Chapter 2

I went inside my room and laid down on the mattress. It was not that thick or comfy but it'll do. It'll always do. I just remembered something and quickly switch on my phone. As expected, there was a notification from my SNS. I opened it and saw a lot of unread message at my home. I tapped the screen and the conversation opened up.

@machinegunsmoker : hey 
@machinegunsmoker : hey u there 
@machinegunsmoker : hey u okay 
@machinegunsmoker : hey u there 
@machinegunsmoker : lemme know if u there 
@machinegunsmoker : im obviously not frickin out u not there 
@machinegunsmoker : reply me when u there
@machinegunsmoker : bye
@machinegunsmoker : u there

I chuckled softly as I read the texts. Well, as you can see, I got a social account. Well, who didn't? For Christ's sake this was the 21st century so it was kinda essential to have thing like this. 

At first, I felt it was stupid. Obviously. I mean, I could see people on the street just looking down on their phone, ignoring their surrounding and just completely immersed inside their social world. 
There was even serious cases when accident happen, you know. I didn't know how great it was people even dare to put their social world over their REAL world. Not until Se Na made me one.

And now I just couldn't stop myself. Especially because of this person.

@painkiller : here

Well, that's my username. I know it was ridiculous. I know right but it just happened. Se Na urged me to create a username in like 2.5 seconds or something so that was the first thing popped in my mind. I think it was maybe some kind of thing I watched. Was it movie? Was it commercial? Was it song? 

Or maybe at the medicine package?

Yeah, that was probably it.

@machinegunsmoker : i thought you lost or something
@painkiller : no dude u so stupid
@machinegunsmoker : where have u been anyway?
@machinegunsmoker : i sent like 10 texts or something
@painkiller : nowhere n guess what
@machinegunsmoker : what
@painkiller : i got kicked out again
@machinegunsmoker : again?
@machinegunsmoker : man ure
@painkiller : ikr
@painkiller : but im staying at my friends place so yeah
@machinegunsmoker : duh
@painkiller : what duh?
@machingunsmoker : i wonder when well finally get to meet
@painkiller : u asked that like zillion times already
@painkiller : get over it
@machinegunsmoker : what? u dont want to?
@painkiller : i do but the chance is like 0.0000000000000000000000000001
@machinegunsmoker : now ure exaggerating
@painkiller : im not so live with it
@machinegunsmoker : negativity
@painkiller : its not n im sleepy
@painkiller : gnite
@machinegunsmoker : okay bye
@machinegunsmoker : gnite
@machinegunsmoker : i miss u already

I smiled seeing that as I turned off my phone and placed it by my pillow. Yeah, this machinegunsmoker pretty much know me well. We've been friends like, I don't know, a year already? How did we know each other? So, here's the thing, there used to be this chat room where they just picked up any random people and made they be inside the chat room where they get to know each other. 

It was like 10 people in my chat room but I never once say anything there. I'm not that good in socialize. Especially with a lot of people. Until this one day, this machinegunsmoker text me personally. At first I ignore him but he insisted that he just wanna be friend or something so since then, we've been texting each other by the SNS.

A year of our friendship, I had been exposing some stuff about my life. Mostly about me getting kicked out. Se Na told me it was dangerous to just share things like that to people we don't know but that was the good of it; we don't know. He seems like a normal guy so I didn't find any problem with that.

We don't know each other and he never said strange stuff like a random psychopath's sayings so we're good.

But I still know boundaries. Rather than those things I've told him, those that I kept to myself were a lot more.

I don't know that much about him. What I know is he loves things like stars, planets, constellations or something like that. Claimed to be his passion. I didn't think his life was like mine. He never say they were good but he seemed to never have problem. Like, never. 

At least maybe not like mine.