HANDLE NAME: UNKNOWN

Chapter 2- New Decisions

A/N:

Sorry for the delay in this novel. My other novel "The Insanity of a Wallflower" was stolen multiple times and even listed on Goodreads under a fraudulent author's name, before being removed. I ended up giving up on writing these stories due to the hurt and betrayal. But its been a long while, I have since resumed "The Insanity of a Wallflower" and "Handle Name: UNKNOWN" due to the love and encouragement from my readers.

I still might struggle with upload times, I post as very often as I can but I work two jobs, but I will be resuming those stories at least and hope you all stick with me.

Thank you.

-Helium

Emelia startled to a stop, the swaying of her body half a second behind her mind, and she almost stumbled and collapsed. Her mind was playing tricks on her. That's it.

She gingerly approached her laptop, unease and fear polluting her already manic heartbeat; she was alarmed to see her eyes had not, in fact, betrayed her.

A black CMD command prompt box was all her eyes could see.

PLEASE DON'T flickered as the first line.

"What is happening?" her voice was hoarse, she turned and looked around the room as if this was some sick joke, as if a studio audience would suddenly jump out and laugh "surprise!".

No, this wasn't fake, whatever this was. She was finally ready to end it all. This bullshit world. Yet those two words dared interfere. How was her laptop even talking to her? Who was on it?

Emmy realized the bottle of Crown was about to slip loose from her grip. Reluctantly, she approached the table and set it there next to the screened device. "Fuck you." She whispered, somewhat slurred, but the lack of clear speech did not represent the lack of emotions racing through her mind.

Hurt. Anger. Betrayal. And now to add to the overload of torment within her brain- utter confusion.

Tears started down her face. She sat down at the chair, glaring at the words, before hesitantly letting her fingers rise.

Whoo is thdissvs? She typed back into the CP blinking line. She didn't push enter, it was a live text, and she didn't want it to process a command and error out her computer. She shouldn't even be typing back, but she still did. She eyed the misspelled words, damning her inaccurate fingers and inebriated mind for not coordinating.

I'M GLAD YOU ARE STILL HERE replied instantly, the letters rolling across the screen swiftly. Clearly Emelia's hesitation at replying had been an unnerving silence on her end.

"What is happening..." her heartbeat was a frenzy. She leaned her head into her hands, choking back the tears- still trying to understand the swarming of her thoughts and the blurring of her vision.

She didn't reply- she couldn't even if she wanted to. Too many tears blurred her sight and her fingers felt loose and uncontrollable. Anything she typed would be impossible to read. And fuck it all- she didn't even want to type. She wanted to end this all. Desperate eyes looked away from her hands, towards the bathroom across the room. The tub was partly visible. It still called to her, reminded her all could end, the world could stop hurting, if she just made her way to it with pills in hand.

Movement on her screen drew her eyes back to the laptop.

I'M GOING TO TURN ON YOUR CAMERA. PLEASE DON'T BE ALARMED. IT WILL BE EASIER TO COMMUNICATE WITH YOU.

She didn't move, didn't dare reply, didn't dare react despite the fact that nothing happened on her screen. Finally, heavy eyes rose to the black camera lens on the top of her device, but if it was on it gave no hint to its activation.