Day Three
Katherine—no, Alpha she reminded herself—laid straight on her plush bed and stared up at the blank wall in front of her. As a kid, she had lived in an apartment with her dad before her parents got together yet again for financial reasons and for the fact that neither of them had wanted to live a life less grand than one in a nice country villa that can only be supported by a joint income. But, before then, she had always wanted to decorate her ceilings and floors and walls with the oddest things imaginable. She was often punished for throwing eggs at the wall, watching the yolk splatter with a
plop as the cracked egg shells fluttered down to the floor. It was her own brand of unique decor, she had remembered, and she had wanted something unique and different from everyone else's rooms.
"Maria has like twenty sets of glow-in-the-dark hamster stickers at her place," she had argued with her dad after that debacle. She just wanted to be special and it was that line of thinking that had led her to massive amounts of troubles in the past and what has now led her to this part of her life. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of these memories and thoughts for a moment. She didn't like thinking about the past or the present state of her life but her empty, cold ceiling had reminded her so much of her childhood. The one that she wish she still had and the one she wished she could cherish.
A loud thump came from the floor and Alpha rubbed her forehead with her palm, groaning. The shouts were still going on and she couldn't just escape into Terrasphere like previous times. Unfortunately, the client was downloading a patch of some kind and she was stuck here in boring, old reality for the time being. She rolled over and muffled her own tortured screams with her pillow, thumping her legs on the bed. Idly, she thought about Terry, his lovely little animal companion. Despite being a game character, he had seemed to have so much life and Alpha couldn't help but be fond of him—probably more so than was healthy about caring about a fictional character. Alpha slapped herself on the wrist when her mind began to wonder how he was doing. There was a line, after all, between caring about the dog in the game and about caring about him in reality. Alpha was a bit worried; was this a sign of mental illness or something? Deluding yourself that NPCs really have feelings? She shrugged, at least that's one point for her in the individuality spectrum.
When the arguments downstairs ceased, Alpha sighed and opened her computer desk cabinet, rolling it out to take a small hairpin out of the large box that overflowed with the things, and closed it back up. As she walked up to the door, she placed her head on the wooden construct, closing her eyes and listening closely. There was the sound of distant footsteps that grew quieter with each step and, from outside, she could hear the engine of the car roaring. She grinned. This was her lucky day. She rushed back to her window, opening the blinds slightly so she could peek out. Her mom's car was already out of view, out of sight, and she could hear the distant sound of her parent's room slamming shut. Whenever fights get that bad (which was good for her, at least) her mom would go to the gym and workout her anger for a bit and her dad would just lock the door to his room and watch romances like Twilight all day. That meant that, despite her current status of being grounded, she was home-free.
She took the pin and tinkered it around the knob's slot, wriggling around until she heard that familiar click and, with a shit-eating grin, she turned the door knob and took her first step for freedom. The whiff of fresh air filled her lungs and she couldn't help but let loose a small laugh.
"Time to make some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches," she declared, heading into the kitchen with a victorious smirk.