Srry, Wrong Number

Friday, 5:16 AM (Part Two)

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEVERAL MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, DEPRESSION, AND EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE PARENTS, PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

If you're still here, this is the deal (I have a little different style than usual)
Bold/Left= Him

Italics/Right= Her

Normal Text/Middle=
Third person narraration.

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"So what is it?"

*sigh*

How was she going to say this?

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Your voice is beautiful."

He whispered.

"What?"

Did she just hear what
she thought she heard?

"What? Nothing.
I didn't say anything."

He knew she didn't
have the same feelings
for him as he did for
her, it was obvious that
she didn't.

"Oh."

Maybe she was wrong about them being perfect together, she guessed he didn't feel the same way.

"So what's on your mind?"

"A lot. I can't stop
thinking about..."

You she thought, she wanted to tell him, so bad. But every time something held her back.

"What?"

She should tell him.

"Someone"

He should tell her.

"I want to tell
you something."

"Okay..."

Was this it? Was she going to tell him?

"When I was sixteen,
I tried to kill myself."

He went silent, shutting his eyes tightly as a tear rolled down his cheek. He wiped it away quickly. How could such a beautiful girl be so broken?

"When I came out
to my parents, first,
they tried to fix me
and when they couldn't,
they kicked me out of
the house."

She paused letting several tears flood down her cheeks. She sniffled loud enough for him to hear. He planted a light kiss on two of his fingers and placed them on the phone, wishing he was giving the kiss to her. He would do anything to comfort the crying girl, but all he could think of was hug, kiss, stroking her hair, something- anything to show he cared. He was crying for her, and when his sniffle came through to her, she didn't need any of that to show he cared, he already had.