Echoes on the web (draft)

(I was working on this story for about a month, first it was written from my perspective but i decided to challenge myself and make this full blown fiction somewhat based on my own experiences, i will most likely work on this again in December or after the new year)

*forgive my grammatical inconsistencies*

December 6th, 2007, Kathy was looking through her old messages on windows live messenger of someone she was quite fond of in the past, she never unfriended Her or closed their chat, dozens of files of embarrassing or intimate conversations had at every hour possible, many had at her lowest point  years ago and it sorta felt like some kind of invasion of privacy or that she was looking at conversations and topics that She felt she was never supposed to see ever again at.

No doubt this is exacerbated by the fact that this person was one of her closest childhood freinds and Their freindship just ended in the saddest way possible, not with a fight but they slowly stopped talking and their conversations both online and offline ended with a simple greeting and farewell.

The most jarring part of looking through these old messages for Kathy is seeing all the very specific conversations they would have about things that either no longer exist , people that had long ago left my life, or topics that i just no longer remember.

Sometimes reading them might jog her memory, sometimes she cries when the memories flood her mind subconciously at midnight, with the glow of her crt monitored burned into her retina's. For her Its just hard to beilive there was a time in her life when she had things to talk about with people or make plans for the weekend, as frustrating as that was with everything that was going on in her life.

It felt weird for her to mourn a version of herself that was really just a mask. Her past self didnt really know who she was

almost every single one of her mannerisms or the way she spoke taken From long forgotten phantoms. They no longer fit her new morph post metamorphosis. Misshapen memories take the form of horribly grotesque crooked wings, Feathers lined with Words from her own past....