The Number You have Dialed

Second Scenario

While I'm in nostalgic time, remembering the hurts and failure done to me. Those remembrance I wanted to forget but keep on entering my mind. I am tired of disrespect! Ugh! What's this? My phone rings. And who's the hell is this, still raining at my parade tonight! No justice even my little freedom! I almost drunk 2 bottles on this moment. No more foods on the ref. I'm still alone at home. By the way, who's this unknown number calling to me? Packing tape!

"Hey. Who are you?" I answer madly. Blue on the face.

"Hello." A voice of a man. Sounds gently.

"What you need to me and who the hell are you?"

"I think I'm in a wrong line." He sounds grinning while he is speaking. It makes me in madness. I am holding the bottle of beer in rage.

"Damm! Don't disturb me!" I exclaimed at my best.

"Oh man," He said with sounds grinning. "I think you're drinking? Am I right? Hm."

"So?" I ragely asked. Owning the night. "What's on you? If you needed someone to talk with, not me!" I keep on shouting at the line.

"Man, don't worry," He said respectively. "I know you have a problem. You can talk to me, so I can lighten the burden on your heart." Hm.

And it was start and locked on this moment.

We continue talking about my nonsense life, for I was drunk, yeah, I need somebody's care. I've talk with this effin' man from outer space.

"I have lot of problems! Wait," I'm tipsy! "I'm asking before but you won't answer. Who the crap are you and why you keep talkin' with me? We're not friends, man!"

"Don't cry man. I can help you. Just call me, ahm . . . The Lucky Caller. Good name isn't?"

"The Lucky Caller?" What the puck his name. "Where do you get that dirty name?!"

"Hahaha," He laughs annoying, "I can help you. Just share. Don't off the call. I will listen to you, man." Because of I was drunken and the agony and fury mixed up. What the, I speak like he's my best friend.

I start telling story, for he was willing too. Okay go! Willing to listen badass,

"I hate being bullied. This is torture!" I wanted to cry. Ughh.

"Who bullying you, little boy? Share about what they doing to you." This known The Lucky Caller asked concerning me.

I'm crying while I'm sharing. Like talking with someone I trust—my best friend Arbie.

"They keep on hurting me! They stole what I have. They shamed me infront of many people! I don't know why they do this to me!"

And I tell more specifically what they do to me. The way they did. They are really psycho!

But before that, he gave me a serious question, "Hm. I have a question, man."

"What?" I asked madly. Then I drink the beer as I can.

"Do you want to revenge?" He asked me back. Revenge?

"Yes. But I can't." Talking to him while crying. I can't restrain the feelings.

"Why?" He was pity asking. Sounds with pity.

"I was weak. I wish someone avenge me." This make me cry more. Ugh! Damm, I wanted to forget the pain!

"Oh man. You're almost a man! Don't cry. What's your name, boy and how old are you?" The caller keep on asking my personal information. Then, I tell that too him with no lies,

"I'm Ash and I'm just 17 and I'm outburst! I will cry where I want, whom I want and when I want!"

Then,

"Okay Ash, calm. Where you from?"

"On Velez, near the bay. You know it!? If you keep on asking those nonsense things about me. I will cut this line and find someone to talk, madman. You doesn't help."

"Calm little boy. Calm." He said with concern. His voice get bigger and more mysterious.