You let out a sigh, falling onto your bed. A few tears ran down your cheeks as you stared up at the ceiling, but you quickly wiped them away - sniffling in the process. Your entire flat was quiet, and all that could be heard was the sound of cars moving up and down the street.
The night was lonely, and your depression had gotten the better of you. The cuts along your inner arm bled, but you couldn't feel the physical pain. All that you could feel was the emotional torture that resulted from your constant inner conundrum.
To die, or not to die. To drop everything and leave, or brave everything and stay?
As the silence began to consume you, you sat up and looked at the telephone that laid on your bedside table. It had been months since anyone had called you, months since anyone cared.
You moved over on the bed, the sound of skin moving against satin - echoing throughout the room. You grabbed the telephone receiver and held it against your ear. With closed eyes, you began to dial a random number.
The line rang for several minutes before someone picked up, making you jump slightly.
"Hello?" a soft male voice greeted you, making you open your eyes. You stayed silent, not knowing what to say. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
"You smile, but you wanna cry," you whispered. You reckoned that the person would hang up anyway. "You talk, but you wanna be quiet. You pretend you're happy but..." you trailed off.
"You aren't," the voice responded.
Your eyes widened.
"I.....must have the wrong number," you mumbled.
"You called for a reason,"
"I dialed a random number," you laughed a little.
"And I answered. God has his reasons," the voice answered.
You stayed silent for a moment, processing the man's words. He had a point.
"True," you smiled a little.
"So, tell me all about it," you could tell that he was smiling as well.
"Life, in general," you replied. "It sucks, as always,"
"Oh, I know all about it," he laughed.
"And people!" you exclaimed. "Why are people so mean?!"
"Exactly!" he exclaimed as well. "I've been waiting to encounter someone who poses the same question!"
You giggled, for the first time in a long time - you were at ease. Despite the fact that you didn't know the man, the two of you conversed as if you'd known each other for ages. From books, to movies - songs, to dance - the both of you conversed about everything.
For the first time, you felt like you could open up, and be yourself. For the first time....you felt real.
Several hours had passed, and before you'd known it - dawn had begun to break. Your eyes widened when you saw the sun's rays peeking through the clouds.
"Well, we've been talking for hours now," you laughed shyly. "And I still haven't gotten your name,"
The man paused before answering.
"I'm Joseph," he responded.
"And I'm Dawn," you spoke back. "Not my real name, but I don't really know if I can trust you yet," you giggled.
"Are you kidding? We've been talking for hours now! You've gotta trust me!" he teased.
"I...have to go now," you yawned. "I've got work today, and you probably do too,"
"Uh...yeah," he stuttered a little, but you thought nothing of it.
You gave him your number, and he gave you his - with that, you disconnected the call and fell back onto the bed.
For the first time in years, you had a genuine smile on your face.
Michael Jackson's Residence.
Michael set the telephone receiver down and jumped up - a wide smile on his face. He ran out of the room, and immediately bumped into Bill, his head of security.
"Damn, Mike - you're smiling from ear to ear!" Bill chuckled.
"I am!" Michael grinned, resting his hands behind his back. "I think I'm in love!"
"Oh dear," Bill sighed, shaking his head. "Who is she?"
"I don't know, but I love her!" Michael laughed.
Bill brought his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"Lord," Bill whispered.
"She was so sweet! And so smart!" Michael moonwalked a little. "I'm sprung!"
"Does she know who you are?" Bill frowned.
"Nope, and that's what makes this situation even better! She doesn't know who I am!"
"Michael, what happens when she finds out?"
"I'll worry about that later," Michael laughed. "But for now, let me get to the studio, I have an idea for a song!"
"Oh dear God,"
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