He Calls Me Harmony

Chapter Twelve: Weak

“Giving up and admitting failure is the hardest thing to do and so is believing you can too. Telling yourself there is no reason to doubt. You find yourself losing hope. Taking the time to keep faith is something most overlook. But once you find answer’s in the keen sense of the world you become at ease; never giving up, never letting go, and never losing hope. These are the keys of faith.”

That’s something my mother would always tell me when I failed to believe. I hated her positive words at times. They made me feel even worse. But her words are true. I looked at the last Mark Wilbur. Something told me this is it. Something told me that this may be my answer. I closed my eyes and aid a silent prayer. If the higher power I pray to hears me then I hope he delivers as well. When I opened my eyes again, my heart immediately started beating again. I could feel it. It was as if the world stood still, it too would hear the expeditive beating of my heart. I looked at the paper that withheld the information of my last Mark Wilbur. I glided my hand along the dotted lines until I reached a number. I sucked in some air through my teeth before finding my cellphone. I slowly picked it up and entered the number. It ranged and ranged. I sat there patiently waiting. I was on the verge of hanging up when someone answered. ”Hello?”, The voice was low and soft at the same time. I opened my mouth for something to come out, but nothing. “Hello?”, The voice repeated. I still couldn't sum up my voice. I was as speechless as a mime. Joya say something! Anything! I was brought out of thought by the voice again. “Look if this is some kind of prank it isn't funny or nice”, “I… um...”, I stuttered trailing off. “Who is this?”, The voice said sounding more agitated by the minute. I sigh before speaking. “Hello…”, I said softly. “Hi…”, the voice responded back sounding a bit unsure. . Feeling the need to end this moment of awkwardness I decided to be quite blunt. “Is this Mark Wilbur?” I said in a soft monotone voice. It was silent on the other line. The silence was unbearable for me because I have run out of patience to find this Mark Wilbur. “This is Joya Riley the one you have been sending those letters to I just want to know who you are “,My voice came out as a pleading one instead of calm and collected in which I aimed for. There was another long moment of silence before the voice answered. “No I’m not Mark Wilbur”, He said finally. I felt a long wave of disappointment pass over me. “Then who are you?”, I wanted answers and I wanted them now. “If I tell you….You won’t believe me”, what is he talking about? I sighed. “Try me”, I hear a small chuckle and slow breathing coming from his end. “Are you ready?”, “Yes …I’m ready”, “Ok… Joya Riley…. Remember me? I’m Michael”, I instantly dropped my phone. I didn’t mean to be but my body reacted before my brain could. I quickly picked it up. “Mich-Michael?.... Last name?” , “Jackson” , he responded back nervously. I look at the phone and hung up. It’s a joke a sick joke at that. It began to buzz again it was him. I looked at it shaking my head. That's not Michael it can't be. He would've contacted me. Why would he disguise his name? This doesn't make sense. I sighed and took the battery out of my phone.

The next consecutive day's went the same way. He called I wouldn't answer. I have been trying to find the real Michael. I have been searching. It's like he doesn't want to be found. I just want to know why. Why pose as someone else? My time of ponder is over. The only way to solve a problem is to confront it, So I must do so. I just walked my dorm. I look around for my rowdy roommate. To my luck she isn't here. I quickly take out my phone and scrolled through it. Finding his number I took in three deep breaths before dialing. It ranged once before he answered...

To Be Continued....