Chapter One

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Consoling my best friend, Anastasia has become my full-time job now. I care for her, I really do. I pity her, because every boyfriend she had it resulted in cheating with her with other girls. But what do you expect? Boys give bouquets of roses like some cheap throw some and they give out love letters which become Hallmark cards to girls but are actually the scribblings in men's washroom.

I am engrossed in instant messaging with Anna about her recent break-up. Along with a big packet of chocolate. Come on! Who doesn't love chocolate? I could eat it all day if only I didn't care about my figure.

I love myself, my best friend, my family and definitely chocolate. But I don't think I am beautiful. I had a boyfriend before which was in high school. That too, it was not stable. From then, I, a woman of 25-years old, with brown-black hair and blue eyes, have only dated.

No relationships...

While she vents, I check out the latest Twitter gossip. There's always someone saying the wrong thing while the internet crouches down like some creep in a back alley waiting to pounce. Sometimes it is actually very better than reality TV shows.

     Anna: Why are guys such dicks? They could stuck their dicks to their heads, then we can clearly acknowledge them as dick heads.

         Me: First, you re asking the wrong person and second if their dicks go to their head place, his can we have sex?

I switch over to Twitter again. Some celeb us finally made it back into the spotlight over some sexist remark and suddenly everyone is going crazy! Despite my five thousand followers, I doubt if anyone would ever notice even if I post something rude and offensive. Most people just follow me, cause we live in the same town. It's all so pointless but okay...for me.

     Anna: What's so wrong with me that all those fuckers need to be with someone else while they are still with me?

         Me: There's nothing wrong with you girl. They are just assholes and you still have me;)

     Anna: I'll never find anyone like him again:(

Dramatic as ever. Drama is like her 2nd hobby. I roll my eyes.

         Me: Sure you'll. Only if you sit in front of a jail long enough, the next love of your life will make his exit through the gates;)

     Anna: You're not funny :/

         Me: Thanks for the comment Anna :D

     Anna: I hate you.

I check out Twitter again. Things have quieted down for a while, but I leave it open so that I can check it from time to time .

      Anna: I'm going to send you a picture.

          Me: Of what?

      Anna: My burning rash. Tell me if it looks infected.

Oh god! Save me! She's my best friend and I love her but really? Who sends a picture of an infection? My god!!!

I start to type back begging her not to but realise I was typing in my Twitter feed instead. I delete it and switch over to Instant Messenger. But before I reply, she has already sent the picture. Although it is captioned as "Infection" , it's actually a pic of her ex and his girlfriend.

Anna's boyfriend isn't great looking but he has a nice body and girls swoon over him. The new girlfriend on the other hand, is stunning. Long blond hair, voluminous, perfect boobs, shapely legs in a short tight skirt. Of course I don't tell Anna that, cause there is only one explanation, which is, she's my friend, I love her and I won't do anything to make her low.

        Me: She's like a gangrene.

   Anna: I'm mostly pissed about the sex though. He was amazing in bed and had the utmost ability to bring me from ' zero to fuck!' range in a couple of minutes.

I cringe while picturing Anna. Her face as she travels through heaven, in the department called ' orgasms ', her eyes bulging, sweating, panting and screaming through the euphoria.

      Me: You're lucky honey.

  Anna: How so?

I can't believe I am going to tell her my damn secret, which is too private and bad.

      Me: What I am about to tell you, if this lives the fucking space, I'm gonna strangle you.

   Anna: And, you're calling me the one whose overly dramatic.

      Me: I am serious Anastasia Winter. If you don't make a promise, I fucking swear, I won't tell you.

   Anna: Fine. Oops, I think you are going to tell me something very important. So, promise, bitch! ;)

Pop-up ads fill my screen, slowing down my computer. I click out of them before I reply.

      Me: I've never actually had a guy give me a orgasm before.

I never told her that and I shouldn't have still. The longer I sit with the thought, the more I start to regret the decision of telling her.

I wait for her to say something about it - freak out more like it. It's not the type of confession Anna would let go. One minute goes by, then two, and still nothing. Maybe she's too busy rolling around the floor, laughing.

Fuck! Now I am really regretting my decision. Anna and I tell each other some personal shit, but this might be over the line. This has potential to become an anvil as she'll hold over my head for the rest of my life. A pointed weapon she can jab me with she feels the need to entertain herself.

While, I wait for her reply, I turn up the music on my ipod and go through my Christmas list, checking which ones I have already bought or is still required to be bought. Anna's has been taken care of. She's the easiest to shop for. Thanks to her single life, the sex toys will be appealing for her. The list seems to go on and on. I need to get something for my boss. The Christmas party is coming up soon and I haven't gotten anything for anyone at work yet. I need to buy them immediately or else I will end up just before the Christmas Eve.

My eyelids grow heavy and I catch myself starting to doze off. I can't nap right now. There's too much to do, do I get up off my bed in my PJ's and thick socks, and go into the kitchen for some caffeine. Once. I have made some coffee mixing hot chocolate - my life - and get a toast, I look out of my window.

My window looks upon a beautiful winter evening. The sun is starting to set, casting everything in a foggy dim shadow. A perfect layer of snow covering the paths, unmarred by the town folks. That's why winter is my favourite time of the year. I can simply enjoy by reading beside the fireplace, by engulfing myself inside the blankets and wearing all my beautiful scarves and boots. I'd love to just sit around my apartment lazily without giving a fuck about anything.

I take my special coffee and go back to my bedroom. The light on my phone catches my attention. I go to my bedside table where it is kept. Picking up and swiping it to reveal my home screen, I see that there are nearly ten missed calls along with several texts from Anna. My eyes go wide and my mind fills of all possible dangers...to her.

Suddenly I am thinking about car wreck. Please tell me anyone that she wasn't texting and driving. Especially, in the evening when the temperature falls and ice thins up in sheets, the chances of car wreck increases doubly.

She didn't leave a voicemail but in opening her crazy amount of texts, all I found out is that there is written: Check your freaking computer, damn it!!!

I frown at my phone in clear confusion and annoyance. If she was not hurt, she would've said so. But now she's not hurt, so why was she going insane?

I glance at my computer only to see that Instant Messenger is closed. Weird. I don't remember closing it. After all, I sent her my secret before I got up. I open the app and see her frantic freaking words in all caps.

HOLY SHIT. LOOK AT TWITTER.

Really? Is whatever happening on Twitter worth scaring the shit out of me? I groan but still go on with her words. Figuring she's following the same story, I was, I go to Twitter - which I though I closed with the pop-ups, but apparently didn't - and see that I've over three hundred likes and one thousand shares.

Shares?!?!?! I haven't posted anything recently, not since announcing the coming snow storm in the local forum, which obviously has already happened. Not exactly a post newsworthy enough for likes, and definitely not for shares.

So, why the hell did I have this...now?