234-7648
The number is still carved into her brain.
She looked at all her friends sitting around the campfire before quickly leaving without even a goodbye. It was almost two am.
Soon she was home and laying in her bed. She typed the number in her phone, but quickly deleted it.
She threw her phone across the room before turning on her side and closing her eyes, telling herself the bedtime story she perfectly memorized.
She fell asleep dreaming about the one thing she wishes she could have back.
YOU ARE READING
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
