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Sun 13/04/03 at 11:32
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A short story - just for you.

I wrote it.

Enjoy

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He just sat there, staring. Staring at a screen which hadn't changed for the last 7 hours, and the same screen that he knew wouldn't be changing until he turned it off. But still, like a stone, he waited as his eyes concentrated on the screen. Concentrating on trying to remember what it felt like to talk to her.

Ever since that night on Teen Chat he hadn't been able to stop thinking about what she, smelt, felt and sounded. He'd been wishing to see her running in the wind, laughing at a joke. One of his jokes.

But, alas, however hard he concentrated on the screen he knew that she wasn't going to come online at 2 o'clock on a school night, so, with his heart weighing heavy he turned off PC and went to his fantasy filled, worn-out mattress on the floor on which he knew he would dream of her again that night.

And that night wasn't any different from any of the last 60 - the one solitary picture of her that he had been sent after a heavy begging session echoed in his mind as he chased the schoolgirl he imagined her to be around a labyrinth. A labyrinth he knew inside out because it was the main focus of many of the dreams, but yet still he got lost. A labyrinth he knew would lead to him waking up in a cold sweat and feeling depressed.

He'd been left by his Mother as a child. From what his Father had told him he had a picture in his mind of a theiving, lying, whóre, but the bruises and cuts on the pictures he has of her tell a somewhat different story. When he was young he thought it was due to her theiving ways, but as he looked back on his childhood in later life it became clear that this wasn't true.

Only 2 memories of his childhood stood out in his mind - being locked in his cold, dirty room for days and getting beaten by his father. As his age grew, so did the frequency and severity of the beatings, along with amount of repressed feelings.

He awoke, moist from the sweat of The Labyrinth dream, sat up and turned on his computer. His digital alarm clock flicked to 7:56, and as Windows XP loaded up he imagined what he would have been doing 6 months ago at that very time. He remembered the black suit he pawned to pay for his internet connection fee, along with his collection of Beano annuals, even though his Versace suit had easily covered the fee. He got rid of the annuals more so to destroy every memory of his childhood - he'd been bought the annuals every year as a single Christmas present from his Father, as if to try and apoligise for the beating which littered the year.

He hadn't been to work for 3 months now, and he wasn't planning to ever again - he'd never officially been sacked, or not to his knowledge at least - the only letter he ever opened was the broadband and electric bills and all the rest got thrown away; his phone hadn't been connected for a while, since the he upgraded to broadband to be exact; All e-mails he received were deleted upon arrival, apart from any which she sent.

Not that Jenna had been online much recently. He still had the last conversation on MSN they ever had saved on his PC, and even a picture of it as his background.. As XP loaded up, he clicked on his Messenger icon, typed his password as fast as could and prayed. Prayed she had stayed off school to speak to him. Prayed she'd remember him and came online to chat. Prayed he'd received an e-mail from her containing an address and time to meet up. Prayed that God could hear him.

The PC instantly regretted informing him that no-emails had been recieved and that no-one was online, as a kick in the side of the tower made the screen jump for a second, and it quickly turned back to normal, almost as if it knew that it would get more of where that came from if it crashed.

Resigned to spending another day of looking over all the past conversations they'd had, he went to get something to eat. Unwittingly no food has passed his lips for days, and his cupboard was empty, bar a bottle of Lea & Perins which was already a year out of date when a neighbour gave it to him as a moving in gift. Not wanting to miss Jenna signing on the internet, he downed the bottle of sauce and decided he would order some 'real' food on an internet shopping site later that day.

The last time he'd done something like that was with a bottle of 'Dave's Hot Sauce' to impress a girl. The girl he was going to spend the rest of his life with. The girl who he was engaged to. the girl who his best friend ran away with. At least they hadn't found the bodies yet.

The window was now open. Laughs and screams of children passing his house brought back memories of the night that Jenna tried to have a voice conversation with him. Although he knew he couldn't hear anything on the night, now he distinctly remembered a teenage laugh before she cancelled it.

He lent out of his window, watching the school children pass. He hoped that Jenna went to St. Roberts, his local school, as they had never discussed her address. He lent out of the window, wondering how much coverage a suicide near a school would get. National papers? No, he thought, it would need to be much, much more than that. Naked probably would get decent coverage. He was half naked before he realised what he was doing - killing himself on the off chance that a 15 year old girl would make the connection between his real name and his online screenname - '16_male_hot' and declare her love for a dead, middle-aged man.

He looked in his wardrobe, and pulled out the best shirt and trousers, and put them on and searched for his breifcase. Scrounging enough Bus Fare to reach the city centre, he opened his front door. As he turned the lock to end his Internet hell, he heard a sound. His PC was still on and Jenna had signed in.

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Sun 13/04/03 at 15:18
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"Festivus!"
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The only Costello song i can recall is 'Olivers Army'

Although if you played me 'She' I'd probably recognise it.

And BEARDS., I feel sorry for you.

But read my story.

Thank you Azul.
Sun 13/04/03 at 15:08
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"Which one's pink?"
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BEARDS., I feel for you.
Really.
Sun 13/04/03 at 15:07
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"Cardboard Tube Ninj"
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No, I haven't read this one, I'm not reading yours. I'm adding cheats, and I've only done about 200 out of the 600 it started at.
Sun 13/04/03 at 15:05
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"Z will be here soon"
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Psst BEARDS - read my story :-)
Sun 13/04/03 at 15:00
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"Cardboard Tube Ninj"
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Everytime I look in this forum and see this post, my brain starts to quietly play the tune of "She" by Elvis Costello.
Sun 13/04/03 at 14:56
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"Which one's pink?"
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Tribbers - quality post and story mate.
The detailling was good, and I enjoyed it very much.
Nice one.
Sun 13/04/03 at 14:36
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"aka memo aaka gayby"
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Go Team Robin!!
Sun 13/04/03 at 14:35
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"Festivus!"
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Memorandum wrote:
> Now stawking her. Yes.

Stawking!

The Legacy lives on! Long live the legacy! Yay!
Sun 13/04/03 at 14:29
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"aka memo aaka gayby"
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Update:

Went back to internet again.
Found out where Jenna lived.
Now stawking her. Yes.
Sun 13/04/03 at 14:27
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"Festivus!"
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Sorry Memo - t'was Kyz who informed me of your antics.

Blame him - I do.

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