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im quite the chat room attdict, i vist them qite frequntly, sometimes you,ll into an asshole or two , or three. but that,s about it. i guss i go to them so much because i have no friends and i have a hard time talking to pepole in reallity, shit i can barly look pepole in the eye hafe the time. and when ever someone dose talk to me, i dont know how to keep the converstion a float. the most intresting person i met was almost a month ago, he told me his name but i will keep it wtihheld. i was bord out of my mind on teenchat sitting in fornt of the monter, harrsing some pepole(my screen name was inneedofmaster at the time) and after a few mintutes of pepole ignoring me someone actully speaks too me, it,s this sixteen year old boy(wont menton his screen name either) he asked me if i needed a master(he,s asking if i,ll let him fuck me senless) so i ssaid that dependes, ok im not gonna type the whole conversation, but at some point he asked me for my number, (phonesex) after i gave him my number a few seconds later he called, ok it was planed but we didnt have phone sex or anything wried like that,(told him i never had phone sex and didnt know how it wroked) he just ended up talking about just stuff you know, like were do you live, what,s your favroit music or movie, what, your name stuff like that. my cell phone recpiton is bad so i think i herad him say he tried to kill himslef before, but i didint want to push the subejcet so i changed it too something eles. he kind of sounded a little down from when i sarted talking to him, he mentiond that he had a bad break up with hid girlfriend of 8 months nad that he hated his shcool(who dontsnt) and that he didnt had only one freind. .......you probully know were this is going, right? am horribel for saying it like that. so anyway at some point of our conversation he said he didnt think he whould make it thorugh the night, and i just told him dont worry your gonna live, and he said he was falling in love with me, i thoght this was creepy, but i didnt tell him of course. i just wanted to change the subject. and somewere along the conversation he said he was planning to kill himslef that night, he was crying on the phone and everthing so i felt really bad for him. i kept telling please dont kill yourslef, it gets better, i was terifeid for him, but why, so at some point i told him i whould be hid girlfreind(i think it was an attpmpt to that he wholdent hurt him slef. and the night just got wried from that point on, i wont tell how, the next morning he called(he said he whould call) he seemd fine still a little down but fine, a little wrieded out that he kept saying he loved me in our converstion.and then came phonesex and that,s it. and then he called a two hours later, saying that he had to die, so yet again i tlaked him out of it saying please dont die i love u and stuff like that, pathic huh? then at 3 in the after noon he called me again, this time he said he had a gun in is hand, i was scared shitless, i told him to put the gun down that he didnt need to do this, i begd him not too. then he siad he was sorry and he hung up on me, i didnt know what to say or do, what colud i do , he lived in fucking oklahomla and i live all the way in newyork. after he hung up i called my mom up at work crying on the phone, told her what was happening and what that boy had told me, she was about to get out of work so she told me to meet her at work , i meet her up bye her work all the time. it oly takes about a a hafe hour to get there by bus. brouht my phone with me but truned it off, once i got there i truned it back on. we had to stop at some store befrore we went home and whlile we were in the store i got antoher call from the boy, this time my mom answerd it while i hid in some coner afraied what to hear. after the 30 second converstion was done mon told me that he was fine but she told him that he chouldent call back for a week. this story ends with a bittter sweet ending i guss, he didnt kill himslef, in fact i taled to him about a two weeks ago and he sounded fine. he hasnt called me sense and to tell you the thruth i sort of want him too call, the tabels have truned i guss for me. but to tell you the strange truth i think i sort of loved him too, and it made me feel needed when called me that sunday that many time, i was needed by someone. insted of me needing someone, like it was up to me to save a life, that feeling makes you feel importent, i think he was just venting to me but it felt like as if i was some angel sent to save him, who am i kidding am no angel, he was only venting because he was feeling upset that weekend
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Posted by 14yearoldvampire on 2007-12-15 15:18:17 | Rating: | Views: 82
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