How long does it take for someone to bleed out?
What’s the easiest way to kill someone?
Different gunshot wounds
How much force is needed to stab someone?
Inflicting severe pain with no visible marks
How to get away with murder?
I really didn’t consider my search history when I signed up to this ‘BRAND NEW, EXCITING AND EXHILARATING’ site. Something I really should have considered.
I’m not a murderer, I’d like to point that out. I’m a writer, a crime and horror writer, so my search history is always a little uncouth. And then this site came about, boasting ‘100% SUCCSESS WITH THE FIRST MATCH!’ It was ‘GUARANTEED LOVE.’ And I’m lonely. I’m a writer, it’s what I do. I isolate myself, an occupational hazard.
Admittedly, I never went in for the whole love thing. I always feared that a spouse would just get in the way of my writing, or not understand the little quirks I have when it comes to writing. But with this ‘NEW AND GENIUS’ site promised that this would be successful. So, I gave it a shot.
Rain splatters against the window, it was pitiful, as pitiful as giving my entire web history over to a dating site. The amount of anxiety that rushes over me as I click the submit button. I can feel the sensory overload begin to kick in. It’s as if the rain is too close, too close and too far away at the same time. I can hear it hammering down in my skull. Inside it. As if I can’t escape the harmful melody of it all.
The keys on my keyboard are too smooth, my fingers slip over them whist being stuck to them. My fingers are moving through a viscous syrup of air and they’re numb. So very numb and yet I can feel everything. Every particle rubs against my skin, its excruciating and soothing.
My computer screen is too bright, blazing into my retainers as I stare at my, my gaze is fixated. Itburns, the light drilling into my soul. I can see nothing but the brightness of the screen, but I can see everything. Things that are lurking in the darkness behind my screen are more poignantthan they should be.
I’m on the floor. I don’t know when I fell from my chair, but the hard ground has rushed up and it’s cold against my cheek.
This will pass.
This will pass.
This wi- DING
Everything is still too much, but that cut through the haze of anxiety. With my hands braced flat against my desk I have myself up onto the chair once again, trying to ignore the harsh light as I squint at the screen.
1 NEW MATCH – IS IT LOVE?
Is it love? A very good question. this site does boast ‘100% SUCCSESS’ but can that be believed? Maybe I am just toocynical to know what love is.
I find that my finger is automatically pressing down on my mouse, clicking the ‘ACCEPT MATCH’ button that glows a seductive pink.
My matches profile popped up. It’s blank, no picture, no description, no name. But that’s what this site was about. My profile too is blank, this site ‘DOESN’T JUDGE ON LOOKS’ and ‘DOESN’T JUDGE ON DESCRIPTIONS’ and ‘DOESN’T JUDGE ON NAMES’. That is a big thing for this site, it ‘DOESN’T JUDGE’. There is just three buttons. Three dates. I click the soonest available. This too is a way of matching, is both parties pick the same dates then it must be destined.
DING
This site is loud, the sound ringing in my ears. Maybe it’s still the sensory overload, probably.
YOU AND YOUR MATCH HAVE A DATE! <3
The cheesy hearts and the pulsating pink aura nauseate me as I inwardly groan.
Am I really doing this?
