As I lay with my face glowing in the light coming from my laptop I here a knock at my door.

"Yes?" I ask, but hear nothing else.

"Chrysalis, cut it out." I say, moving my attention back to my Facebook.

I looked up to see I have one new message.

Il vastro frocio.
Nessuno ti ama.
Perché non ti ammazzi?

(Your a faggot.
No one loves you.
why don't you kill yourself?)

For the third time this week I burst into a long, undeserved sob.

After about and hour of crying my eyes out over this shit I get I feel something cold around me that wasn't there a second ago.

"God. Such a fuck up." I say as I crawl out of bed and into my bathroom.

I quickly remove my clothes and turn on the shower. It was steaming hot. When I finished washing my hair I thought I could feel eyes.

Even though I knew I was alone I felt a hateful glare from somewhere I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"Hello?" I asked into the blankness.

"Mhm." I heard from behind the curtain. I freaked out and rinsed off my body then got out and quickly put on a towel.

"Chrysalis? If your doing this your a real ass you know!" I stated with more fear then the anger I intened to come out.

I got dressed in thick pyjamas with candy canes on them because my previously burning hot room was now so cold I could hardly bare it.

I say at my desk and started a nice sketch of a house with its side being invaded by tangling, but beautiful, wild vines and flowers. Then I heard the ding that meant I got a Facebook message from my closed laptop accross the room on my bed.

I slowly stood up and slumped down on my bed and reached for my laptop. As my hand brushed it, pulling it towards me it was hot to the touch.

"Ow, shit." I said as I jerked my hand away from it.

I heard another ding come from inside it and I knew I had to do it. I grabbed at my laptop, expecting it to be burning again, buy in the short seconds between touches it had cooled all the way back to its correct cool top.

I opened the laptop and saw Facebok was open and I had 2 new messages. They were from someone I didn't recognize and the messages were in English, unlike many other I've received.

The first read:

Hey.
I haven't properly met you but I want you to know in here.

The second:

p.s. Sorry for the burn.

I freaked out after I read the second message. how could they have known I got burned?

I tried to click on who had sent me these messages, but the person'a account wouldn't pull up.

So, all I know it that his name is Matt. And judging from his profile picture, which looked like it was from the 80's, he wasn't an ugly guy... Rather cute actually.

Hello? I can't pull up your profile, but I just wanted to ask how you knew I burned my hand.

Within seconds, as if on command, he replied not even seeming to type the message.

I know.

Notes

Sorry for takin so long to update, I was grounded. :/

Thanks for reading!

~Anonmyous