Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26415639-20150606200102

Self-harm and NSFW warning.

I remember when I used to use Skype a lot. I mean a lot. I would go on chatrooms and just private message my username to anyone who was up for a call. I really didn't have too many friends in those days, so I substituted it with online friends. I eventually found this thing called "Wikia", which I pretty much thought was just a knockoff of Wikipedia. Boy, was I wrong. This thing let you make your own entire wiki, and you got to code it with custom CSS, JavaScript, Templates and everything. I loved it.

I eventually decided to create a wiki of my own, and after a few months of stealing code for my benefit, I bought a subscription to CodeSchool. I was on my computer a lot at this point. I would wake up in the morning, run down to the nearest 7-11, buy some milk, soda, sandwich supplies and go back to my apartment and get back on my computer. I learned how to work variables, manipulate DOMs, traverse DOMs, all of that jazz. I then got onto HTML classes, spending all of my time learning shit.

At this point I had forgotten about Skype. I just got so obsessed with learning all there was to computers and programming. My reality was gone, all there was was my computer. Around this time my landlord came over to collect my rent money, which I, without a job, did not have. I weaseled my way out of it, and he gave me another week to get the money.

I forgot about getting a job, of course, and my landlord kicked me out. All I brought with me was my computer, phone, and a backpack stuffed entirely with clothes. I made my way to my parents' house, and stayed there until I would get back on my feet. I ended up locking my computer up, afraid I would become obsessed with it again.

I eventually got a job at a Market Basket near an apartment out for rent that I wanted. I began saving up my money, and after a few weeks of sparingly buying food and buying a gym membership, I got enough to pay for the first three months.

I got really back into shape, barely watching television and just all out exersizing a lot more. I ate a lot less junk, and when I did it was only for special occasions, e.g. getting a better job, my birthday, at celebrations, etc.

After a long, hard, contemplation, I decided to set my computer back up, just for business purposes. I completely factory reset it, and eventually ended up downloading Skype again. I dug through my files and found my old information for it, putting it into the "Log In" window and then deleting the notepad file. I had no contacts, which sucked because I used to have really good friends, so I decided to go check out Wikia again.

The thing had really updated a lot since I had last logged on a few years ago. It had this thing called a WAM, blog posts, and message walls which were basically forums.

I went on a chat where I met this guy. His username was "HugeBatteryPoweredFan" or something along those lines. We started talking to each other over the main chat. He was apparently a video game collector. I thought that was really cool, so I asked if he wanted to PM. He accepted, and we starting privately chatting, discussing the video games he had. He eventually asked if I had Skype and I told him I did. I gave him my username and he sent me a request.

We got into a call and I realized he was a bit younger than me at the sound of his voice. "Hey dude, you realize I'm 24, right?"

"Yeah, whatever, just don't try creepy shit hahah," he responded.

"How old are you again? 16?" I asked him.

"Yeah." Our chats continued from there. I would limit myself to three hours only per day to talk to him.

We got more personal from there on. We started webcamming, and talking about our disorders. I helped him out with his depression as he did mine. He started telling me about his...cutting. It scared me.

We grew closer over time. We talked a lot more, although normally I was on my phone, I still exercised a lot. I finally decided I wanted to meet him. I wanted to surprise him. I knew he lived somewhere in Indiana, so I asked him what town he lived in and, us being so close, he gladly told me.

I bought a plane ticket to Indiana, renting a car once I got there and driving to one of the best restaurants in his town. With my luck, he was there. I ran up to him. "Tyler!" I yelled in joy.

"Oh my god, Reagan?!" he yelled back in joy.

I hugged him, holding him in my arms for a while. He was 18 at this point, but it wasn't sexual or romantic anyway. We walked out, him getting into my car with me. He gave me his address and I drove him home. It was fine, since he took the bus to the restaurant.

We walked up into his apartment. As soon as I walked in I gasped in amazement. "Your place is so neat!" I exclaimed.

"I have OCD hahah remember?" he replied.

"Oh yeah."

We ate and I asked if I could crash there, since I had nowhere else to go at this point. Renting a hotel room would just be stupid, I wanted to be with my "brother".

I woke up in the morning, but I wasn't in the same apartment. I was under a bridge, surrounded by beer bottles, wrists slit.

No! I thought, ''NO! IT WAS A DREAM?! NO!'' I started weeping, and remembered why I was under a bridge, surrounded by beer bottles, wrists slit.

I had fought with my mother and she kicked me out, and I got betrayed by all of my friends. And I had depression.

My eyes were shut, I was sobbing loudly and I did not notice the man approaching me. I did not notice the knife he plunged into my chest. I did not notice he looked exactly like Tyler. 