i sob into the phone, clutching onto my wrist.
"hey, what's wrong!" he yells, seeming worried. i cover my mouth, trying to silence my cries.
"i'm so sorry." i cry out to him. i hear him gasp.
"what happened? what did you do?" he questions. i shake my head, not wanting to reply.
he's pacing around his room. i can hear the squeals coming from his floor.
"tell me, damn it!" he shouts, smashing something.
"i broke our promise." i whisper. it's burly audible, but i know he heard me.
"fuck." he curses under his breath. i hear another smash.
"i'm sorry for calling you." i squeal, hanging up.
i don't know why i called. the emptiness hasn't left my chest and the scar won't either.
(a/n: ten fucking year of amazingphil! congrats my sunshine child!)
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wrong number !! phan
Short Story"wrong number." says a familiar voice. (a/n look sis i wrote this when i was a dumbass kid and like 15 years old. this shit is tough. i romanized depression and suicide and honestly i'm a dumbass bitch ass whore. i'm toxic and feel free to cancel me...
