April 24, 2016
I befriended him, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I don’t hate him as much as I should. Or as much as anyone else would if they were me. This is another story that has drastically changed my life and changed me on its course. Or one of the things that lead me to lose myself even more than I already had.
I was fifteen and it was September 26th, 2008. I specifically remember the date since was right before a friend’s birthday. I had just joined mig33, wasn’t aware at all about the community. Since it was trending and I enjoyed getting to know people I just went ahead with it, plus it killed time. And it was an escape from everything else and I never had the chance to realize how critical it was. Telling someone you don’t know or might never know about yourself, there was something risky and dangerous about it and it was the kinda shit I dug. I was of course very very stupid.
About a week back, I got a call from a complete stranger, he said his name was Sina or something. I asked him how he’d gotten my number and he started being all cheesy about it, saying he’d tell me all in time. After some time he called me up again and asked me to meet up, in today’s world no one, even the stupidest one wouldn’t just meet up with a stranger. But I did, again I don’t know why. He was on a Harley Davidson. I was like whoa. Short and dark with long long hair and not good-looking at all. And looked so much older than I. After I sat on the back and he drove away. Introducing himself meanwhile. He told me why he wanted to meet up, I was so fucking relieved that he’d come clean. He told me I had messed with one of his id’s on mig33, and I didn’t remember ever messing with anyone but he was so sure and accused me of it. And apparently he wanted to get back at me for that by you know doing the worst thing you could ever do to a girl, but after seeing how casual and friendly I was he said he’d changed his mind. And all this in the first twenty minutes after I’d met him for the first time ever and still under his control. I was shocked and scared fuck thinking what the hell have I gotten myself into.
I was fifteen and it was September 26th, 2008. I specifically remember the date since was right before a friend’s birthday. I had just joined mig33, wasn’t aware at all about the community. Since it was trending and I enjoyed getting to know people I just went ahead with it, plus it killed time. And it was an escape from everything else and I never had the chance to realize how critical it was. Telling someone you don’t know or might never know about yourself, there was something risky and dangerous about it and it was the kinda shit I dug. I was of course very very stupid.
About a week back, I got a call from a complete stranger, he said his name was Sina or something. I asked him how he’d gotten my number and he started being all cheesy about it, saying he’d tell me all in time. After some time he called me up again and asked me to meet up, in today’s world no one, even the stupidest one wouldn’t just meet up with a stranger. But I did, again I don’t know why. He was on a Harley Davidson. I was like whoa. Short and dark with long long hair and not good-looking at all. And looked so much older than I. After I sat on the back and he drove away. Introducing himself meanwhile. He told me why he wanted to meet up, I was so fucking relieved that he’d come clean. He told me I had messed with one of his id’s on mig33, and I didn’t remember ever messing with anyone but he was so sure and accused me of it. And apparently he wanted to get back at me for that by you know doing the worst thing you could ever do to a girl, but after seeing how casual and friendly I was he said he’d changed his mind. And all this in the first twenty minutes after I’d met him for the first time ever and still under his control. I was shocked and scared fuck thinking what the hell have I gotten myself into.
To be continued.. if I ever find it in me to continue.
She Was Sea 