Fifteen | Phone calls

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I shouldn't still be thinking about it.

Why am I still thinking about it?

I mean, any normal person would still be thinking about it.

It is a really cute keychain. It did make me grin from ear to ear when I first saw it and it was plastered on my face long enough for Audrey to give me a weirded out look.

Obviously I told her everything. I tell her everything that happens every day, even the things on boring days.

Her eyebrows raised in surprise, "Shit, is this the same Noah I know? Because that is so sweet."

That was five hours ago. I'm still thinking about it.

I'm supposed to get ready for bed because I am exhausted.

So I do what I am supposed to.

I take a quick shower, wear my fluffiest pyjamas, finish my homework and jump on my bed and pass out.

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I don't remember when exactly I had gotten up, but all I know is that it was because of my stomach rumbling.

Why did I have to skip dinner?

Because I wasn't hungry earlier.

I look for any snacks that I had maybe left around in my room, but no luck.

My stomach rumbles again and I have a feeling that it's starting to feed off of itself.

I groan softly as I lift my comforter and swing my legs over the edge of the bed.

It's too cold for this, really.

I quietly trudge my way to the kitchen, which is pitch black.
It is also dead silent besides the low hum of the refrigerator.

A cold air rushes through me and I feel a prickly sensation on my skin.

I shiver as the hair on the back of my neck rises.

I didn't even open the fridge yet.

I look around the kitchen with my phone's flash light on, my heart racing.

It's nothing.

That doesn't stop my stomach from churning.

Suddenly, a cat from who knows where screeches.

I startle, my breathing becoming shallower.

Where is Audrey when I need her? Normally she's awake at this time and I can nag her until she makes me something.

I just want to eat real quick and she's over there, in her room, sleeping with no care in the world.

While I'm here hearing horror movie worthy things.

Or maybe I get scared easily.

That's not the point.

That freaking cat screeches again from my neighbour's and the feeling of fear in me intensifies.

What am I gonna do? I can't even wake Audrey up when she's asleep because she gets full on demonic with me if I do.

I scroll through the contacts in my phone, having the decision to call Thea at first.

But then I realize the girl falls asleep at like nine p.m and it's way past that time.

I scroll through all my contacts then remember that I have a total amount of three friends.

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