DECEMBER 23, 2016
07: 34 PM
i'm freaking out and i don't know what to do and i don't know why i'm texting you right now but i really just want to talk to someone so badly
shit. where do i start?
remember when i told you i'm writing a book? then you are gone? that was a lie. i never really wrote a book at all. i mean i want to, but that's not the point. all i've written all my life is this little journal. it's really important to me. it contains all my secrets, everything i can't tell to anyone, not even to you. i mean i wanted to, and i'm actually going to give it to you once you recover, but i don't know if that's still possible because right now, it's missing.
i came home today and my room looked ransacked. i only have one suspect, my father. i know you remember him as this sweet person., but he's no longer like that. yes, i know you have an idea what's happening inside our house, and yes, you are right. and that is exactly why he must not read nor see that journal, at all. who knows what he will do once he read every entry i have written there.
should i spend the entire night outside? should i drive away before the worst happen?
8: 23 PM
fuck.
8: 24 PM
i hope this will not be my last text.
YOU ARE READING
Then You Are Gone
Short Story❝It's so amazing what a person can do just by leaving.❞ PARIS KESSLER texts Hannah Rod, drunk, mistaking her as his ex-girlfriend, and gets roasted after refusing to believe he's texting a wrong number. Annoyed the next day, he refuses to stop bothe...
