Cube Curiosity (Re Write)

Chapter 3

Staring at the ceiling for so long makes your mind wander. Makes you contemplate life itself. Why are we here? Why do we exist when we're all going to die someday, regardless of what we do? 99.9% of people lives go unremembered.

Death is pretty flirty, isn't he? He lurks around every corner, searching for those at their weakest and tempts them with the idea of being with him. Tells them how wonderful it is, how free you get to be. He gets them to fall in love with him, no matter what gender they are. Fills their minds with thoughts of him. And once they've fallen hard enough, he proposes to them, and they say yes.

I can't figure out how to explain how I feel. I guess I feel sad, but it's so much worse than just sad. I want to cry, even when there's nothing to cry about, and I'm physically and emotionally tired all the time. I'm isolated and alone. Everything irritates me. I was at a convenient store the other day and the cashier said "Turn that frown upside down!" and I had the strong sudden urge to punch him. I guess I just feel lost.

My phone buzzes beside me, pulling me from my thoughts. I glance down, reading 1 New Text: Stacy I unlock my phone and read the text asking me if I want to record a MineClash with her. I text back, saying I'll be on in 5. Her response is simple colon and bracket, making a sideways smile. Classic.

I push myself off the couch, and head towards the bathroom, rummaging through the drawers until I find the small bottle of advil. I take out 2 before putting the bottle away and heading towards the kitchen. Grabbing some water and downing both pills.

I head into my office room, it use to be a guest room but I never used it so I made it my recording room.

I sit down in my desk chair, exhausted already, and open up TeamSpeak, calling Stacy. She picks up almost instantly.

"Hey Graser!" she exclaims cheerfully.

"Hey Stace" I reply. "Let's do this!" I say, faking excitement.

We're halfway through the recording when Stacy starts talking about the first time she met me. "It was weird," she says "I felt like I knew you from somewhere, like I was meeting you for the second time or something. Your voice was so familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it." I froze. She did remember me. Well, maybe not remember me but recognized my voice. Am I not memorable enough for her to have remembered all of me? That makes more sense.

After the recording we say goodbye and end the call.

I know this chapter is short and kind of all over the place (Not to mention, long overdue) but I'm not going through good time right now and most of the stuff I wrote were just my thoughts. I'll try to post more often and post longer chapters.

Not sure how I feel about the story with all the cube drama going on.

ANYWAY

Peace Out!

Have a Graser Day!

-Kittensmeow0914