Wednesday, 9:47 pm
To: Hazel
Hazel, I know your probably still mad but can you send mom or dad to come pick me up? My car broke down by Jefferson street near house 520. I'm honestly really scared, it's dark and I'm probably imagining things but I swear I can hear footsteps whenever I turn my back. Please send someone over.
From: Luke
I wrote down on my notepad the street and address, I hope this helps find him. I had tears running down my face, my eyes stung and were swollen from crying, My nose was red and I wanted nothing more then to stop reading and just ignore all conflict but I knew I had to keep reading if I wanted to find the person who did this to my brother. And with that, I moved on to the next message.
YOU ARE READING
Messages of a dead boy
Short StoryThis is a story based on text messages. Hazel and her brother get in a fight and he storms out. Still pissed, she leaves for a week, But when she comes she finds out her brother is dead. Then she finds the messages....
