It was 1:35 A.M.
He sat there, in nothing but his boxer briefs.
And typed.
His pale face was reflecting the light emanating from the computer screen, making him appear even more ghostly.

Chris,
I someday hope you can meet my basket case of a mother. I hope she doesn't threaten you, though. She seems to be doing that to all my friends lately. Today, I tried to run away and she blamed it all on Shelby. It's so ridiculous! Sometimes I wish I could go back to Kansas, where you are. But I would miss everyone here, as much as I miss you guys there. Well, I guess that's all for tonight. I'll talk to you later.

Love,
Matt :)

He'd been writing to Chris for over three months now. Every night, it was at pretty much the same time, and the scene was always similar. And it was all routine by now.
Sign in to Myspace, go to Chris's profile, send him a message about what happened today, what you were thinking about, anything.

Chris,
Well, it looks like I am coming back after all. I've finally had to much from her. I'll be living at dad's now, so maybe we can hang out like old times?

Love,
Matt

Chris,
You were in my dream last night, and I had an idea. I think I will be joining you now, because it's just so lonely here and I want to finally be able to hear your voice. It'll be wonderful, I can talk to you and you will actually respond! I can't wait!
See you soon.

Love,
Matt

It seemed like forever, but Matt finally woke up. He was in a hospital bed with an IV stuck in his arm. His dad and sister sat in a chair next to him, panicked and sad.

"Matt, you have to see a psychiatrist. First your sister, now you?"

"Matt, I just heard! You were in the hospital? Why? Are you okay??"

"Matt, please....never again."

"Why, Matt? What was wrong?"

"Maybe some other time. Sorry, Chris..."