Still having trouble with italics... I've tried out a million different
things but none of them work! So, for future reference, italics are still
typed /this/ /way/.
Nithke – Wow my first ever review!! Thank you for not completely slating the whole thing!! Yeah I was thinking about a small summary, so I'm going to try and put one up. What can I say, you have cracked the mystery female, yeah its Trinity. Not saying who's writing it though, it might not even be a person... he he, and out of interest, what made you think it was a female?
Torokaha – Thank you so much, I hope you'll still like it when you read this chapter because I'm not sure that it's written as well as the last one. Thanks for the confidence boost!
Anyway, enjoy! R&R readers x
~
Chapter 2
She didn't have an alarm clock anymore. The time of day had no meaning to her. She would work when she wanted, sleep when she was tired, and eat when she felt hungry. She would wake when she had had enough sleep, not to an alarm, so she was surprised when she woke to the sound of a continuous ringing in her ears.
The telephone.
She hadn't heard it ring in so long she had almost forgotten what it sounded like. Almost forgotten it was there. She slipped out of her bed and quickly stepped across her laptop lying on the floor, the thin wire snaking out of it reaching over to the socket in the wall. She lent upwards as she grabbed the telephone off the hook on her bare shelf. She had been living for god knows how long without anything more than she needed. Her belongings were in other people's homes now, as she sold them to make more money to fund her infatuating pastime that consumed her innermost /soul/.
"Hello?"
She held the phone close to her face subconsciously, as if she could absorb the human attention she was receiving now.
"Good afternoon, ma'am." It was afternoon. Interesting. "Can I interest you in buying two hundred new channels for your cable with an extra free trial with every purchase?"
She was confused. But it was just a salesperson.
"Uh... I don't think so..."
"We could take your details and send you an information pack if you would prefer more time to think about it." She stayed silent. "Can I take your first and last names please, miss?"
She opened her mouth to say her name when she realised. It just wasn't her anymore. This name belonged to another person. That naïve feminine upper- middle class white bred bitch of a human, who wore impressive two-piece suits and elegant dresses in the evening and who had bitchy spic-and-span friends who drowned her with compliments about her never ending collection of graceful, feminine outfits she wore out to lunch with them almost every day. That youthful inexperienced /naïve/ little girl living in a rose tinted world and who was immune to the truth. But now.... who was she now? She was an introvert, spending her life looking for things that weren't there, living in solitude with the exception of answering the door when the supermarket internet-order delivery man came past with her shopping. Now she was a shell of the person she was before... or had she imploded the other way and the girl she used to be was a fraction of who she was now? Perhaps both, perhaps neither. Although she had always been fortunately intelligent, she ordinarily didn't need to use that side of herself before. But now, exercising this part of her mind seemed to be what she was destined for.
"Ma'am? Are you still there?" she'd almost forgotten she was on the phone. "Could I take your name, please?"
Then, this insignificant salesperson brought back who this woman was. Brought back those memories she had that made her know she no longer wanted to have to be polite to strangers, or to put forward an etiquette with a person she disliked.
"I told you I didn't want your product. Don't ring my number again, thank you."
She hung the phone up. Her expression of gratitude was not exactly sarcastic, but more authoritive, the way teachers talked to kids less that half their age. She bent over to the laptop on the floor and carried it to the bare desk underneath the window. The curtains were closed, as they always were, and she had no intention of ever drawing them again. The phone started ringing again. Slightly more cross she stepped back to the phone, pulling it off the hook.
"I told you not to-"
"Told me not to what?"
This was a different voice. A heavy male voice, with a hint of something.... she couldn't tell...
Unphased by this surprise she didn't answer.
"I'm sorry I thought you were someone else." She said coolly. "Can I help you?"
"I thought you might be able to help me, actually."
His tone had a clever edge to it. Clever because he knew something, or clever because he was about to?
"Are you trying to sell something?"
"No. But perhaps you would buy what I was offering?"
She sighed audibly into the phone. "What do you mean?"
"A new life? What you're looking for. A life where no lies are left covered." Something happened inside her at that point. A kind of changeover. The world tilted very, very slightly, and something interior dropped down to her feet. This person, this man she was talking to knew her inside out.
"Do I know you?"
"I think you'd like to meet me."
'But I don't know you' nearly slipped out of her mouth then, but that wasn't her. That was the naïve little rich girl.
"Where?"
"When can you get to the corner of 21st?"
