Incommunicado- Part 3

Tina stared at the message, having not expected such a speedy response. Now what? She had thought she would have a night to sleep on it and contemplate advice or, in fact, what to say. Now it felt rushed and unprepared. Well I've got to say something!

scar22:- Hi Tina. What do you want?
>
>
tina07:- Just to sat hello. It's always nice to meet new people.
>
>
scar22:- Why? What's so special about people? They just complicate things. Make you feel guilty or loved. Lure you in and destroy what you were; make you into what you are now.
>
Wow. This guy is a tough one. What happened to give him such a state of mind?
>
tina07:- Well...I don't get out much. So this is how I socialise, I guess. I need people. They make me feel...normal.
>
>
scar22:- Why don't you get out?
>
>
tina07:- Because...it scares me. Being outside. The open spaces. It's terrifying!
>
>
scar22:- I see.
>
I see? He's certainly not one for talking.
>
tina07:- So, are you afraid of anything? Anyone?
>
>
scar22:- No. Nothing.
>
Now that's a bit rude...
>
tina07:- Okay. What are you looking for? On this site, I mean. Someone to talk to?
>
>
scar22:- Nothing. My therapist told me to come on here. So I did. It keeps her happy.
>
>
tina07:- Do you like her?
>
>
...
Silence. Tina waited for a reply for a few minutes, before the little icon that told her scar22 was online turned red, signalling he had logged out. Well that was productive! She sneered at herself, sarcastically. What was I thinking? She logged out as well, disappointed by her lack of success and moved her laptop onto her desk. She checked the time, it was only half seven, but the conversation had tired her enough to consider sleep. Nipping into the bathroom next door to her room, she washed and brushed her teeth; staring blankly at her own eyes reflected in the mirror. They don't really express much, she noticed. They were dark brown, nearly black, and held no sign of spirit or that so called 'twinkle'. Dead eyes! She thought at them.
 The cool, fresh linen of her bed was bliss, and as soon as she had pulled the covers over her body she was encompassed in a cotton cocoon of comfort which calmed her to a feeble sigh of relief. At least in my sleep I can escape myself. . .she mused, before slipping into dreams of sailing on a calm, open sea.