J.D. sat at her desk, fingers typing away at the keyboard. She was in the midst of a post-fest on one of her favorite roleplaying games online. It was about vampires, and she had close to eleven characters.
The email roleplaying games were a way for J.D. to get out all her emotions, her thoughts, impulses, and natural craving to write. While using her skills, she could also act through her characters, say things she would never say out loud, do things she could never do. It was paradise for a girl like J.D.
She was born sixteen years ago. She didn't know where or the exact date. Her mother had died in childbirth, with no identification, no way to find out who she was. She'd been out in the middle of nowhere. J.D. had heard rumors that her mother had slept with some abomination of nature, and was afraid to let anyone see the child.
Her mother became a Jane Doe, and so did she. For awhile she was Baby Jane Doe. She was offered up to the state, one of the thousands of unwanted, unloved, or abandoned.
No one had ever bothered to name her, so at the age of twelve her name changed to Jane Doe Juvenile. It was good enough for her. Some of the other kids had begun to call her Nothing, a cruel joke, though J.D. found it neither cruel nor funny.
She was the eerie child who sat alone on top of the monkey bars, off to one side of a classroom, or curled up on their bed, not speaking to anyone. She wasn't a social butterfly.
When J.D. was almost fourteen an old upperclass family adopted her. Martin and Sandra Pool. They had wanted to change J.D.'s name, and give her their last name, but her name had become a part of who she was. So they compromised, Her name would legally still be Jane Doe Juvenile, but they would call her J.D.
The screen she was typing on suddenly shrank as an instant message appeared. It was her boyfriend, Tom.
"Hey, can you get offline for a sec? I need to call you," his message read.
"Sure," J.D. replied, her stomach knotting up. SOmething was wrong, usually he could just talk to her online.
Tom signed off without saying anything else. J.D. clicked off, her whole body shaking now. Tom must be upset. That idea scared her. She'd been with Tom almost two years. He was really the only person who understood her except for Angelie, her best friend, and the idea of him being upset frightened her.
As soon as she got offline the phone rang.