The Phone

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I lay in his bed, reading a book. It was something of the many few things I liked to read when I was young. My hands were thin and I had dark matted hair and my eyes were green like seaweed.
I lay down his book beside me on a little table. I didn't have much of a big room to have as I lived in a flat.
My parents were away so that left me abandoned. I hugged the pillow and made a wish for some apparent reason and was about to leave the room until a ring tone was heard near my desk. I slowly approached my phone as if it was finding a gun on the desk. The tone grew louder as I walked near it. Why was I scared. I picked up the phone and the voice said.
''Outside''
I looked out of my window but then the room went dark.

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