaps this one was true, and just the idea of it being real nearly made her throw up. Not out of fear, but of sheer excitement. She grabbed up her blanket and gripped it tightly and kicked her legs in excitement. Oh please oh please oh please She muttered, her eyes looking at the screen before she shook her head. Oh for fucks sake, Vivian get a fucking grip! He's full of shit and you know it. She bashed herself and dropped the blanket and sighed, laying down on the couch and looking back at her episode of X-Files. It was a false hope that would never come true.