"Fifteen minutes."
"See you then."
~
Nithke – Wow my first ever review!! Thank you for not completely slating the whole thing!! Yeah I was thinking about a small summary, so I'm going to try and put one up. What can I say, you have cracked the mystery female, yeah its Trinity. Not saying who's writing it though, it might not even be a person... he he, and out of interest, what made you think it was a female?
Torokaha – Thank you so much, I hope you'll still like it when you read this chapter because I'm not sure that it's written as well as the last one. Thanks for the confidence boost!
Anyway, enjoy! R&R readers x
~
Chapter 2
She didn't have an alarm clock anymore. The time of day had no meaning to her. She would work when she wanted, sleep when she was tired, and eat when she felt hungry. She would wake when she had had enough sleep, not to an alarm, so she was surprised when she woke to the sound of a continuous ringing in her ears.
The telephone.
She hadn't heard it ring in so long she had almost forgotten what it sounded like. Almost forgotten it was there. She slipped out of her bed and quickly stepped across her laptop lying on the floor, the thin wire snaking out of it reaching over to the socket in the wall. She lent upwards as she grabbed the telephone off the hook on her bare shelf. She had been living for god knows how long without anything more than she needed. Her belongings were in other people's homes now, as she sold them to make more money to fund her infatuating pastime that consumed her innermost /soul/.
"Hello?"
She held the phone close to her face subconsciously, as if she could absorb the human attention she was receiving now.
"Good afternoon, ma'am." It was afternoon. Interesting. "Can I interest you in buying two hundred new channels for your cable with an extra free trial with every purchase?"
She was confused. But it was just a salesperson.
"Uh... I don't think so..."
"We could take your details and send you an information pack if you would prefer more time to think about it." She stayed silent. "Can I take your first and last names please, miss?"
She opened her mouth to say her name when she realised. It just wasn't her anymore. This name belonged to another person. That naïve feminine upper- middle class white bred bitch of a human, who wore impressive two-piece suits and elegant dresses in the evening and who had bitchy spic-and-span friends who drowned her with compliments about her never ending collection of graceful, feminine outfits she wore out to lunch with them almost every day. That youthful inexperienced /naïve/ little girl living in a rose tinted world and who was immune to the truth. But now.... who was she now? She was an introvert, spending her life looking for things that weren't there, living in solitude with the exception of answering the door when the supermarket internet-order delivery man came past with her shopping. Now she was a shell of the person she was before... or had she imploded the other way and the girl she used to be was a fraction of who she was now? Perhaps both, perhaps neither. Although she had always been fortunately intelligent, she ordinarily didn't need to use that side of herself before. But now, exercising this part of her mind seemed to be what she was destined for.
"Ma'am? Are you still there?" she'd almost forgotten she was on the phone. "Could I take your name, please?"
Then, this insignificant salesperson brought back who this woman was. Brought back those memories she had that made her know she no longer wanted to have to be polite to strangers, or to put forward an etiquette with a person she disliked.
"I told you I didn't want your product. Don't ring my number again, thank you."
She hung the phone up. Her expression of gratitude was not exactly sarcastic, but more authoritive, the way teachers talked to kids less that half their age. She bent over to the laptop on the floor and carried it to the bare desk underneath the window. The curtains were closed, as they always were, and she had no intention of ever drawing them again. The phone started ringing again. Slightly more cross she stepped back to the phone, pulling it off the hook.
"I told you not to-"
"Told me not to what?"
This was a different voice. A heavy male voice, with a hint of something.... she couldn't tell...
Unphased by this surprise she didn't answer.
"I'm sorry I thought you were someone else." She said coolly. "Can I help you?"
"I thought you might be able to help me, actually."
His tone had a clever edge to it. Clever because he knew something, or clever because he was about to?
"Are you trying to sell something?"
"No. But perhaps you would buy what I was offering?"
She sighed audibly into the phone. "What do you mean?"
"A new life? What you're looking for. A life where no lies are left covered." Something happened inside her at that point. A kind of changeover. The world tilted very, very slightly, and something interior dropped down to her feet. This person, this man she was talking to knew her inside out.
"Do I know you?"
"I think you'd like to meet me."
'But I don't know you' nearly slipped out of her mouth then, but that wasn't her. That was the naïve little rich girl.
"Where?"
"When can you get to the corner of 21st?"
"Fifteen minutes."
"See you then."
~
