Killing Me

A Mysterious Text Chapter 4

I woke up a few hours later. With the sun shining brightly through the one small window I had. I started to stretch when a terrible noise sounded, my hinges in my arm were wearing down and would need to be replaced soon. It was time consuming and honestly quite expensive to get good replacements on body parts, I stood up and walked over to the top of the refrideragtor. I reached up and felt around for the can of grease I always had on hand for incidents like this. I finally felt it brush against my hand and I grabbed it. I took the cap off of the cold can and sprayed the olily liquid in to the spot of my arm that had been having problems for the past couple weeks.

I didn't have many plans for the day, in fact I had no plans, so I went back to sleep.

This was typically my daily routine to wake up maybe eat, breakfast was a rare occasion in my house, and then go back to sleep to see if time would move any faster. It never seemed to do so though. I woke up another couple hours later, and when I did so I walked over to the fridge to get some food. I looked in side the cold box, I didn't have much. There were a couple of cans of fruit, and some lunch meat. I had some water bottles and some cans of soda but that was about it. I grabbed a water bottle and closed the fridge. I walked over to my sleeping area I piled up what few pillows I owned to make it more comfortable to sit. I sat on the floor my back pressed against some pillows, drinking the bitter water out of the bottle and looking on my phone. This too was my daily routine.

One of the applications allowed my and a few of my friends to talk to each other and keep each other updated on their lives. I never posted anything or did anything on it but by using it I was bale to keep tabs on everyone. Martha whom I had gone to school with just had a shotgun wedding. Her parents didn't approve but she had good morals and a good heart. He probably wouldn't stay long, they never did with Martha but she would be a good mother. She was caring and kind, at least she was when we went to school together. Next on the feed of posts was something Jenny had done, she too I went to school with. She unlike Martha though was able to keep a partner, she had been with her husband for almost ten years. They had three children all of whom had pitch black hair and brown eyes.

A few more people I had seen on the feed where, Carter, the local cinema owner boasting about his new movie in the theater, there was Mary whom I had had a few dates with, she was boring and didn't have much personality, then there was Greg who too I had gone on a date with, he was even more boring than Mary which was difficult to do. Before I could scroll much further a notification appeard at the top of my screen, it was a text message from a private number. I clicked on it as soon as soon as it appeared. this would occasionally happen, someone would type in the wrong number and send me texts, I would respond to them only if they were interesting, and occasionally I would just play along this was really the hogh light of the day.

But this one was obiously not an innocent mistake, the text message read, Meet me at the park and 7 tonight, Echo, we have some things we need to discuss.

In stantly thoughts started through my head. Checking who I had talked to recently, who I hadn't? What had I done, who had I done? An endless list of things that may have gone wrong, or who I may have upset. A wave of panic over came me and my heart started pumping. Had Vannassa ratted me out, no that couldn't be it I have her number. Maybe it was Jimmy wanting an update. But I wasn't due to talk to him for another month.

There was no one left who I.could trust at the moment.