Amanda closed up her
blog and checked her stats. Views were going down, and with it the revenues
those views generated.
It's been almost 6
months since she was attacked in Vermont and it's been 4 years since she was
found. She did have a small surge of visitors on that anniversary, mostly
likely curious to see what she was up to, but amount of visitors had steadily
Amanda wasn't really
surprised. She had planned on making an app to make up for the revenue, but she
couldn't come up with any ideas that wasn't already taken.
So instead, she
browsed meaningless websites, including a popular image site. After a few hours
of doing that, she decided to try a well-known anonymous site. She clicked on
the link and then closed the lid of her laptop.
What am I doing? She thought. After a few
minutes, she realized she was trying to fill her mind with noise, any noise.
It's been lonely lately - lonely and quiet.
Todd was difficult
to find. He was busy making improvements to the apartment complex and he was
doing a very good job at it. Recently, the halls got a fresh coat of paint and
the dim, flickering fluorescents were replaced by motion sensor LEDs.
Trisha was hardly
around anymore. they did hang out when she wasn't running around the country
with her artwork. They usually talked business, however and Trisha went out of
her way to not mention Vermont or their trip.
The Burly neighbors
next door didn't seem to fight anymore, at least not when Amanda was around.
The last time Amanda saw them, they seemed to be in a hurry to go somewhere.
She hasn't had any
hallucinations for a while, nor did she have any crazy dreams to occupy her
mind. As a matter of fact, Amanda realized that she couldn't recall most
dreams. The ones she could recall were vague and random and made no sense.
It almost like the
life that she had was not really hers. Every time she thought of what happened,
it was as if she imagined it.
She decided to go to
the coffee shop. At least it was noisy.