•- [Y/n]'s Perspective -•

I stood up from my bed with a groan. A hand fell from my face and I adjusted my vision. I looked over to my side to see and hear a crystal gem clock ticking. 12:45 in the morning. Personal record to not being able to sleep, 3 days. I leaned on the nearby wall by my bed and I frowned on myself.

"When was the last time I ate...?" I asked myself. My voice made my face scrunch itself by reflex. It sounded like my throat was grated with a cheese grater. I yawned and stood up from the bed swinging my legs and my feet felt the cold wood beneath it.

I dragged my feet into the cold wooden floor and trying to ignore the mess I keep on making on my bedroom. I closed the door behind me, the hallway to my stair was silent and cold. I tried looking for the light switch. When I failed to, I scoffed and forget about it. "It will be just useless, I know my way, I don't need extra electric bills." I said to myself as I blindly held onto the railing of my stairs and navigatated my way through.

I reached down and the light were turned on. I let a pained hiss for my wallet today. "I forgot to turn this off..." On that note, it was more clean than my room surely. Plus on being so lonely, no one tells me questions why I look horrible. But even if they did ask, I just answer with a shrug and say. "I look extra fabulously ugly don't I?" With a sassy hair flip and they laugh...

I let out a sigh and my face flattened. "I should pobably talk to my friends in Writer's Pad again. They probably miss me." I say as memories of me laughing and crying my eyes off that website.

I met a lot of good people and we shared the same interests. I made my way towards my castle, the kitchen. I look inside the fridge to see it half full, a pat on the back for you [Y/n]. You didn't ate everything from the fridge.

I laugh at myself and took a [c/f] ice cream and took it's lid off. "Who am I even talking to?" I took a spoon in the cupboard and made my way back to my room.

I flicked the lights off on my way and turned on my room light back again. To see the papers piling up in the corner with an half empty trash can. Clothes not folded nor color coded piled near the laundry basket and pecks of dust licked the wooden floor I had. My bed was in a mess with it's blanket which fell off. I sigh to myself and grabbed the blanket and put it it on top of the bed. I sat down on my chair and pressed my pc on and charged my phone.

The mouse clicked on my contact and keep clicking in every press I made. I look lazily on my computer monitor to fall off my chair to see many people sending me emails. I scratched my head and groaned. "Now I gotta organize my emails again."

Suffice to say, I'm happy everything about my life isn't so bad. I got some ice cream, friends over seas. Ain't too shaby as long as I pay for my electrical bills, rent, wifi and food... Don't forget about the food.

I leaned on my chair and got my drawing book. A sharpened pencil on my hand I started making the structure and base of my character to hear a gust of wind passing. I turned my head to the wall next to me. My window was lock shut so there's no reason why a wind would be blowing.

"hey, there." A monotone voice snapped me out of my trance. I looked over to who it was.

Ink

•- End -•

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