She hasn't slept that much lately, sick of the monsters haunting her dreams.
She jumped when her phone rang, but it was way past two am.
"Hello." She mumbled to the friend that's been ignoring her for weeks. "It's four am. What do you want?" She snapped.
"I'm sorry about all of this." He whispered. It sounded strange... "I love you."
She went to say it back, but he interrupted her as he told her a story about a boy with abusive parents and a girl that was his only source of light in the world.
She didn't sleep, just listened to him breath as he thought she was asleep.
"I love you." He whispered again, before hanging up.
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2am Bedtime Stories
Short StoryHe 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
