The Chosen.

No Longer In Service, Goodbye.

My thumbs instinctually dial my moms number first, a dial tone rings out loudly into my ear "THE NUMBER YOU ARE TRYING TO REACH IS NO LONGER IN SERVICE. GOODBYE." the call ends abruptly, my dads number blares the same message. I shake my head at the eagerly awaiting faces that are scattered around my dorm room.

"Try 911." Says the red head from the door frame. I nod chastising myself for not thinking of that sooner, i dial the number putting it on speaker for the room to hear with me. i see the girl crossing her fingers down by her side as her eyes stare intently at the carpet begging for just a little bit of hope.

a dial tone rings "THE NUMBER YOU ARE TRYING TO REACH IS NO LONGER IN SERVICE. GOODBYE." my phone hanging its self once more.

"How can 911 be out of service?" asks the dread head as he rummages through my belongings.

"I doesn't make sense..." i mumble under my breath. No matter what happens 911 is always available, even in the circumstance no one answers the phone a computer will. It should never say unavailable. I bite the corner of my lip as i open my drawer trying to find some clothes to wear.

"You change, we will brainstorm." says Bill leaning himself down on my bed. My eyes meet his waist as it lowers down on my soft sheets, my palms start to sweat as i gaze upon Bills beautiful figure in my bed. Normally i would be glad to see him there, but not right now, not like this... it's fucked up for my mind to be over taken by him when my best friend and family are missing. Right?

I nod grabbing a pile of clothes and dragging my half drunk self to the bathroom. Once in my solitude i grasp the sides of the porcelain sink feeling the cold of it against my sweaty palms. "Please be okay." i say thinking of Sloane and my family back home in Texas. I think of my little sister all alone, wondering and crying out for my parents. What if she is one of the few too? After changing i exit the bathroom bumping into the dread headed boy as he lifts something out of my closet.

"These yours?" he says quietly so no one but us can hear, he lifts a pair of red lace panties. I rip them out of his hands before anyone else sees them.

"NO." i say shoving him into the corner of the wall, they definitely were but i'm not telling that jerk. He looks at me smiling and bites the lip ring in the corner of his mouth, it dawns on me just how much he looks like Bill. They have to be brothers, i guess i never saw it because of the dreads and Bill's makeup differentiate the boys so much.

"Okay..." Bill says looking up at me before stopping with his mouth staying open

"I am realizing i know none of your names." he says pointing at us with both of his hands

"I'm June."

"Mia." says the little blonde girl

"Zeke."

We all turn to the dread head to introduce himself but he's busy trying to look through my closet again. "That's Tom, my twin brother." says Bill as he cocks his head to the side trying to figure out what Tom is up to, quickly coming to a conclusion he snaps his fingers at him to stop. Feeling the eyes on him Tom stops and leans on the wall innocently.

"I think we should just go look around... as simple as that sounds." Zeke peeps up from the corner inserting himself into the conversation. The group nods in agreement, realizing were kind of out of any other options.

"Let's go." Bill says brushing his hand against mine, our eyes meet but peel away from each other quickly as the others in the room notice our interaction. Everyone shuffles out of my tiny room and i turn around one more time looking at dorm 142. The memories of Sloane and I jumping on our beds or getting ready side by side flood my mind. I miss her so much already, i already forgot to navigate the world with out her.

"Bye Sloane, I love you." I whisper into the darkness as i close the door softly behind me.