Her seventeenth party was going on in the other room, but she sat down on the couch, playing with the soft fabric. Seventeen years of darkness, she blinked. Seventeen years of not knowing tShe reached over, grabbed the handset, and felt for the call button. Pressing the button, she put the handset up to her ear. "Hello?" She said, her voice just above a whisper.
"May I speak to Dawn please?" The person on the other line said in a deeper tone.
"This is Dawn." She ran her other hand over her jeans.
"Oh, I barely recognized you after all these years." She noticed the person had an accent. British maybe? "I'll make this quick since you've must have things to do on your very special day." How did they know today was my birthday?
"Who is this?" She asked cautiously.
"Oh, just someone from the past." They said nonchalantly. "I just wanted to call to say i'm dropping by for a visit, so you best be ready for me." Something about his tone sounded off.
"Alright, when are you stopping by?" She questioned.
"That's a surprise," he paused. "My dear." Did they just spat that last part out? "I must be going now." They hung up before she could say another word.
"O-okay, bye." She said to no one.
"Who are you talking too?" She jolted.
"Just," she set the handset down. "An old friend." Dawn smiled towards the familiar voice. "Hi Mom."
"What are you doing sitting out here when the party's out there?" She asked.
"Oh, just getting some fresh air." She stood.
Her mother chuckled. "Seventeen years already. My the years have passed," she read her thoughts. "It's a big day for you."
"One more year," Dawn sighed.
"One more year." Her Mother repeated.
