Wake Me Up (On Hold)

Prologue

My breath billowed in the cool night's air. By the time I made it to the payphone, it was a miracle my feet hadn't fallen off. I pushed fifty cents into the slot and held the brick up to my ear. My mother immediately picked up.

"Hello? Sweetie where are you? Are you okay?"

"Yeah mom, I'm fine." I grumbled, already regretting calling. 

"Please, Jenny, come home."

"You know I can't do that." I whispered.

"Look, I know things between you and I have been rough these past few weeks, but-" I cut her off,

"No. No more excuses, Andrea. I've finally built up the courage to move out of that rat hole you call a house; to get away from your husband, and now you want me back? You're the one who wanted me gone in the first place!" I slammed the phone back into place and stomped away, abruptly bringing our conversation to an end. That had been the first time I'd called her in weeks, and the last time I ever wanted to call her again. 

As I stomped my way down Limber St. to my apartment, tiny snowflakes descended from the sky, cascading onto my lashes and melting when they reached the ground. How can such a beautiful world have such ugly people? I thought to myself. I'd been on my own for two months. It felt like forever. 

So tell me what you think! I kind of ran out of time today, but I might update tomorrow. I appreciate any and all comments, so feel free to ask questions or point out grammar mistakes. Anybody who finds a typo gets a cookie. 

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