That happened a week ago...
James has not been visiting me then. I looked back at my phone. The designs once drawn by two lovebirds was changed into a hard casing, lined with a bright silver ink. I tapped the screen and slide the page. Two apps appeared- notepad and whatsapp. That was all. Nothing else. I pressed on the whatsapp app and entered into a blank world. No contacts. No messages. No group chats. My backed up messages were gone. The pictures I saved were gone. That was nothing surprising now. I have been staring at that for two weeks.
I felt like dying at the moment. Everything, everything I felt was like going against me. Why cant just die right now and would not need to suffer so much. My hand laid slowly and pressed onto the home button. A tear formed on the underside of my eyelids. I gently touched and wiped it off. Sniffing, I locked the phone and stared at the white ceiling. Then touching the wound on my head, I winced. I know its over. He will win for sure.
I recalled a number. Finally. But there was nothing else I could remember. It was Lance. I remembered. It was an easy one. I pressed on the number pad of the phone. 9-7-8-6. I paused it wasn't 6. I cleared everything and tried again. 9-7-8-3-1-3-5-9. I dialed hopefully. I wanted to see him. I don't know why but that was what my instincts told to do then. Hello and good morning, here is the news and reporting hotline. Please press 1 if you--
I ended the call. No its not 5. I stared at my phone and squeeze my eyes shut. What was his number? I looked at the drawer next to me. Wait why do I want to see him so badly? Is there something about James I wanted to ask about? What is it? I fidgeted on my bed and laid at the side of my body.
Then, there was a knock on the door. A familiar figure walked in with a jacket covering its face. I strained my eyes. She lets go of the door. It was her again. Pain rushed into my bosom. Tears flowed down swiftly. I could not think anymore. My mind was aching.
