He hasn't called her in a week. Finally on the seventh day, she picked up the phone and called him.
"Hi." She whispered when he answered.
"Hey." He mumbled, sounding weak and tired. Mostly though, he sounded like he's in pain, trying to hold it in.
"How have you been?" She asked, biting at her nails.
"Im not in the mood for this. Go to bed." With that he hung up.
She had a nightmare, but this time it wasn't about a guy breaking in, or her parents being killed... It was about losing her best friend.
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2am Bedtime Stories
Historia CortaHe called me at two am, and told me a bedtime story. [This short story is based off a poem I wrote in ninth grade. It will be on the last chapter.] **Please don't skip ahead to it. Also, pay attention to the dates** Completed
