Angel
I watched him leave, thinking that I should stop him. I'm not sure why, but it seemed like a good idea. "Please, don't go," I whispered after I closed the curtain. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.
I went to the kitchen to fix something to eat, only to realize that my fridge was essentially empty. A half-tub of spreadable cheese, probably expired by now, a few containers of leftovers that I had to throw away, and an opened can of soda.
I closed the door and looked around the kitchen, eyeing the cupboards that I hardly ever open, trying to think if there was anything left in them. I opened them one by one, trying to see if any of them were empty. To my great disappointment, they all were. I took my cell phone out of my pocket and flipped it open to my call list, seeing Trevor's name as the last.
"Trey," I said. "I need help."
