"COME the fuck ON! WORK, bitch, WORK!" I screeched at my laptop. The damn thing just wouldn't work. I mean, I've been trying to get the sonovabitch to at least UNFREEZE for THIRTY FUCKING MIN—oh, I guess I should introduce myself 'fore I go on about my life. The name's Amber.
Try not to wear it out.
I'm a pretty average 18-year-old girl—no life, practically dirt poor, living in an apartment, and still a wallflower by basic standards.
My hair is black, long, and tends to have fly aways in random places when there's no wind. At all. My eyes are brown, and under the left one is a freckle. My bangs cover my right eye, for some reason. I dunno, I guess my hair just falls into place there. Plus, I'm too lazy to try and pin it up every day, at the risk getting more fly aways. I already have enough. More is not wanted. My skin is nice, I suppose. Almost tan, but not quite.
Back to the lap top problem, I grabbed my phone and dialed the phone number of my best frenemy: Jeremy Smith. He's a freakin' genius with computers. He also isn't exactly the stereotype image of computer whizzes: blond hair, green eyes, totally blemish-free, and he was the second-line quarterback back when we were in high school. Us two became close during senior year—not, y'know, close close, but we told each other practically everything and fought constantly. So in a way, we're like brother and sister. We don't go to the same college, but we keep in touch with each other by meeting at restaurants and calling and other friendly friend-y friend shit.
"Yes?"
"Yo Jeremy. I need help."
"Amber, who did you stab and why?"
"Wow. So nice when you jump to such conclusions," I muttered sarcastically.
"No, just kidding."
"You better be 'cause I know where you live. I mean with my lap top. It won't come on."
"Stalker. OK, well, have you tried..."
About an hour of trying, failing, questioning, answering, hair pulling, face palming, and cursing later, Jeremy was ready to give and I couldn't agree more. "Heh, this would be a whole lot easier if we could just say it wasn't charged, huh Amber?" I froze and my blood ran cold. "Amber?" Jeremy questioned. "Helloooo?" he asked again in a singsong voice. I did not answer. "It's not charged, is it?"
"Umm... no?"
"So I wasted an hour of my time for nothing?"
"Uhh... maybe?"
"Amber?"
"Yes, my rainbow-striped Honey Bunch?"
"You're an idiot."
"Well, you're the one who didn't ask in the first place!"
"Only because I didn't think you were stupid enough to NOT check to see if it was charged BEFORE you called me, so excuse me for thinking you actually contained common sense!"
"MAKE YOUR SENTENCES SHORTER!"
"NO!"
I paused for a minute and sighed.
"Hey, Jeremy?"
"What?" he practically growled into the phone.
"Your time wasn't wasted." I grinned.
"What do you mean?"
"You got to talk to me~!" I sang.
...
"OH HELL NAW! I know you did NOT just hang up on me!"
The dial tone proved me wrong.
"Fine then, you ASS JACKET!" I slammed the phone back down on the receiver.
I plugged the charger into the lap top just as my lights flashed off ominously. "WHAT THE FUCK?" I yelled. I looked out my window to see dark clouds rolling in at an incredibly fast rate. "OK, this weather is really creeping me out." I spoke to myself. Strangest thing was, I didn't even see a lightning flash nor hear a roll of thunder, yet my lights went off. "Oh, HELL naw! I know y'all punk-ass mofos ain't in MY room that I rented, messin' with MY damn electricity!" On eachfloor is seven rooms, and we have six floors. Each room (the one you rent, not like a bathroom) has its own fuse box, which is located in the apartment's basement. Don't ask me why, I just live here.
I scurried to the kitchen and grabbed my weaponry out of the cabinet—a bottle of Worcestershire and a bottle of liquor. I then started debating on which bottle I should use to bust on someones head. I loved them both dearly, but one of them had to go. "Worcesteshire or liquor? Worcesteshire or liquor? Worcesteshire or liquor?" Then I grinned again. "Liquor or worcesteshire? Liquor or worcesteshire? Liquor or worcesteshire?" It was then that I noticed the wooden baseball bat sitting idly on the counter, practically screaming "ME! USE ME! I WANT SOME BRAINZ!" I grinned even more and pick up the thick bat, testing a few swings before deciding it was good.
I slowly crept down the stairs to the first floor and headed down to the first floor, noticing that every room, like mine, was dark. And empty. I shivered. I looked out the first floor window and saw that the dark clouds from earlier were settled in and pouring rain. I opened the basement door once I finished descending the stairs and looked around. Just like all the other rooms: dark, empty, and creepy. I tiptoed into the room and flipped the emergency switch right next to the door to 'ON'. Nothing. Not even a flicker. I reached into my pocket, hoping, praying, that they we—YES! I held the brand new match up to my yet again grinning face. Or what I'm guessing was my face. It was pitch-black dark in there, and my eyes still hadn't adjusted. The only reason I made it there in the first place is because I knew that apartment like the back of my hand.
I flicked the match across the wall. Nothing. I did it again, and it still refused to light. I finally got it after the fourth or fifth time, and held my only light source down to my watch. 8:39, it said. What? I thought. When I called Jeremy, it was only 5:00. I went over to my fuse box by finding the room number—204.
All the lights were flipped towards 'ON'.
OK, something funky is definitely goin' on here. I looked at my neighbor's. All of them were towards 'ON', too.
I turned around and came face-to-face with... ANOTHER FACE! I screamed and swung the bat wildly. I must have swung hard, because I heard a hard THUD against the wall. I bolted for the door but it was slammed shut fiercely by someone... or something. "Curiosity killed the cat," someone slash something hissed in my ear. "Do I look like a fucking cat?" I growled. I swung low with the bat, trying to hit a certain something, since I figured the voice was male. Oh, I hit something alright. It was hard as FUCK, and the vibrations traveled up my arm through my throbbing hands. I immediately dropped the bat and rubbed my hands. The intruders took this opportunity to take my bat and crack me upside the head with it. I stumbled backwards. "Hey... y'all see dem... stars~?" I fell backwards, out cold.
"We can't kill her until we find out where we are."
"WHY THE FUCK NOT? BITCH FUCKIN' SMACKED MY DAMN HEAD OFF!"
"Tobi thinks she was just scared and was just defending herself!"
"Tobi, you don't think, un."
"Well Hidan-san was the one who popped in front of her."
"Shut the fuck up, Fishy."
Amber groaned and held her aching head. "Damn voices, shut up. I only talk to y'all when I'm lonely, not when I have killer headaches..."
A/N: Please review and tell me if you like the story so far. I like to hear your opinions, and also if you think Amber is a Mary-Sue or not. Kthanksbai~ 8D
