'Diego'
I pushed the message thing away and waited for my friend to text me back.
I figured wrong number, you know whatever, she called the person she meant to after calling me.
If she meant to call me should would have picked up when I called her back.
That's at least what I would have done.
I don't know. Maybe she didn't wanna talk.
I turned my phone off and grabbed my laptop and turned on my Netflix and layed watching that for a while.
After that I grabbed my sweatshirt putting it back on and turned my phone back on.
One new message(1)
I checked it again and it was from the same number.
"One unheard message... First unheard message..."
"Call me back... Please... It's so important... I don't think it's gonna be much longer till he comes back... Please..."
It can't be a wrong number still.
I mean if you call me twice it's not wrong number.
I call back and it was the same thing.
One ring, voice mail.
I decide to leave a message.
"Hey. Um. You keep calling me, and I am not sure if it's like a wrong number or something. But it seems important. So, I don't know. Call me back? Or don't? I don't know."
It seemed very...urgent.
I don't think it was still a wrong number.
And I don't think she is okay.

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