CHAPTER 3

Time check; 19:09 PM and my eyes are bloodshot red and stinging. My brothers are home from work and find me paralyzed on the couch. They try asking me what happened it I'm once no use to them. They then steal my phone and unlock it but find nothing out of the ordinary. They try and comfort me as much as they can but I'm just frozen, internally and externally. Days flew by and I can't focus in school. My head is fat and my heart is still aching. The more I try forgetting, the more vivid it becomes. I just need to talk to anyone about this, literally anyone!!

I'm on Omegle trying to get someone to listen to my sob story. Skips after skips, person after person. Could I just simply not be able to fill the void inside me? Would my peace forever remain unknown to the world?

I'm now willing to part ways with the website. But the more I stayed, the more I couldn't keep myself together. I then simply broke down, banging my head against the keyboard. I let out the biggest cry of my life. My head started aching, my heart was throbbing. Time check; 10;13 PM and I was abruptly disturbed by a fragile yet bold voice.

"Hey!"

I slowly lift my head up to see who disrupted my private breakdown time but then my eyes widened. Before me was a guy (probably a year older than me) with two-toned colored hair, chestnut colored eyes and oversized hoodie that covered majority of his forehead. I finally responded once again, "Hi". I couldn't stop staring at the lower half of his face. His nose was sculpted by angel, his jawline could cut through diamonds, his heart-shaped lips needed company. I then snapped back into reality when he spoke once again. "Is everything okay?", he said. His voice was like honey to my ears. "Yeah, I'm good", I lied. I wasn't in the right mental state to tell a random stranger my life drama. Why did I hop onto Omegle in the first place? He looked at me with a concerning face and I could clearly tell that he knew that everything was wrong.

Time check; 12:03AM and silence filled the atmosphere. The only voices being heard were the cries of broken souls waiting to break free.

"Lemme play something for you". I nod and he starts playing this song I heard once at a party. The atmosphere isn't as heavy as before. He then starts singing along and my eyes widened. His voice is angelic and sweet yet bold and had great impact. It hit me right in the core.

"You have an amazing singing voice", I say to him as a tiny smile creeps upon my face causing him to chuckle. He thanked me gracefully. "What's your name?", he asked me, in which I responded, "Vi, and you?". He introduced himself as Axle.

A feeling suddenly arose, one that I had never felt before, a sensation similar to that of euphoria.

We then exchanged socials and I went to bed with a huge grin on my face.