I remember driving home from a long day at college, my cello in the back and a stack of books on the seat next to me. My phone buzzed at a red light, so I fished it out of my pocket and held it up to my ear. It was Hailey.
"Hey. What's up, Hals?"
She huffed. "My car got towed. I have to walk home."
I turned on our street. "Do you need me to pick you up? It's starting to rain a bit."
"Could you please? I'm on the corner of Washington and Broadway. Thank you. Love you, bye."
"Bye."
I quickly stopped by the house and dropped off the cello and the books, and grabbed a quick granola bar.
My phone rang again as I shut the door and began to rip off the wrapper with my teeth.
It wasn't Hailey.
"Hello?" I whispered in the phone. A woman with a crisp, clear voice spoke back at me.
"Is this Jaimie Williams?" said the voice.
"Yes, why?" I responded. I swear to god, if this was another one of those salespeople-
"Your friend, Hailey Smith? She's in the hospital. She was hit by a car on the corner of Washington and Broadway..."
The rest faded, except for the crack of my phone hitting the sidewalk.
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Tentacles
General Fictioncomplete! *TRIGGER WARNING* "To see tentacles in your dreams symbolizes unknown danger lurking from the depths of your subconscious. Your subconscious is trying to pull you in so you can address the issues you have been refusing to confront or ackn...
