muted noise - subzeroextabyte

(Italics = Sign-language Bold = Writing on Phone/Notepad)

Corse language MAY be used, you have been warned.

Sub's POV

A week has passed

I haven't talked to any of my friends.

Or communicated to anyone to be honest.

I sat in this corner, with the broken pieces of my pot.

Not caring, just sitting whilst crying.

Silent, unnoticed crying.

"So, Subby Wubby, how fast do you think your 'friends' forgot about you? An hour, maybe two days?"

I quietly replied to the voice 'No, Tyler texts me daily asking if I'm alright, or if I'm healthy.'

I shifted as my broken phone beeps. I managed to read this text;

'Suba-u, seriously i real-y ne-d you to repl-, im getting really worried, -r- you al-ight?'

I sighed. I gave up on secluding myself from humanity. From my friends, or friend.

'no'

'SUB! whats wrong' Tyler replied almost instantly

'everything' I replied after a minute

'specifically what?'

'my life in a nutshell'

~Author's Note~

Filler chapter! I wanted to get some hype up in this book! :D