Voicemail sent on 25 March 2012 at 1:34 p.m.
"Hi, Steve. So, everything's still bad here. Mom still hasn't found an apartment yet and I know she can't afford a fancy one with her salary. Dad hasn't been home all day and he hardly ever talks to anyone. This really sucks. I miss you."
She sighed before she chuckled a little. It sounded a bit forced, like she wanted to do anything to distract herself from her situation.
"You remember when you used to force me to watch Thomas Sander's Vines whenever I was feeling down. I really used to enjoy those so this morning, I tried watching them. For some reason, even though I was laughing, I didn't really feel any lighter... Maybe it was because I kept remembering your laugh."
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Short Story[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go...
