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Somewhere, just out there, perfectly out of bounds...
There was Marietta. Just sitting in a chair. In a void. She didn't do anything other than sitting.
She waited.
And waited.
By that point, she would've probably been on her DS, but she didn't have it. Until a disheveled Britain with a yellow tie came up to her.
"What are you doing, child?" The Britain asked her. "I'm doing nothing, and I'm not complaining, but I'm bored. Why? Because it's too quiet. Nobody's here except you." She'd tell the man. "Then come with me." The Britain said to her, her reaction off-gaurd and confused. "Yeah, to where? To heaven? Hell? Another void?" The girl would ask the man.
She'd leave from the chair, and went with the man, knowing damn well she's about to be used as a toy and then would be thrown away... Right?
Apparently, not. Instead, the man took her to an elevator. They both stepped in, and some good elevator music starts playing. Not loud, not quiet. It's just right.
The awkward silence continued to stretch on, Marietta's mind filled with questions. All of them were good questions. Like; What does the guy want from me?
an I being used later on, or would I be fucked to the point my legs can't hold up anymore?
how did I fall for the man's trap? Or am I too late to find it out?
, so on so forth.
The silence stretched even longer between the both them.
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...??? Somewhere in Indonesia, kepulauan riau... There was a teenager, on her phone, writing out long sentences on her digital keyboard she was used to. On her bed. She was thinking in her mind; "people wouldn't read just because I put in the wrong tags, but I'll put them once I'm done with this chapter", she'd think to herself as she wrote each sentence. She looks at the calander. 15th, August. she probably needs to sort her sleep schedule out. Probably.
She was upstairs, laying on her side. On the mattress. She'd switch positions at anytime, she has the will to do so, after all. She's creative in drawing, good at singing, and now learning to play the melodica given by her mom who found it outside with the chair.
Though, as she kept writing and previewing to see either spelling mistakes, or mistakes in general. Not everybody's smart at math, even for teenagers herself. Though knowing that a single mistake on a number can be a wrong answer.
So, she continued to write.
And write.
And so on so forth. (No sudden character appearance here trust)