In a small room in a house barely seen on the busy road, sat a girl alone in front of a computer screen. The walls were purple with a also purple borderline, that had a many copy of a cartoon character that when almost around the room. Almost because of the irregular shape, because of this it was called the purple room. The character also covered the walls, for it was the theme of the room. Along one side of the room was a giant deep crack that pushed inward to the room. Usually covered by a bed that would be place there in the day. Another bed layed on the floor horizontal to the other. A room she knew someone slept in, a room that was only meant to hold those rare guest that came, but it could not be help.
She would stay in this room for at least eight hours once a week on the only useable computer located in the home. As she sat in front of the computer screen typing, heavy thoughts enter her mind. The song she was listing to had lost it charm to her, but played to denie the thought that held on to her. But every time it would pause she would stop and look at the half-open door and strain her ears to hear anything abnormal. She would stop and look around the room to ease herself, then go back to typing. She had been going though some of her accounts, trying to remember both her username and passwords. But the though stayed with her. She wanted to not think about it until her time was up. It was such a sad and upsetting though, it always made her tense. She didn't want to go yet, here she at least didn't have face it like she always did. Didn't have to worry to much or at least try to make sure things were okay. She looked at the time and place her hands to her face and gave a heavy sigh. So many thoughts were passing through her mind. Of the past, present, how the day when and the tight tension that loomed all around. She shook her head as she heard faint voices she knew. "Their killing us" and logged off.
She would stay in this room for at least eight hours once a week on the only useable computer located in the home. As she sat in front of the computer screen typing, heavy thoughts enter her mind. The song she was listing to had lost it charm to her, but played to denie the thought that held on to her. But every time it would pause she would stop and look at the half-open door and strain her ears to hear anything abnormal. She would stop and look around the room to ease herself, then go back to typing. She had been going though some of her accounts, trying to remember both her username and passwords. But the though stayed with her. She wanted to not think about it until her time was up. It was such a sad and upsetting though, it always made her tense. She didn't want to go yet, here she at least didn't have face it like she always did. Didn't have to worry to much or at least try to make sure things were okay. She looked at the time and place her hands to her face and gave a heavy sigh. So many thoughts were passing through her mind. Of the past, present, how the day when and the tight tension that loomed all around. She shook her head as she heard faint voices she knew. "Their killing us" and logged off.