The Sight Of Kids

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It's not because of what happened two years ago that made me want to stay away from every one, well some of it is, I just don't want to see those three again. I don't want to go through having to talk to any of them. I normally just lay around and ponder most of the things that I should do. The only risky thing in my life is when I need to go out and get some stuff for my "human needs", sometimes I even wonder if I even need any of the stuff that I get.

I looked out my window in my room, judging by the darkness that barely glowed through my blinds, I could tell that it was night and all of the street lights were on. I grabbed on to my robot arm and turned it off then I detached it from my body. I turned off my already dimly lit light and slowly walked to my bed, tripping over all of the stuff on my torn floor. I laid down on my uncomfortable bed and shut my unresting eyes.

Once again I had a restless night. I got up and stared out the window, the sun had only come halfway above the horizon. I grabbed my lifeless mechanical arm and attached it to my shoulder. I turned it on and walked up to my computer chair that somehow got knocked on to the floor like everything else in my room. I sat the chair up and sat in it, I then turned my CPU on. I really had no intentions for the screen in front of me.

I stared for a while before randomly clicking on my messages. As always it said no new messages, and I'd like to keep it that way. Sometimes, if I were to get back to my home screen or just get on to my computer, it would say that I got a new message. Then it turned out that my computer is just old and does not like me. It will say that but really when I check to see the message, nothing will be there.

I logged out and shut off the shining screen. I sat there in silence before hearing voices outside of my window.

"Come on guys, this house is abandoned there is no one to stop us from going inside!" Said a childlike voice.

"Fine, we'll do it. " Another childish voice said.

I wondered why they thought that my house was abandoned, might be because I barely leave the house. It is rare for someone to ever catch me outside or inside. As the kids came closer to my house, I decided to finally talk to someone, so I opened my window and faced them. Before I could say anything all of the kids froze and stared at me, then they started to scream and ran away.

I didn't think it was rude, I mean I did have a pretty messed up face, I had a robot arm, and still some cuts all over my body. Also, I guess they weren't expecting anyone to actually live here.

You would've thought that I would've done something to them, but like I said, I'm not risking getting seen by them.

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