"hello!" i chirp into the phone trying to keep my mood up.
"hey, you sound a whole lot happier!" he states, making me think he doesn't really know me.
"yeah, um, yeah." i stutter, feeling awful for lying to him.
"when you hung up last time, i got so so scared." he shares. which only makes me feel worse.
"i wasn't at the peck of my rollercoaster." i say, cringing at how awful it sounds.
"just remember i'm a phone call away, alright buddy?" he offers trying to make me feel better.
"yeah, yeah." i murmur. i wish he'd just hang up already so i can cry.
"i'm going." he warns me. seconds later, he's replace by a beeping sound.
i fall back onto my bed. i pick up my actual phone and scroll through my typical messages.
from roommate;
come 2 class!!!
from mom;
how are you honey? lol
from peej;
hey, r u alright?
{a/n: lol, does anyone even read this?)
YOU ARE READING
wrong number !! phan
Short Story"wrong number." says a familiar voice. (a/n look sis i wrote this when i was a dumbass kid and like 15 years old. this shit is tough. i romanized depression and suicide and honestly i'm a dumbass bitch ass whore. i'm toxic and feel free to cancel me...
