voicemail received-
"hey lu. i originally started calling you as a way to just vent some stuff but i think its turned into something different. i dunno. i'm kinda at a weird point in my life right now. i want you to call me back soon....please. i get it if you hate me, but tell me. i can't take this and i need someone to talk to. stuff's getting kinda bad again. i shouldn't be telling you this but i am because i -have some reasons- and i just want you to acknowledge me and these messages. the good news: i'm healing nicely. the bruises have started to fade a bit. i also haven't smoked anything or drank anything bad for a couple of days. oh! and peach and plum are getting bigger every day. you should see them soon. you'd love them. that is, if you aren't dead. the logical part of me says you aren't, but there's a bit that says you are. i would know if you died, word gets around quickly, however there's that doubt in my brain that i can't get rid of. i'm sorry if i'm bothering you and your life because not everything revolves around me, but please call me back if you can. i miss our late night calls. i miss you."
