As I stood up I saw an old, rusty, pink phone hanging on the wall. Call Mike... Call him... Tell him you're okay... But would he listen? I had to try.
I dialed the 10 digit number into the phone. Then it rang once, twice, three times... *Click* "Hello?" It was Mike... "Um. H-Hello?" I said meekly,
"Yes, hello? Who is this?"
"Mike... It's me. It's el."
"Yeah right..."
I felt broken.
"Eleven died. If this is one of my friends I'd appreciate if they stopped making fun of me."
"No please! You need to believe me!"
"Fine... Then what was the first thing I asked you when I brought you home." "If I had a number to call my parents with..."
"I mean, you aren't wrong..."
"Mike?"
"... El?"
"Yes. Please Mike, listen. I'm lost, I'm in this place called Robertson, Tennessee."
"Is this really you?"
"You have to believe me..."
"Oh my God... I... You need to head north. Whenever someone says you're in Kentucky, call me again and we'll find a way to pick you up. Try to find your way, please. I gotta go, but I'm listening for your ring."
"Thank you Mike..."
*Click...*
The sound of Mike's voice against my ear just made life better...
