COMING SOON!!!
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Alyssa
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Hello, this Help Hotline for Teens, how may I help you," a husky voice answered after the third 'beep.'
"Umm...hi." I choked out. The tears I cried out for the past hour, because of my own misfortunes, made my voice come out small and hoarse.
"Are you okay?" The husky voice now laced with worry and concern. But I couldn't help, but let out an unhumorous laugh.
"Of course I'm okay," I say sarcastically, pausing from a small hiccup."It's just the usual day were I call a hotline at One AM, because Im just a fucking charity case! Yep I'm totally fine," I once again say sarcastically.
"Shit." He mumbled, "Wait are you crying?" He questions with shock and more concern.
"No, no of course not, I just over here locked in a closet, talking to a hotline person, and laughing my ass off, what do you think?" I sarcastically remarked, now the tears I once stopped came back again.
"You know, I can't help you if you don't say any thing, but sarcastic remarks," he grumbles into the phone.
And the first thing I say to that is, "Can I talk to someone else?" My voice hiding any emotion, but the small sounds of hiccups and tears trailing on my cheeks.
"Sorry, Sweetie, but everyone ones out, 'cause it fucking One AM," he says in a sickly sweet, rude ass tone.
I let out shaky sight as I ran my hand down my face, face palming. "Never mind, I gotta go." I say this time I'm full out crying and breaking down.
"Wa-" He was right about to say something, but I cut the line.
Why am I such a charity case?
YOU ARE READING
Finding The Calls
Teen FictionShe was a charity case looking for help. And he was a broken boy trying to help. A story where a charity case girl and broken boy walk across the same path.
