How do I even begin...? How do you tell one of the people you care about the most the things I've done. The things that have happened to the people around me?
Elliot took a long drag off the cigarette as he settled on the couch. He supposed he could start at the beginning as much as he knew it.
"I'm a hacker. Maybe you kind of know that but it's pretty serious. You've heard of fsociety on the news? That's... I work with them," he started, staring at the burning end of the cigarette with a furrowed brow. "That's not really a big deal. I'm not ashamed of doing that. I stole Flipper from some asshole I hacked. He was duping my psychiatrist."
This isn't too bad a start is it?
"I hear things sometimes... see things really," Elliot exhaled. "Specifically my dead dad likes to fuck with my head and sometimes I'm not... sometimes he's..." he lifted a shoulder. "Kind of takes over and I lose time. If I'm ever acting fucking insane you should probably get out..." He didn't elaborate further.
He shrugged but he clearly wasn't done. "There was this girl that lived across the hall... Shayla... Before I met you..." For the first time in the entire badly rehearsed speech he'd created in his mind his voice faltered a little. "She was my dealer but then she was more. I didn't like how the supplier treated her... so I hacked him and he went to jail... He knew it was me... I got her killed."
I really miss her...
He still had left a lot out but he was figuring he had said enough that would send him running and also he still wanted to protect him as best he could.
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Elliot took a long drag off the cigarette as he settled on the couch. He supposed he could start at the beginning as much as he knew it.
"I'm a hacker. Maybe you kind of know that but it's pretty serious. You've heard of fsociety on the news? That's... I work with them," he started, staring at the burning end of the cigarette with a furrowed brow. "That's not really a big deal. I'm not ashamed of doing that. I stole Flipper from some asshole I hacked. He was duping my psychiatrist."
This isn't too bad a start is it?
"I hear things sometimes... see things really," Elliot exhaled. "Specifically my dead dad likes to fuck with my head and sometimes I'm not... sometimes he's..." he lifted a shoulder. "Kind of takes over and I lose time. If I'm ever acting fucking insane you should probably get out..." He didn't elaborate further.
He shrugged but he clearly wasn't done. "There was this girl that lived across the hall... Shayla... Before I met you..." For the first time in the entire badly rehearsed speech he'd created in his mind his voice faltered a little. "She was my dealer but then she was more. I didn't like how the supplier treated her... so I hacked him and he went to jail... He knew it was me... I got her killed."
I really miss her...
He still had left a lot out but he was figuring he had said enough that would send him running and also he still wanted to protect him as best he could.