Suddenly a bit of a smirk would form on her lips, lightly shaking her head. "Well, I guess if I fell off of the face of the earth you would care, hm?" That is all she manages out before suddenly straightening herself up in her chair and placing her hands onto her keyboard. Her fingers flew relatively fast, clicking away with each button press. She did not even bother to peek down at the keyboard while she typed, focused to well on the words in the skype chat box. Her eyes narrowed in as she leaned forward, zoning out into her own little world.

[ "Hey, who are you calling Shorty?! D:< I am not -THAT- short, dude. Anyway, how was your day? Sorry for not being on at all today. Something like... alright, I am about to tell you something, but don't think I am fucking weird, alright?" ] 

She waited a few seconds before continuing to type, sucking in a sharp breath with a light shake of her head. She was going to sound quite insane, she thought. Though she had told him some pretty freaky stuff before, it never hurt to give a bit of warning, she supposed.

[ "I spent all day in my room writing. I didn't leave to even get a new pencil when mine ran out of lead. I don't know why, either! It was really strange, I just had the strangest feeling that I couldn't leave the room, even if I wanted too. Like... something was just going to happen if I opened my door. Its not just me being paranoid this time, either. At least I think so! Urgh. Please tell me I am not going insane. =\ " ]

And with the last bit of her typing, she leans back from the screen and pulls her hands away from the keyboard. Her left shoulder hurt too, actually. Well, not so much the shoulder, but the area around her birthmark. She only ever actually saw it once, and it was oddly well defined for a birthmark, she had been told. It apparently looked quite like a feathered wing of the sorts. Once she had known that though, she never bothered to look at it again. It was where she couldn't see, why would she care...? Slowly she reaches her right hand over, lightly rubbing at her left shoulder with an apparent frown on her face, looking intently at the screen as the little pencil in the chatbox began to move.