The Dead Killer

Chapter Thirteen

I wake up the next morning to my phone ringing.
It's Barry's parents.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Why isn't Barry answering his phone?" His mother asks.
"Well.." I start but my voice cracks.
"Yes?" His mother asks.
"He's gone, Mrs. Martin. I'm sorry." I say, my voice cracking and my sobs barely being contained.
It seems as if Mrs. Martin hung up, since it is very quiet on the line but it appears that she is still there. She is just silent.
"Hello?" I ask after while.
"I'm still here, darling. I'm still here." She says.
"What are we going to do?" I ask.
"Well, Sophia, it is going to take a lot of effort and hard work but we are going to have to try our best to move on." She replies.
"What if I can never move on?" I ask.
She laughs. "Darling, you said the same thing about Jimmy." She says.
That response sends shivers down my spine.
"I gotta go." I reply.
"Bye, dear. Call me again to check in soon." She says.
"Okay." I reply then hang up.
I said the same thing about Jimmy. I guess she is right.
I need to move on. But I need to take my time.

A/N: so yes this is a short chapter but it's more of a filler because I'm trying to come up with better ideas for this story to make it more interesting.. So yeah... but please show your support of my story by voting!!.... And I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and I hope you all also have a happy new year.

Authors Note: I'm actually pretty sad I killed Barry off... But you know what the OTP will happen... Mwahaha.